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"Blair…" he whispered. She opened her eyes to see him only an inch away from her lips. "Are you sure?"

But before she could nod, she noticed her phone vibrate.

Calling for Thunderstorms

Chuck didn't want to look at his phone, because he knew when her phone vibrated, his did too. And he could tell by her face, that it was a blast that was personally aimed at her. For that reason, he was terrified at what it may be.

"Bass, you did this." She stated in an unnervingly calm and distant tone. He guessed it to be something like shell shock. He decided to go against his better judgment and look at his phone, only to find the worst.

"Blair.. I didn't –"

She didn't slap him, she didn't glare at him, she didn't even talk to him. Blair Waldorf just stood up gracefully, and left Chuck sitting alone on a blanket, wondering how the hell this happened.

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Blair went home that night feeling beaten. It wasn't a secret to herself anymore, she liked Chuck Bass. And quite a bit that was, since she had never felt this hurt by a guy before. Not even when Nate cheated on her with Serena. This was something different. Something that pulled at the deepest core of her being, pulling so hard she felt she might break at any moment.

She knew it was close to ripping her heart out… so she cried to dull the pain.

Once she started realizing that anything would set her off in a fit of sobs, she decided to lock herself in her room and not see anyone. After Serena had called fifteen times, she turned off her phone and informed Dorota that no one was to see her today since she had fallen ill and was going to catch up on some rest.

"What about Mister Bass?" Dorota questioned, knowing that Blair was not sick at all.

"No Dorota! Especially not Bass." She shot venomously before stalking up to her room and slamming the door in a heated rage.

And then she began to cry again. So she cried until the pain of mistrust and betrayal over took her, and she fell deep asleep.

"It's absolutely beautiful." She gasped after he removed the blindfold from her eyes. She stood in awe, looking at a magnificent yacht slowly bobbing up and down upon the water. She knew that the body of water that was in front of her was the Atlantic Ocean.

She remembered when she was little, her dad used to take her to the beach every summer. They'd tan, and swim and make sand castles, or burry each other in sand. Each year she would look forward to this blissful and carefree time with her dad, but eventually she had 'gotten to old' for it, as her mom had said. So they took her to the Hamptons, or Greece, or some other spectacular place.

But it wasn't the ocean, and she missed the smell.

"I expected you've flown over the Atlantic, but I assume you've never glided over it." He looked down at her tear-filled eyes and looked worried, until she raised her head and smiled wide and beautiful. He was glad to make her so happy.

He took her by the hand and led her up the dock and to the yacht, ready to begin their perfect night. But, he stopped her before reaching the threshold to ask her one thing.

"Blair—" She could tell in his face, the questioning look of self-doubt. He was always so self assured, but for some reason, he was rather nervous tonight. He wanted to make sure she wanted him for real this time.

"I will go anywhere with you, Chuck Bass."

Blair awoke startled.

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She walked into her room without knocking, knowing that she wouldn't agree to her visiting if she did. Dorota didn't try to stop Serena from going up to her room either.

She was sad for what she saw. Blair sat on her bed, looking at the TV in a trance kind of mode. Her covers were pulled all the way up to her chin and a box of chocolates was sitting beside her on the bed. She hoped this wouldn't be one of those 'binge and purge' times that Blair had had in the past.

"Hey B…" Serena said in almost a whisper, as if it would not anger or scare Blair any more than normal volume. Blair glared at Serena before scrunching her face up into a rather upset looking position and putting her head in her hands.

Serena saw it as her cue and went over to put her arms around her bestfriend and comfort her until she needed to talk.

Blair cried for half an hour, but when her sobs turned into soft hiccups, she pulled away. Serena could see, now close up, how horrible Blair actually looked.

Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, while her face looked dry from the amount of salt filled tears that had fell down her cheeks. There were large, dark bags under her eyes and her lips looked to be stuck in a permanent frown. She had never seen her friend like this… and it worried her greatly.

"Chuck—"

"Don't say his name!" Blair spat with such force and anger that Serena was almost knocked back. Although, she was happy her friend had not become a drone and could feel something other than sadness.

"He's been calling me. He told me what happened. He wanted me to check on you." Blair glared at her TV screen in attempt to ignore what Serena was saying, yet she couldn't help but listen and grow rather confused as to why Chuck would care. He was the one who blasted her in the first place. She decided to voice her opinions.

"If he cared so much about my well-being, he wouldn't have put our personal moments together out for the world to see." Blair exclaimed venomously. Serena looked shocked at, what she thought to be, Blair's confession of sleeping with Chuck Bass.

She noticed the expression on Serena's face and quickly backtracked. "I don't mean those kinds of moments Serena. I merely slept there like I said. But it was still personal, and he made everyone think he had succeeded in another conquest."

