Part 9

A/N: So... I got suspended for a few days and one of my stories got deleted for going against policy or whatever? Though I don't see how it went against anything. But that kinda put a damper on writing and made it impossible to post anything. On top of that a lot of personal stuff happened sucking up all my free time from when I was not working. So this is super late, and I'm sorry for that. Honestly.

"Breakfast At Humphrey's"

When I woke up in the morning my bottom lip was soar, probably from last night. Oh gosh last night was by far one of the best thing that has ever happened to me, and a lot of great things have happened to me. Last night was just full of so much passion and raw attractions it felt amazing. Never has a simple kiss made my entire body go insane. I want that feeling again, I want it now, it was so perfect. Yet, here I am, laying in bed alone, slightly biting my lower lip like Chuck once did.

Slowly I rolled out of bed and walked over to my mirror; brushing my hair until it looked good, but not to good. Next was to apply a light pink tint to my lips, not so noticeable but still made them look extra desirable. Some neutral eye shadow to give me more color, and, of course, some black eyeliner to help my blue eyes pop. I was trying to make it look like I didn't try to look beautiful; instead I wanted to look as if I rolled out of bed looking this cute.

All for you Chuck, all for you.

In one of my shorter night shirts and a pair of short-shorts I walked down the hall towards the kitchen. Before taking the final step, before exposing myself to whoever was out there, I peeked around the corner. Shoot. There was no Chuck, just Dan pouring some juice. That probably meant Blair wasn't far behind. Casually I walked in, pretending like I didn't look slutty in my pajamas (which I kind of did), pulled myself up and sat on the counter.

Dan glanced over at me with a smile, but as he saw me he simply chuckled. His eyes went back to his juice, taking his sweet time to drink it. He was probably put off making some witty comment about my morning appearance. Finally he set it down, staring at his orange juice as he started to speak, "You look really comfy right now." His voice couldn't of sounded more sarcastic.

"Actually I feel very freeing," I grinned happily over to him. Honestly though I felt awkward, my ass freezing on the counter as I pretended to be happy that Dan was who I found in the kitchen. Had I missed Chuck? Had he left already without saying anything to me? Thinking he'd wait for me was probably stupid. Casually I tried to bring it up, "So did Chuck leave already? I heard something early while I was trying to sleep." Lie, I didn't hear a thing. But that was pretty sly, huh?

So Dan pretty much gave me the most confused look ever. Caught him off guard with that one. "Um, no. I woke up around six and it was dead quiet." He shot me one last weirded out look before turning around and putting the orange juice container back in the fridge. Thanks for the offer.

The first thing that popped into my head though was where Blair could be. Did our awkward little run in last night make her leave early last night? If so I didn't mean to be a cock block to Dan. It was nice to know he seriously moved on though, and for real this time. Last night, with the candles and home cooked dinner, it looked sweet and romantic. This was the kind of thing Dan had been probably dying to do for a long time, but never had the right person to do it for. Weird enough that was now Blair, and it seemed like she liked that cliché kind of thing.

Sighing I hopped off the counter. Getting ready was a complete waste of time, Chuck probably wasn't even here. At this moment I wanted to hit myself in the head. He pushed me against my bedroom door, he was holding me in his arms, kissing my lips, and I turned him down. I told him I couldn't let it be that easy this time. Replaying it in my head I must of sounded like the dumbest chick alive. I went after him just to shut him down. No wonder Chuck would leave without a goodbye.

Before I had a chance to mope back to my room and fall back on to my bed, I heard a door shut down the hall. Smiling a little too hopefully I looked up. With my luck it was going to be Erik finally getting up, about to go study with my Blair again. My luck seemed to change though, because instead it was an already dressed, staring down at his phone Chuck.

A small smile started to spread across my lips, but quickly I stopped myself. Dan couldn't see I was happy to see Chuck, that would bring up way to many questions. Also I might as well still try my play-it-cool strategy since he was still here. It was a good strategy, so why waste it? At the same time though he had to see I was still interested. My move from last night couldn't jeopardize this thing between us.

Instead I decided to smirk, to remind him of what had happened the night before; just in case he had forgotten of how amazing it was. Slowly I made steps closer to him with the hope of him looking up soon. When there was still nothing I held back a sigh and in a sweet tone began to speak, "Well you sure seem popular this morning. Lots of meetings to get to?" Barely I teased, hoping it would just get his attention off that thing and to my adorable self.

Luckily that seemed to do the trick. His eyes peeled off his iPhone's screen and instead went to me where they stayed. Still, there didn't seem to be a dying urge in his eyes to keep them there like last night. Maybe some of the heat died out while we spent the night alone. For some reason I thought it would make everything even more intense by not sleeping together the very first night. Cause more sexual tension or something. Clearly that isn't how Chuck Bass roles.

Not caring at all, Chuck shrugged as he made a step past me. "You know me, Jenny. I'm high on demand." After walking past me, I heard his steps stop, which caused me to turn around to face him again. Little did he know I totally caught him checking out my ass with that soft, sneaky smile of his.

