Lyrics from Mrs. Robinson by Simon and Garfunkel...I think you know where this chapter is heading. I thought I'd write a bit of B/C in this one, they hadn't had any interaction in awhile...Enjoy and thanks for the reviews!

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Rating: T to M, mostly for language

Bizarre Love Triangle

Chapter 10: every way you look at it, you lose

Blair scanned the crowd viewing the polo match for Hayden. She'd called and texted him several times, and he still had not called back. She snapped her phone shut angrily. Where the fuck was he? He should know by now that she hated having to wait.

Looks like someone is playing hide and don't seek. Hayden, come out, come out, wherever you are. B won't bite...hard.

She strode towards Nate and Serena who watched as the horses trotted around the field. "Have you guys seen Hayden?"

"No, thank God." Blair shot Nate a glare. "What, you can do better than him."

"With who, Chuck Basshole?" Blair retorted. "No thank you."

Serena glared at Nate, which he promptly ignored. "No, not with Chuck," he muttered under his breath.

She huffed off in search of Hayden, her bright sundress twirling around her in a storm of color. Serena stared at Nate from under her floppy hat, raising her eyebrows.

"Forget it, I know that look. I told you, just let it go. I'm over her, and I'm going to find something new, something different." She shook her head and refocused her attention on the match at hand, waving to some of the admiring polo players. Nate shrugged and wandered off to get another drink.

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Blair's eyes flitted over the crowd, still in search. This was fucking ridiculous. No one made Blair Waldorf wait. He was going to get an earful. She caught the glance of one person for whom she was definitely not searching.

"What do you want?" she said harshly, her pointed chin in the air.

"Good morning to you too, Blair," Chuck snarled.

"You look ridiculous. You look like, Orville Reddenbacher." She gestured to his white suit, red and white, vertically-striped dress shirt and bow tie.

"Because I know how to heat you up and make you pop?" she looked at him in disgust, "Well, I'm sorry I don't look like I've just emerged from the pages of GQ like your friend Hayden. Speaking of, where is our good fellow?"

"Not like it's any of your business, but he's getting me a drink. Like the gentlemen he is and you aren't."

"Bitterness suits you Blair, it makes your skin glow," he sneered. She slowly shirked away, but he followed.

"What are you doing? Leave me alone, I don't want to be seen with you. You're like a pesky stray that won't leave me alone."

"Well, if you'd throw me a bone once in awhile, maybe I would."

"You have more than enough bones than even you need."

He reached over and grabbed her wrist, "Blair, don't you think this has gone too far?"

She lifted her sunglasses to look him the eye. "You're joking right? You ruined my summer. Just like you ruined my debutante ball. And the worst part was that you did it on purpose."

"In all fairness, the second time was not on purpose, it was merely accidental. I couldn't predict that was going to happen."

"So it was an accident that your dick fell into that interior designer's vagina? Okay, I'm sure there's lot of medical literature on that condition...it's called bullshitosis, it's this year's teenage genital herpes, maybe you can make a donation and become the face of its charity."

"Get off your high horse, Waldorf. It's not like you sat around and waited for me, instead you jetted off on my father's plane to Tuscany with some other guy."

"That's not the point...A. you would have done the same and B. why should I have to sit around and wait for you, while you are cheating on me! This time I actually thought you were going to be different, that you could dig in deep into your cold little black heart. But you can't change. You're a cheater and a life ruiner."

"You may fancy yourself a mean girl, but I know that deep down, you like playing this little hot and cold game with me." He leaned in close to her ear and she shuddered inside. "You like fighting with me, you like being feisty, you like keeping things exciting that's why you're doing all this stuff with that investment banker, to make me jealous. It's working, I'm jealous. You win. And I'm standing here, thinking about how good we are together, how good we fit and I know you feel it, too."

She gathered enough breath to muster, "You're pathologic."

"So are you. That's the point." He walked away and Blair was left there standing all alone, her face flushed and angry.

Spotted: Queen B all by her lonesome, looking angry and ready to kick some Bass.

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Nate witnessed the power struggle between Blair and Chuck as he lifted his Tanqueray and tonic to his dry lips. He made a mental note to tell Serena, "I told you so." Now that the summer was past the midway point, maybe he should just give up. He could at least enjoy the rest of his summer, even without Blair.

Jane scanned the crowd, her eye catching a very good looking someone dressed in a neat pair of khakis and a light blue button down dress shirt sitting at a table overlooking the field.

"Hello there." She sauntered up to the table, and placed a perfectly manicured hand on it. She took off her sunglasses and hooked them right in the midline of her low cut dress, the weight of the glasses pulling down the fabric to show off even more ample cleavage.

Nate looked up at the older woman with interest. She had high cheekbones, bronze skin, and choppy blonde hair that framed her bony face. She was kind of sexy wearing a short white dress that showed off some seriously large and obviously fake tits. Her body was great for someone his mother's age. His mouth raised in a crooked grin. "Hi." His shyness was irresistable to her.

"Is this seat taken?" He shook his head no. "I'm Jane Bryant." She sat down, crossing a very tanned leg over the other, giving him a nice upskirt view. She was wearing some white panties which were a nice contrast to her dark skin.

Aren't you a bit too late to try and play the pure as snow card, Jane?

"Nate Archibald. Nice to meet you, Ms. Bryant," she extended her hand to him, and he kissed it.

She blushed, "Oh no, call me Jane. I'm not that old. Aren't you one of Blair's friends?"

"Yes, I know her family pretty well. Aren't you Eleanor's design assistant?"

"I am," she smiled, and she brushed his arm gently with her French manicured fingers.

He was flattered, but more than a little creeped out by this woman…this much older woman.

"You're cute, Nate," she whispered, as she held his hand in hers tracing the lines in his palm. She put her hand on his leg and rubbed it, sending some shocks up his spine.

"Thanks," he said bashfully. She rubbed her stiletto against his leg. Man, this chick was coming onto him real fast. He hadn't ever been with an older woman, and maybe she could teach him a thing or two…

Just remember N, the old Vegas adage does not hold up...What happens in the Hamptons, does not always stay there. It is talked about all year long thanks to yours truly. Don't shoot the messenger...

"I'd love to get to know you, Nate."

"That would be very nice," he leaned in, feeling bold, and put his hand on her bare thigh.

"Would you be a dear and get me a martini, sweetie…" she had to pause to catch her breath as her heart raced. She hasn't felt this flushed in a long time.

"Shaken or stirred," he asked.

"Let's stir things up, shall we?"

Ooh, let's. Here's to you, Mrs. Bryant, Jesus loves you more than you will know…

She watched his ass move away from her as she licked her lips. Blair Waldorf's ex-boyfriend, was exactly who she had been seeking. Blair had very yummy taste, indeed. She had only intended on playing with him for a little bit, to make the girl jealous. She hadn't expected to find someone so young, strapping and sexy, and Nathanial Archibald fit that bill much too well to pass up.