"You're not a conquest Blair." Serena said softly. She was looking at her face, getting more worried by the minute. She could almost swear that Blair seemed worse now then she was a few weeks ago. "How do you know Chuck even did it?"

Blair scoffed at this. There were only two explanations for the picture being taken. Blair had gone over as many as she could, trying to deny the possibility of Chuck's betrayal.

"S." Blair whispered softly, trying not to break down and cry again. She was going to keep her composure because that's who she was. Strong and composed. It was such a hard struggle though. "There are only two kinds of people who go into the Bass's layer. Either the Bass himself or… the devices he uses for his satisfaction that night." Blair's voice cracked at the thought of Chuck with another woman. They obviously weren't dating, but it felt somewhat like there was a mutual dedication to each other. "And I'd rather believe it was Chuck."

Serena sighed and put her arm around her sister, only separated by blood, and let her begin to cry on her shoulder for another quarter of an hour before settling in and watching a movie. Although, she knew Blair wasn't really watching.

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Chuck was livid. He had called Serena not long after he had gotten back to his suite, and she had promised to go check on Blair since he knew there was no way he would be allowed within a mile radius of her.

After this, he had bothered himself with sitting on his couch with a glass of scotch, all the while trying to figure out who could have taken that picture. Even though he was pissed that Blair jumped to conclusions about him taking the picture, he realized there was really no other explanation that she'd be able to come up with.

He hadn't had any girls over since the whole incident the first night with Blair. As he had covered before with himself, he was having 'issues' with that area of his old lifestyle. He hadn't been speaking with Nate, so other than the time he came to beat him up, he hadn't had him over either.

He sat there for a good while, trying to remember who had come in and out of his suite in the past week that wasn't the help. And then finally it clicked.

Jenny Humphrey.

Thankfully, he had enough connections to find out where even the lowliest of people lived. So after a half hour of impatiently waiting, Chuck Bass was in his limo heading to the most unlikely of places. Brooklyn.

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Nate had been having a weird week, so it wasn't that unusual that he would be sitting on a bar stool, watching the little blonde girl in front of him throw together some waffles. Jenny and he had become quite close in such a short period of time, giving him at least one sane salvation during the week that felt to come out of an episode of Twilight Zone.

But, luckily he didn't get his hopes up.

Suddenly, there was a loud rapt on the door. Jenny looked at Nate a little confused, knowing that anyone who bothered coming here had a key or came through the fire escape. He went to go answer the door for her… and was surprised at who he found scowling behind it.

"Nathaniel." Chuck raised an eyebrow at his ex-bestfriend. Jenny came up behind Nate and peaked over his shoulder to see who it was. Her eyes widened in fear and she stepped back suddenly. Nate noticed her reaction and decided to help her situation.

"I'm sorry Chuck, but I believe you aren't welcome." Chuck tried to ignore the contempt in Nate's voice and just pushed past him before uttering a few choice words of his own.

"I'm sorry Nathaniel, but I believe you are a doorknob." He muttered under his breath. "Where is she?" Nate shook his head and tried to grab Chuck by the arm to lead him back out the opened door. Chuck easily shook him off, juiced up with adrenaline, and headed for the closed door that looked like it could be a bedroom.

He swung it open violently and there he saw Jenny sitting on her bed, looking terrified. Nate was right at Chuck's tail, this time grabbing hold of his shoulders and pulling him back with force.

"What do you want with her?" Nate gritted his teeth as he spoke. Seeing Chuck now, he was even more enraged than there last meeting.

"I think you should be asking yourself that same question and staying out of other people's business Archibald." Chuck retorted, shaking himself from the young man grasps and turning to face Jenny Humphrey full on.

"So you tricked me into letting you in my suite to get some dirt on the Queen B. Hoping you could use it to demolish her reign or…" he flicked his eyes over to Nate standing dumbfounded. "Stealing the King."

Jenny shook her head violently, regretting her mistake before. She didn't' realize how easy it would be for Chuck to deduce it was her. She was sure he had many unfaithful visitors that he used for one night stands. "I-I don't know w-what you're t-talking about." She stuttered through watery eyes. She knew she was done for.

"Leave her alone!" Nate growled at Chuck again, wondering why he was attacking Jenny like this. She obviously didn't do anything wrong. She was Dan Humphrey's little sister, not the devil in disguise.

Chuck laughed at Nate's actions, declaring his protective feelings for Jenny. They both looked at him confused.

"Nathaniel, one would call this a serious case of trading down." He chuckled before turning his glare back to Jenny and finishing his threat. "I know it was you, and soon she will too. And before you know it, you won't be able to step foot at Constance again. And that's if you're lucky."