So he still was into me and possibly the whole idea of, for lack of a better word, us.

That made me roll my eyes; he was so full of himself in this modest way. What once came off as douchey now seemed goofy. It was part of what I liked about him. All the bragging he did was justified. He was high on demand (though I didn't exactly love the thought of having to battle not only other girls, but people dying to simply do business with him) and he knew that. Now he was using that fact to taunt me about how he could be doing anything, anyone else today.

I could only hope he would choose not to. It made me question if hard to get was the best approach, because it hit me right now I'm not exactly in the position to make him work for it. He was the one who was hard to get, and I really wanted to catch him. Instead of trying to be caught I should try to reel him in with something worth getting.

It slowly hit me that I hadn't replied to him; my eyes were staring right into his, barely even blinking. That was alright, because it didn't seem like Chuck had noticed my lips had been kept shut. Ever so sweetly I began to smile, now walking past him and to the kitchen again. Carelessly, trying to act as if I could float like an angel, I pulled myself back up on to the kitchen counter. My eyes kept on him, while out of the corner of my eye I realized Dan was right next to me, while made my flawless act fall a bit weak.

"Yeah, everyone wants you for some mysterious reason." I rolled my eyes to Dan, which made him roll his eyes back. Good, he was oblivious (which didn't surprise me to much. It was Dan after all). But it made me actually think for a moment. Chuck told me that I knew him. Even though it came out sort of sarcastically, it actually made me think.

After all the time we had spent talking, and all the time we had spent not talking (if you know what I mean), I felt like I did know him. Not completely, but more than probably anyone else at this moment. I have been seeing his sweet side and how even when he's being all tough, he isn't all that tough. He was high on demand, that fact couldn't be argued, but just because he was high on demand didn't mean he was going to fall into it. Maybe somewhere in that busy schedule he made room for me. Maybe.

Chuck looked over at Dan, who was now staring at his laptop. He was probably messaging Blair, planning another little secret date of theirs. My eyes came off of Dan and went back to Chuck, waiting for his eyes to come off Dan as well. I was crossing my fingers something good would come from this moment. Dan would only be staring at that screen for so long.

That was when Chuck began to walk towards me, causing my heart to go a million miles per second. Ever so gently his hand landed on my thigh, and as he leaned over the counter to grab an apple his hand went up as well; going right up my shorts. He did it so effortlessly, like he wasn't doing this with my brother in the same room. At that moment I wanted nothing more but to pushed up against my door, kissing him.

Please tell me you want the same, Chuck, because if you're just doing this to toy with me I can tell you right now this won't end well for me... Why? Because this girl I decided to be, the one who doesn't care about what others thought and doesn't need anyone to care for her, love her, has had a slight change of heart. As in, I might be a big enough idiot to not only want some type of relationship, but I want it with- dare I say- Chuck. That sounds bad already.

My breathing slowed down as he put his face closer to mine. It was like he was testing me or something. Seeing if I was willing to take the risk to get any closer. Which was a risk I wanted to take, but Dan was seriously right there. This little thing we do have could get shot to hell in a matter of seconds if he even caught a glance.

No. I'm not going to let Dan once again help destroy a chance at a relationship. I'm a big girl, I can make decisions for myself. More importantly I won't let his ideals affect mine. Not like he was Mr. Perfect anymore (I mean, he never was, but in his mind).

Carefully I began to lean in, going extremely slow. Probably not the best idea if I wanted to beat the Dan timer, but I couldn't help it. Honestly I was nervous. Last night I was so high on determination and confidence that fear didn't have the chance to seep in. Now I had shaky hands, butterflies in my stomach, all those things screaming at me that I did care about this.

Not wasting a second more, I barely touched his lips with mine. My eyes closed only for the brief second when our lips were together. When they opened though all I saw was Chuck looking right back. His hand left my upper thigh and instead he put it on my side, out of Dan's sight. Right as I was about to go in and kiss him again, I heard Dan turn around in his chair. That made me instantly stop as I tried to calm down and catch the breath Chuck was stealing away.

Confused, Dan looked over at us. At first I was freaked out, thinking that he might of started to catch on to what was happening. But then he started to talk and all my fears went flying out the window. "What happened to being high on demand?" He slightly teased at Chuck, which actually I didn't mind because it gave me a chance to smile without being questioned.

Taking his hand off my side, Chuck took a step back. "People will wait for me," Came out of his mouth so smoothly. That charm that seems to go with every word he says. No one else could talk like him, with so much confidence and pride in everything he said. You know what I'm talking about.

Like that Chuck started to make his way to the elevator. At first I just watched him walk away, realizing how much I hated that. He walked away like he didn't care about a thing, about that perfect kiss (even if it only lasted half a second). It was always so hard to tell with him, decode what he was thinking, but I'm getting better at it. Like I can tell by the way he's glanced back three times that he just might want me to follow.

