A.N: I have been super busy. Sorry everyone. But thank you for all the reviews. I hope that everyone enjoys this chapter.
Since many reviews have wanted, a CxB moment but I had not planned to really write until chapter 13 I reworked the outline and was able to fit in a moment in this chapter and the next. I hope that everyone enjoys the teaser. Yay, Posion Ivy episode part I is here! (Most episodes are broken down into two chapters besides the first episode).
Super-guest, I am so happy you enjoyed the NBJC from the last chapter. It was a lot of fun to write bluntness with them in the scenes hopefully there was some fun wit in there for you. If you did ever look at the Palace room sites I would like to let you know, I planned to use other ballrooms for further scenes up and coming.
Alisha I hope you enjoy the brief CxB interaction I wrote in part due to your review.
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Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit, to become delightful happiness must be tainted with poison.- Georges Bataille
It was Sunday night and for the first time during my high school career, I was hunched over a bunch of books attempting to do my homework. Usually I paid students to do my homework for me but I was hoping to take my mind off the unfortunate fact that I have fallen in love with a women. Blair Waldorf no less. A part of me wanted to drown myself in alcohol and drugs but I knew I needed to keep a clear head or I would end up at her door drunk and profess myself. This love thing was new and I wanted to determine how much control I had around her. No reason for me to get soft now. But there was something new and tangible about admitting the feelings to myself. I felt my stomach tingling as well as a panging in my heart. It was new. Brand new and I wanted to feel it. It was different… it was warm and sickening at the same time. But whenever I thought about trying to share these thoughts with Blair I instantly wanted to laugh at myself. No, no way Chuck Bass does love. I have never even contemplated a relationship. Is that what I wanted, a relationship? No, I was certain. I turned myself back to my homework. I read Anna Karenina and I was almost done with the calculus homework for the night. I was surprised to find it understandable and doable since I have not done math homework in ages. Nevertheless, linear functions were a piece of cake and a good distraction. I could do a problem or two and stop to think of Blair. I was not ready to go to sleep because every time I closed my eyes for more than two minutes I thought of her rocking against me on my bed. Suddenly knowing the past week she was throwing me the right signals it seemed almost reachable to achieve my fantasy. Only sheer stubbornness was keeping me in my suite.
It was pushing midnight when I heard a loud solid bang on the outside door of the suite. I was walking into the main living room to find the source of the noise but my father was there before me with a clearly annoyed look on his face. I knew he had an early flight to London tomorrow then Beijing. After his embarrassment this afternoon, he was not in the best of moods. Serena had left annoyed and Lily chased after her. Bart gave Blair a chilling look that shut off her crazed laughter. Nate and Blair left soon after. Before she left, she gave me a look that suggested she wanted to talk to me and that worried me. I tried to break the silence with a joke after my friends left.
"Wanna take a hit of this?" I asked smugly but he did not respond beyond an eye roll. "So, Lily Van derWoodsen?" I said with a smirk. "About time she tried to tie down another New Yorker."
"Please respect me in my own home Chuck," he responded to which I rolled my eyes.
"Sorry you couldn't get laid in your own home," I shot back. I knew I was taking out some of my frustration out at him.
"You could really think about more than sex Chuck. This coming week at school is ivy week and I worked home to ensure that you are going to be escorting the Yale representative. I am going to be out of town this week. I have business meetings in Europe and Asia. My assistant will send you details. I will be back on Friday for the event if we close the deal on time." He walked away before I could respond but I doubted he cared about what I thought.
When Bart got to the door to reveal a drunken Nate we were both equally surprised. When he stumbled in and fell into my father's arms Bart looked at me in annoyance as if this was my fault. He stumbled backwards half-carrying half-dragging Nate onto the sofa in the sitting area. Bart placed him down carefully on the sofa with more compassion than I ever received from him. He looked at me ready to comment however before he got a chance to speak Nate began hurling on the floor forcing Bart to jump back.
"Chuck, I am going to call security right now. He is making a mess," Bart yelled at me. I was now by Nate's side to make sure that Nate would not asphyxiate on his own vomit. I have been in worse shape so I was not worried about his liquor intake however I never seen him this drunk. In the past week he had been drunk a couple of times. Once he was done throwing up, I attempted to help him up and guide him to the bathroom. I urged him to comply with me but he stumbled over his own feet and we tumbled down a few feet from the bathroom door.
"Chuck this is ridiculous. I am calling his parents!" my father yelled out again.
