So this chapter is pretty much just fluff. Don't worry, the 7 deadly sins thing will come into play later...I'm not just giving you a religion lesson ;) I wanted to show you a scene of Chuck and Blair's camaraderie in school...enjoy!
Manhattan Island: Upper East Side
Constance Billard K-12 Prep School
September 5th, 2005 9:45 AM
"Students, before we begin our religion curriculum, we have to get one thing out of the way first."
Everyone groaned, knowing what was coming.
"Today, we will be talking about the role of sex in Christ's plan for us." More groans.
Chuck looked amused. "Never gotten the Catholic-school version of the sex talk," he whispered to me.
I rolled my eyes, at him and at the class in general. "If you thought the public-school version was bad, this is a lot worse. All about what 'Jesus wants us to do.' Jesus sounds like a total perve to me if he's interested in my celibacy."
Chuck snorted. "You certainly don't get enough credit for your wit."
Mr. Lachey raised his eyebrows. "Charles and Blair...since you seem to have so much to say, why don't you be our first volunteers?"
"It's Chuck!" we both moaned as the class giggled in anticipation of our embarrassment. If Gossip Girl was in this class now, she would be blogging this.
Lachey handed us both a script. "You are going to role-play."
Chuck snorted, his eyes blazing. "I thought this was about no sex until marriage!" he remarked sarcastically.
The class laughed as Mr. Lachey tried to explain. "No, this is about refusing sex. Chuck is playing the part of a boy who wants to have sex with Blair, but Blair is trying to explain how she wants to stay pure until marriage."
We exchanged a glance. That may be half true, I thought. The untrue half was the last part. Get it together, Blair! I scolded myself for about the millionth time over the past two days.
Chuck cleared his throat. "We need to get into a more realistic position for this role." He raised his eyebrows at me, as if to say, just because this is religious ed doesn't mean this can't be fun.
I shrugged. What was the worst thing he could do? It wasn't like I had to refuse all physical contact with Chuck now that he was my sorta-enemy. He was hot.
He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his torso, and set me down on a desk. "Now, where were we?" he winked. I grimaced on the inside but on the inside my mind was chanting, enemies with benefits! Enemies with benefits!
I looked at my script. "I can't," I read, trying to sound realistic. After all, maybe the drama director would walk in any second and decide to automatically cast me for the lead role in Hamlet based on this touching performance.
Chuck made his voice sound deep and seductive-not that he had to try very hard. "But why? I know you want to. I want to."
"Because, I made a promise to myself. I don't want to regret anything." Bring on the fake tears.
Chuck wiped a tear away from my cheek, and I heard some awws. It looked like the class was enjoying this.
I could read Chuck's face, it was saying time to make this even more interesting. "But you won't regret it. I'm very good, you'll only feel pleasure." I knew he wasn't reading the script.
I blushed, and Mr. Lachey jumped up. "Okay, Chuck and Blair, sit down! Before Chuck deviated from the script, we were having a promising scene."
I looked at Chuck. He smirked, as if to say, "Wasn't that a good improv scene?"
I rolled my eyes, because his line was so very Chuck. I wasn't sure if he was joking or if he was serious, and I wasn't sure which one I wanted.
The teacher sighed audibly. "You know what, guys, I feel like this silliness is going to happen no matter what, so we'll turn this talk over to the headmistress at a later date." The class whooped, and Chuck nudged me. I knew he was thinking, we just saved the class.
"But, that doesn't mean we are going to scrap our religion lesson," Lachey continued, passing out little leather-bound journals. "These are your journals, and you'll be writing in them every class from now on." The class groaned.
"Today, you will start with writing something that a lot of people might not know. It can be good or bad."
People set to work. I may look like an angel, but I'm really the devil, I wrote. You don't want to cross me.
"Now you're going to write either a Gift of the Spirit, for a good quality, or a 7 deadly sin, for a bad quality, next to it. Shall we review?" He pulled up a chart of the Gifts of the Spirit and another for the 7 Deadly Sins on the interactive whiteboard.
Lust: excessive sexual desire, gluttony: over-indulgence of food, greed: desire to possess more than needed, envy: jealousy and pleasure at another's misfortune, sloth: laziness, wrath: anger, pride: a desire to be more important than others and love of oneself and hatred of one's neighbor.
Hm. I was a lot of these things. But I definitely wasn't lazy. And is there such a thing as being the opposite of gluttonous? I tried to avoid excess food as much as possible. I wrote down Pride, Greed, Envy, and Wrath.
"Now, trade papers with your partner." Of course, my partner was Chuck.
I was almost curious to see what Chuck had said about himself. He had simply scrawled I'm Chuck Bass, and then a list of what that meant in terms of the 7 Deadly Sins.
Lust: Way too much, it's my 1st day of school and already I would like to do every single girl in the room, Gluttony: maybe with drinking? Greed: Well, I already have everything, Envy: Like I said previously, but I do like to destroy people, Sloth: never (well, unless I'm tired from excessive lust), Wrath: If someone double-crosses me, Pride: Definitely. I'm Chuck Bass.
I laughed out loud. "This describes you perfectly," I said, my voice sounding way too light and carefree. "What I mean is, it makes you seem like a self-absorbed ass, which you are," I added in a clipped tone.
Chuck rolled his eyes. "You know you love me, Waldorf."
I sighed. I couldn't resign myself to hating Chuck yet. Especially if I actually really liked him. "Fine," I resigned. "Maybe a little."
We exchanged one of our partners-in-crime looks, a look that was becoming more and more frequent.
his was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship. Or more-than-friendship, if the fluttering in my stomach were any kind of indicator.