Suddenly Nate was at Jenny's side, since Chuck didn't linger after his final statements.

"What was he talking about?" Nate asked softly while passing her a tissue to wipe away the few tears that began to fall down her cheeks. She decided to tell him the truth… well most of it.

"I wanted to help you, you know, know what really happened. So I lied and went to Chuck's, saying I was there for something of Eric's that he left there. Luckily, Chuck was going into the shower so I was alone. I saw Blair's dress and I took a picture of it for proof. But I didn't know how to tell you, and I was nervous. So I sent it to Gossip Girl, assuming you'd find out that way. I didn't think about how it would hurt anyone. I just wasn't thinking and I wanted to help you so bad because you looked so sad." Jenny rambled on telling her half-true story, ignoring the fact that she did want to hurt Blair. Especially since she was sure this would knock her off her throne.

Nate listened, eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open. He didn't think Jenny would ever do anything to hurt anyone… so his face softened and he gave her a half smile. She was trying to help him, not hurt Blair. It was a honest mistake, especially to someone who wasn't used to this whole world they lived in.

He looked in her eyes, trying to find some hint of malice, but he couldn't. Jenny was a good girl, a good person, who wasn't into the world that involved gossip and rumors and hatred. Nate hadn't met anyone like that. Even Serena was guilty of being apart of the world. But Jenny was innocent and kind. Not to mention, she was funny, smart and beautiful.

Jenny noticed his gaze on her face, calculating what she said. But she also noticed a look of compassion and trust he had when he stared at her. She felt hot under his stare and blushed slightly at the strength of it. And suddenly, she felt lips touching hers, moving slowly and softly in an enticing rhythm. She kissed back.

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The rumor spread fast and hard. At school on Monday, Blair could feel everyone looking at her with judging stares. She tried to ignore it with her head held high, still in attempt to pretend that this was all a lie to bring her down. But she could tell, people were doubting her denying tactic this time, and actually challenging her.

By the time she had reached her last period before lunch, she heard some gossip that finally made her crack under the pressure of the rumor.

"I heard her telling E about it. She thought it was time the Queen B was revealed as the hypocrite she really is." Hazel noticed Blair walking past them and began to speak a little louder to Penelope and Iz. "Who thought the girl from Brooklyn had it in her, to take down royalty like that."

Blair eyes flashed with hatred as she realized her mistake. Somehow, little Jenny Humphrey had gotten into Chuck's suite to put together a take down, with her as the victim. She decided to deal with this at lunch and try to focus her attention on her next class.

For once, Blair had not spoken up in French class, showing off her superior skills in the subject that so many had difficulty with. Instead, her mind was on a certain blonde bitch. She had to retaliate with force and speed, before her reign at Constance would be compromised.

But no matter how much she tried to distract herself by plotting little J's demise, she couldn't help but have her mind wander back to what she really wanted to think about.

Chuck Bass hadn't betrayed her. He had stayed true to honoring her reputation and feelings and didn't tip Gossip Girl off. Even though he had plenty of ammunition to do so.

After class, she made her way over to the steps of the met, to attempt to salvage whatever power she still had. Little to her knowledge, it was already gone.

There she was: blonde hair, fake Jimmy Choos and a fake grin to match. She was sitting in Blair's spot. She was fuming, but she had to again hold her composure and act as if she couldn't get under her skin.

"Brooklyn, I believe you're in my seat." Jenny looked up to Blair's kind smile, although there was no hiding the anger in her eyes.

"I don't think you sit here anymore B." She smiled back, giving her 'new friends' a wink and a giggle, only infuriating Blair more. Blair was close to the boiling point.

"Just because you were able to sneak your way into Chuck Bass's room, and create a seemingly clever set up to take me down, doesn't mean you suddenly have elite level status." She tested the waters and gave her Calvary a glare that meant 'back me up or you'll regret it.' Yet, no one flinched.

She knew it now; she had lost whatever hold she had over these girls. And soon, the school.

"I think you should eat lunch somewhere else Blair." Penelope piped up. Giving her an obviously hateful smirk. Blair new she never liked her much because of her relationship with Nate. She had been crushing on him since the 4th grade. Yet, she never thought she'd abandon her.

Blair then noticed a familiar face walking over to the group of girls. No matter how much they had gone through, she knew he would be here for her when this no named bitch tried to ruin her life. But, quicker than she could open her mouth in a greeting, Nathaniel Archibald took a seat next to Jenny fucking Humphrey. He touched the small of her back and gave her a kind smile before seeing Blair and giving her a sympathetic one.

She had taken her school, her friends, and her ex-boyfriend. Blair gave them all a curt nod before noticing Serena and turning to go meet her.

It was then that she decided that there was no way Jenny Humphrey would survive the end of her first year at Constance.