I was embarrassed annoyed and concern with my best friend. It was almost too much to deal with. Nevertheless, I was aware that calling his parents was a mistake. I knew the trouble he would be in and I needed to stop him. I knew Nate would do all he could to help me if the situation were reversed. "I am handling this," I told him as I made my way to my feet and urged Nate to get up, which he did. Suddenly Nate seemed to understand or at least feel Bart's anger, which translated in him actually moving his feet.
"Chuuuck. Evvvverything is messed up," Nate mumbled to me and he stumbled his way into the bathroom. I told him to sit in front of the toilet just in case he needed to throw back up. Bart was in the doorway still watching us. Nate began throwing up again making Bart angrier.
"I have an early flight. I can't have this continuing. We need to call someone and get him out of here," Bart lectured again.
"Dad! Stop! Go sleep in another one of the hundreds rooms we have!" I yelled hoping that he would stop and let me handle this. It was only after I said it that I realize that I called him dad. In the pause that followed, I refuse to look at my father in the face due to the embarrassment that I felt.
"Okay Chuck. But he passes out call someone okay. Keep him up," he told me. "It is important that you make it to school. The interviews for the ushers are tomorrow. It is pretty much a sure thing but you at least need to show up. Both of you. I am sure the Archibald's won't be happy if Nathaniel misses this," I nodded at him still too embarrassed to speak to him after I called him dad and unsure how to understand his helpfulness. Coupled with my feelings for Blair that I was contemplating and my newfound slight respect for my father I could not handle this now. "Don't disappointment me again," were his last words before he walked back to his bedroom. And there went that respect. I knew no matter what I was going to disappointment him at least once before he returned from aboard. That was a sure thing.
"Shit man…. I am sorry. I don't know what I was think… showing …. here," Nate mumbled as he hugged the toilet his eyes unfocused and dazed. I did not respond. Nate had been on the other end of my drunken behavior for years. Before I was capable of handling my liquor Nate picked me off many floors, took me to the hospital once for alcohol poisoning, and covered for me more times that I even knew. I was just returning the favor. "Did I throw up on Bart Bass?" he mumbled more to himself. I laughed.
"No thankfully Nathaniel you did not," I told him. He seemed to be able to hold his head up so I got up to run quickly to my bedroom to grab a robe and my cigarettes. Sliding the case into my robe, I made my way into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. When I got to kitchen, I found that my father had already called housekeeping to clean up Nate's mess. I apologized sheepishly to the women cleaning the mess. I knew I had left my fair share of messes in the suite and suddenly a pang of guilt hit me as I thought of all the people who cleaned up after me in my lifetime. When I came back in into the bathroom, I handed him a bottle of mouthwash and a bottle of water. As he listened to my instructions, I slid down and sat on the floor next to him. I lite a cigarette more as a distraction in the moment as I thought about how to sober him up.
"Chuck, thank you," he mumbled quite a few times in the couple of minutes that followed. When he had gone half an hour without throwing up, I escorted him to bathroom that adjoined my bedroom and told him to take a shower. I helped him undress until he was down to his boxer shorts and threw in the shower. Keeping watch to make sure he did not stumble and fall to his death I sat on the counter in the bath while playing a game on my phone.
"she is so beautiful… she smells like vanilla and coconut… pineapple," he was mumbling as I played candy crush on my phone trying to ignore him but not being able to help myself from laughing at his words. "My mom was so mad about Blair. She wants to marry her. She wants me to marry her…. But I don't want to," he explained making more sense than he had a moment ago and I could not help but listen to his words.
"Nathaniel, you don't have to marry her," I piped into his verbal stream of thought.
"I don't want to!" he yelled and I quickly told him to shut up and be quiet. It was past one at this point and I was unsure if my father took another room or not. "She is bad… she is mean. She doesn't smell coconut," he explained about Blair.
"No her hair smells like lilac and lavender mixed with the scent of Dior," I added knowing Nate would never remember this conversation. He shut the water off himself and seemed to be more alert. I wondered if I made an error on his level of sobriety. But when he leaned against the tile and closed his eyes I realized I was safe. I threw him a towel and told him to cover up. After drying his hair, he put a robe on.
Turning quickly he pointed a finger at me. "Purple! Lilac and lavender are purple. You like purple. You like Blair," he said.
"Nathaniel, you may be the only person more astute when drunk," I laughed at him. He laughed back obviously confused but wanting to join in on the joke.
I lead him to sofa that was in my room. I grabbed some more water and some crackers that were in the kitchen for him to munch on. I urged him to eat and drink water as he continued to mumble onwards about Blair, Serena and his parent. I nodded and listened as it became clear to me that he had feelings for Serena and even some for Blair. He went on for much longer about the Captain and Anne and how hurt he was for them. I sympathized with his plight against his parents and I added two-word response when I thought he wanted them. Then he would go on about how I was his best friend and nothing would tear us a part especially not a girl.
"Chuck, you cannot sleep with her. It is against the code. She is mine. I know we broke up but she is mine. She is… I am supposed to marry her," he mumbled. I felt the need to respond and have a conversation about Blair knowing he would reveal more than he should at this moment.
"You two are broken up. She said no today and you want to sleep to with Serena," I knew I was taking advantage of his drunkenness but could not help myself.
"She is. She is very pretty. She does not even know how pretty she is sometimes. She is like a doll all dressed up sometimes. But she is mine. Mine. Even if broke up for now… later… later we will be married. We will have children." While he sounded like a child that wanted to play with a toy in the first half of his speech the second half he sounded like a man who wanted to have a life with Blair Waldorf. That instantly put me on edge. As much as I wanted to think that they are over, I knew that they were always going to have history. Does it make me a horrible friend if I still wanted her, that I yearned for her even now, as Nathaniel sat on my couch talking of children and marriage?
"What if I wanted her?" I pressed him on. He whipped his head dramatically to look at me.
"Nooo!" he pointed his finger at me. "She is not… you cannot. I am her Nate and I protect her. She is not as tough as she pretends when she does her thing. You would break her. Break her… her into pieces… plus she is saving herself for someone special that was me but I didn't. I couldn't have sex with her until I told her about Serena. So no sex with Blair no purpling with her," he told me sternly his hands waving about as he drunkenly tried to explain. The pieces of the conversation that I minced I realized that he thought he was protecting Blair from keeping her from me. He thought I would just use her for sex. The fact that he thought Blair needed protection from me was unsettling and hurtful but true.
I could not help myself as the words spilled out before I knew "What if I have feelings for her?" I mumbled quietly.
I half wished he did not hear my question. His eyes were closed and I thought he was going to doze off before answering my question. I was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep myself when he mumbled. "Chuck doesn't have feelings for girls. He is Chuck Bass."
"Go to sleep Nate," was my only response. Mostly I was tired and wanted to go to sleep already but a part of me was angry with him since he thought me incapable of feelings. It was around two when I finally shut off the lights. When I closed my eyes, I saw Blair and that warmth feeling I felt earlier and the panging in my heart returned.
There's plenty of upside to being the spawn of the fabulously wealthy. But the downside? Super successful parents expect nothing less from their offspring. And when it comes to college, that means the Ivys. It's more than just getting into college, it's setting a course for the rest of your life. And for those few who aren't legacies, the pressures are no less. When parents have sacrificed for their children's futures, what kid would want to let them down?- xoxo Gossip Girl
It was a new week. Sunday was only the end of last week. Monday, this Monday was the beginning and I was excited. Ivy week was here and it had to be perfect. I had put on the perfect outfit today with a retro horseshoe purse, a white ruffled blouse, red tights, and topped it off with a bejeweled bow on my tie to bring the outfit all together. Navy, white, and red always made me feel powerful. Right now, I needed powerful. Last week I had to deal finding out that Nate cheated on me with Serena, the fact that they hide it from me for almost a year, Nate attacking me at my own party, making amends with Serena, dancing with Chuck in a suggestive way, and caught on Gossip Girl with the Vanderbilt engagement ring. On top of all of that I had fell into remission and had a break down in which I destroyed my room. But the picture frames were in and new memories were to be made. So I was headed to school with a smile on my face knowing that the gossip was going to be legendary all while I prep for the Ivy Week reception and made sure to impress the Yale escort. I was going to show them I was queen of this social scene not only for throwing the best parties but because I was powerful when it came to being somebody in this school.
I was at the base of the Met's step when I heard the first murmur of gossip reached my ears. 'I bet she is sleeping with Chuck and Nate.' 'Serena is totally going to run the show now that she is back.' 'Serena was the better queen.' 'Apparently Nate always had a thing for Serena.' 'You know that Nate and Serena are still sleeping with each other.' Each new whisper felt like a knife in my heart but I continued. I walked forward towards the top of the large steps with wind blowing against me cooling the blush that was threatening to show on my cheeks. Kati and Iz were there at the top of the stairs with Jenny, Penelope, and Hazel. I knew it was time to put P in her place.
"Ladies," I addressed them as I walked to the top and reached out my hand to grab my latte, which Jenny quickly gave me. I turned my attention to Penelope.
"We need to ensure this week that the mixer is perfect and I know that you guys will do your best to make sure everything is to my standards," I told him before I nodded at them to take their seats. Penelope stood standing.
"Are we not going to address the fact that Nate cheated on you with Serena? What are we going to do? You are planning payback right? And did you or did you not sleep with Bass of all people?" she all but and it was clear that she was angry and frustrated. I smirked at her outburst.
"You are not to concern your feeble mind with my personal concerns. My friendships with Serena and Chuck are none of your concern. Furthermore, if I ever hear it suggested that you sent anything about me to Gossip Girl again you will not be allowed in the inner circle again. If you are wondering about punishments here is yours, you are not allowed to sit with us this week," I told her smoothly (1).
She stomped her foot. "What… you cannot- oh look here is Serena. She was always a far better queen then you ever were," I turned to see Serena walking over in all her sunshine and messy hair.
"We are so happy that you are back. Constance has been so lacking leadership without you," Penelope told Serena. I rolled my eyes but keep quiet knowing Serena did not want to regain the throne and was fully on board with a P takedown.
"Well Blair is the leader we need," she said as she wrapped her hand around me while chuckling. "Did you mentioned to her the thing we heard?" Serena asked me with a smile.
"I have not yet had the time. But maybe we should share it now? Penelope how is your father's business partner this time of year? And his wife and two children or was it three children? I hear that you two are quite friendly and I was wondering how daddy dearest must feel that you have a sugar daddy?" I smirked at her. The smile that she had on her face dropped. "Yes. So you are dismissed or you can trade spots with Jenny this week."
"I'll trade the spot," she mumbled. I stepped closer to her ready to humiliate her.
"That means that you sit two steps lower. That means you bring my breakfast in the morning. You open the doors for me when I walk. You do not ask questions to me directly. You get my morning coffee which because I am being nice I will remind you how I take my coffee only this once. I like a latte with French vanilla shot with skim milk and never ever attempt to give my coffee unless it is steaming hot," I told her sternly.
"Yes… yes," she all but shouted.
"Here Serena do you want this," I said handing her my coffee that Jenny gave me earlier. "I hate drinking coffee twice in the morning bad for my teeth." I looked back at Penelope. I drank my coffee at home but I made sure the minions always brought me mine because I like to put them in their place. Sometimes if I was extremely tired, I did drink the coffee but it was rare this early in the semester. Penelope turned red embarrassed and looked back at the other girls who just put their heads down. She looked back at me and nodded. Good no speaking when not directed to.
We were leaving the step when Jenny stopped and asked if she could speak to me for a moment.
"Blair, I was umm wondering," she tugged at her skirt. "About the Chuck thing." Instantly my disinterest shifted rapidly.
"I thought we talked about this," I said half-annoyed and half-upset. Chuck was currently an interest of mine. I wanted him in way in a way that I never wanted a man.
"I know. I just wanted your advice because I was thinking about it and I was wondering if you think Chuck and I could… you know. Like I was not ready on Saturday but maybe if we tried again I would know what to expect. I want to know if you think him and me have a chance at another go. I know what landing Chuck could do for my reputation," she said eagerly.
"Listen. No one lands Chuck Bass. He gets what he wants. He almost never dips twice so get over it," I told her quickly and walked away from her.
I was angry with Jenny for mentioning Chuck. I knew that this was a larger problem. His eyes the way they stared into my soul when he walked in on Nate and me tore into me. I did not know why but I wanted to know what it meant. I was intrigued and annoyed at the way he was making me feel. I did not want to start having feelings for him however; I knew I wanted him more than ever. I woke up this morning covered in sweat from a raunchy dream in which for the first time in my life, I achieved an orgasm in my sleep. Which only served to annoyed me when Dorota commented about my 'glow'. We were in the shared auditorium awaiting headmaster Keller's remarks about Ivy week when Gossip Girl shot out yet a new blast.
Spotted: Nate and Chuck arrive late to school wearing a mean dark pair of shades. Another late night of partying boys? Why don't you ever invite me to come and play? Better hurry up and arrive, your legacies await –XOXO Gossip Girl
When I heard the door in the back open I knew that they arriving. I could not help but turn around and if my chance or fate I made eye contact with Chuck. It was quick but shocked me a little I must admit. I did expect the butterflies that hit me. Maybe I should not play this game with him it was dangerous. It was running in the rain without an umbrella. It was touching an open flame. It was risky and even stupid. But hell if he could give me orgasms in my sleep then maybe he could do even more in person. I was not even a hundred percent sure he was interested but I was determined to find out.
Just as my father told me, I got the Yale escort without even trying. Some might think it unfair that my money brought me these things. Maybe they were right. We did nothing to earn the advantages we were just born to them. I did not even want them. I wanted to earn my father's respect from nothing yet my surname did not make that an actual possibility.
"So you got Yale," Nathaniel comment seemingly annoyed.
"Yes, of course and you got Dartmouth." I knew I was smug since I knew how much he did not want this. In fact, the entire car ride over to Saint Jude's was spent with him moaning and groaning about his father who wanted him to go to Dartmouth while his mother's family wanted him to go to Columbia.
"Great! I guess being first in our class means nothing," I heard Dan mumble to himself.
"No having a trust fund is so much more important," I could not help but share with him.
"Do you want me to punch you again?" he threaten.
"I would like to see you try. My father would have you expelled in a heartbeat. So you could say bye bye to whatever second tier school you actually could afford," I told him with all the confidence of a billionaire teen could muster. He walked away while he muttered a few choice words under his breath.
"Well since that is done. I think I am going to skip out," Nate told me as we walked away from the bulletin board and towards first period.
"You sure?" I asked my concern coming through.
"Yes, I really do not want to be here right now. Listen thanks again for last night. I know I was a little wild. I hope I did not get you into much trouble with Bart," he grabbed onto my shoulder in his masculine display of affection.
"I will always have your back Nathaniel," I told him honestly. He smiled and donned his sunglasses again as he walked away back into the courtyard to leave. I was more than a little bit concerned for him.
It was around lunchtime when I decided I needed a break and was far too tired to stay up in history class after last night. It was a beautiful day, the air crisp and quiet. There were only going to be so many more days this year that were going to be clear. I was waiting for my limo to pull up which was taking Arthur longer than usual because it was not in the schedule for the day. I was leaning back on the brick wall outside of the courtyard when she approached me with a sneaky smile.
"Bass," she greeted me as she stood in front of me looking beautiful. Her closeness was almost too much to bear. "Where are you going?" she asked.
"To lunch," I responded hoping she would back away her scent -the scent that haunted my dream last night-as too overpowering.
"You are lying. You are ditching like Nate is. Off to sleep with some strippers?" she admonished and I looked away from her glaze. I realized that much of the student bodies were watching us. I groaned internally at the thought of another gossip girl blast.
"It is none of your business. Nate is probably sleeping off last night which I was headed to do," I shared suddenly feeling on edge from all this attention.
"You know. I could ditch with you?" she told me while batting her eyelashes and played with the edges of my scarf a classic Bass flirt technique. I pulled it back from her grasp. She smirked. "We could discuss maybe Yale. You are the escort and I want to make sure I get most of his attention."
"I am sure you will have every man's attention," I told her falling for her charms as I reached out and tucked a loose hair behind her ear. Maybe it was her batting eyes, which never worked before, maybe it was her scent of Dior and lilacs, maybe it was just the fact that it was just her. Maybe it meant something that she was flirting with me here in front of the whole school sober and clear of thought. Then a camera flash diverted our gaze and I realized this was going to make Gossip Girl. I thought of Nate. I shook my head at myself as I sidestepped around her.
"Chuck?" she asked confused as I walked away to the limo that had arrived.
"Blair. We can't. Whatever you want from me we can't…" I whispered to her to assure no one could here. Her eyes went wide in shock as she realize that I was rejected her.
"You want me," she responded back with a fierce stubbornness that only served to make her look even sweeter. The look in her eyes told me it was a question. I opened the door of the limo and but stood looking at her.
"Only a blind man wouldn't be tempted by your body and only a fool wouldn't be tempted by your wit," I confessed.
"You aren't blind but tell me are you a fool?" she asked as she stepped closer. I wanted to smile at her quick retort. In that moment, our phones both went off I realize that gossip girl must have already posted about this encounter. I don't know why but I pulled it out to read.
I must admit the Daily News broke this story before me but the Captain Nate Archibald's father was just arrested for fraud. Oh no. It seems like lying and cheating is an Archibald family trait. I guess along with trust funds, ivy league educations, and drug problems a fraud case is just part of the UES package deal. –XoXo Gossip Girl.
As if the blast brought her a new sense of realization, she stepped back. I slid into the limo quickly slamming the door shut. I was grateful for the tainted windows because I continued to stare at her as she stood there on the sidewalk watching my limo drive off.
I did not know how to feel. This thing with Chuck was only getting more and more complicated. I knew I was being brazen for approaching him at school today but I could not help myself. Most people look awkward standing alone but Chuck just looks so confident and demanding. I was drawn into that bravado. When the news broke about Nate I was shocked and thought an arrest was weeks away. Instantly I felt horrible for him. I knew what it felt like to have a parent's scandal cover the papers but an arrest was new and scandalous for the Upper East Side. My text and calls to him went unanswered and I even texted Chuck to ask if he heard from Nate, which he told me he had not. It was almost six and dinner was to be served soon but my mother was at her office working on her new advertisement for the line. When the elevator chimed to alert me to a guest I was surprised but happy to find it was Nate. He looked upset, angry, and broken as he entered into the foyer.
"Nate?" I walked closest to him and I realized there were tears in his eyes. I quickly wrapped him up into a hug as he grabbed onto me his silent tears falling onto my head. Finally after a few moments I pulled away to look at him. "Are you okay?" I asked him.
"I feel like everything is falling apart…" he said letting his words trail off and I knew that was all he really wanted to say about the matter. I nodded my head and asked him to join me for dinner. I promised him that we did not have to talk about anything.
We ate as I filled him in on my plans for the mixer and my meeting with the junior class today. He smiled, nodded, and faked his way through a polite conversation. I tried to distract him from his thoughts by suggesting that we watch a movie and he could even pick. He agreed. We innocently watched television together lounging on the sofa in front of the television in the informal sitting room. His blazer was off and his tie was gone. He looked comfortable and I felt more comfortable than I had in months around him. I was happy that we could do this. Be friends for each other in moments like this.
"Blair, thank you for letting me stay here. I just did not want to be with my family right now," he said for about the fifth time when he caught me staring.
"Not a problem. It is what friends are for. Let me get some popcorn for the next movie. I will be right back," I told him as I grabbed the bowl and walked out crossing into the foyer when the elevator opened up. I briefly glanced over thinking it was my mother to tell her that Nate was over when out walked Chuck Bass.
"Blair," his voice was smooth like velvet and the goosebumps came over me.
"Chuck what are you-"my words were caught off as he grabbed and pulled me into him while pushing me back at the same time. I dropped the bowl that was in my hand as I let my hands come up to snake around his neck. He pushed me against the wall under the steps as his mouth assaulted mine. There was nothing soft or sweet about the kiss. It was all teeth, lounge, lips, and hands as if he wanted to feel every part of me. I did not even realized my left leg had come up to snake around his lower body as he grinded into me until he pulled away for air. Quickly he began to kiss and softly bite down my jawline. Intermediately he was muttering my name as he kissed my jaw and neck as my hands were wrapped around his back. I threw back my head as possible against the wall to give him access. As soon as I did there he let out a growl like sound. I knew he was saying something about my sweetness but I was incapable of focusing on words as he kissed my neck. Suddenly he pulled back away from my body and it was only all contact had been severed that I realized my name was being called out by Nate. It sounded like he was still in the small sitting room. The disappointment on Chuck's face was devastating.
"Coming give me a moment!" I shouted back.
"X-men cool?" he yelled back at me. I yelled back yes as I looked at Chuck who was running his hand through his hair before adjusting his clothes.
"Chuck, its not like that between me and him," I tried to explain away the devastated look on Chuck's face but my hushed frantic whisper probably did not help my case.
"Happy to see Nate is safe here with you," he said sarcastically. I grabbed his arm to stop him from going but he shrugged me off and pressed the elevator button. "I guess was the fool," he mumbled. I was unsure if he wanted me to hear him say that. But I did and I was hesitant to say anything in response so I let him go.
1 B is assuming that Penelope sent the photo in to GG and well she is probably right. I rationalized P's outburst to B because she thinks B would be shaken up and weak on her moments back to school after the weekend drama. The student body of Constance has not come to realization that B and S are friends again in this moment. S did not go to her party and they really did not sit together at the brunch until after most of the guest had left.
A.N: I had a hard time with the Chuck and Nate scene and trying to determine how much to have Chuck be nursing type. I did think it was important as a physical manifestation of their friendship and care for each other. In the show, Chuck sleeps with Blair behind Nate's back and does not really come off as a good friend so I wanted him to have this moment in which we can see the love and care he has for Nate. His actions are second nature. Even in Nate's drunken state, he is confused over his feelings for Blair but I hope everyone can piece together how he feels about her through his gibberish.