Quietly I hopped off the counter and followed him down the hall, making it there right as he stepped inside the elevator. Almost instantly his head went down and he began to look at his phone... So maybe I read that part wrong, about him wanting me to follow; didn't mean I was about to give up. "So do you really have a lot to do today?" I asked somewhat quietly. Still there was no response. I was about to sound so pathetically desperate, "Because I was thinking, if there was any chance-"

My words were cut off by his iPhone being put in front of my face. His phone was on his calendar for the day. Every appointment on it had "canceled" written right next to it. Which meant what I thought it meant, but I wasn't about to ask and sound like an idiot if I was wrong. You know that feeling of wanting to be right, yet knowing there was that huge possibility you were wrong. A good example would be raising your hand in class, confident with your answer, just to be completely wrong and you look like a fool in front of everyone. Cue wanting to crawl in a hole and disappear.

I couldn't have that type of mistake with Chuck. I'm trying too hard for him. Does that show? Here I go again. My mind needs to calm down. He's just a boy...

"I canceled them when you sent me back to my room like a five year old." Chuck chuckled a bit as he said it. Bet I'm one of the first girls in a long time that turned him on and then turned him down for anything more. His hand took mine, his thumb rubbing the top of my hand. I couldn't help but flash back to when I first met him, before he took me to the rooftop. "Clearly I have some work to do to prove myself."

Hearing that alone made me die inside. Prove himself. Chuck wanted to prove himself. Prove he's the guy from Grand Central. The guy who talked to me in the living room at 2am, admitting his fear of being alone. The guy who went behind his best friend's back to make me know the truth. Prove himself. Those were two words I wasn't prepared to hear come out his mouth.

Casually I took a glance back over at Dan who was still staring at the computer like a zombie. When I looked back at Chuck he wasted no time to pull me inside the elevator with him. So I wasted no time to kiss him; wrap my arms around his neck. After all, that was the number one thing on my mind from the second I woke up. Clearly it had been on his mind too, wasting no time with his hands going down my back.

I didn't want air, I didn't want to waste any time to breathe. All I wanted was to kiss him until those doors started to open, because that really was all the time we had. Which sucked ass, but it beat nothing. To be quite honest I'm not even sure what this was, all I knew was we both seemed to be enjoying the game of seeing how long we could go without stopping for emergency air. His hands seemed to be having fun exploring my body too.

That's when I heard the elevator ding. With like ninja reflexes I hit the "door close" button, just to steal another second. But after kissing him one last time, I pulled my body away; taking a deep breath to try and become stable again. It was terrible, this stupid smile wouldn't leave my face. I must of looked like a twelve year old girl. Kissing Chuck just does things to my body that I can't even begin to explain, in the best of ways...

Once again the doors began to open, so I took a step back. God forbid let someone in the lobby see us. It sucked knowing he would probably deny it to hell and back, and it sucked knowing I was pretty much okay with that. Don't get me wrong, I am loving making out with him and taking charge myself, but I am expecting no miracles. He is still Chuck Bass, despite what he says about just wanting to be Chuck. Keep my standards low so I won't be disappointed; if anything I could be pleasantly surprised.

But that's when I saw his fingers hit the close button (what did I just say about being pleasantly surprised?). When I looked up Chuck's eyes were still on me, a mischievous look on his face. "You don't have a single clue to what you're getting yourself into." He bluntly stated while looking me in the eyes, leaving me no room to question his words. Out of nowhere a slight laugh came out as he shrugged, "Quite frankly I'm not sure what I'm getting into either."

Was I really confusing to him? I guess that's a good thing, at least he doesn't think I'm easy. "So you'll admit that we're getting into something?" Maybe I was to eager to ask that, but I was eager to get an answer. Right now I feel like we're dipping our toes in the water, and for me it's about the right temperature to jump in.

The elevator felt quiet, the only thing you could hear was noise from the lobby, and that wasn't very loud to begin with. Practically it was dead quiet. Asking might have been a little to risky. Someone once told me: don't ask questions to answers you don't want to hear. This might have been a good time to imply that rule.

"I'll pick you up in my car around noon for lunch. Don't be late." Chuck let go of the button, taking a step towards me. My lips waited patiently as he looked at me, with this look of intent. As the doors began to open he gently removed a piece of hair of out of my face, pushing it behind my ear so cliché like. Just like that he exited, acting as if nothing happened at all.

So much was happening though, so very much. Especially everything within me. There were butterflies in my stomach. My heart was racing. My mind was blurred by vision of being up against him. I had this adrenaline to literally do anything if it would get his attention. My hands were shaking. Even my lips had a slight tremble, wishing his would have touched mine again.

Get your shit together, Jenny Humphrey. It's one guy. More less it's Chuck Bass. True he's said he's changed, and you've witnessed that. Don't give in yet. He still has a lot to prove. He still has a lot to do. Don't jump in.

But I can make no promises that I won't fall in.

*Line*

"The Problem"

I messed with my hair as I stared at my reflection in the elevator doors. Right about now I was a hot mess about seeing Chuck. The only upside to acting like such a mess, I was looking pretty hot doing so. Since I had no clue what lunch meant, I tried to be a good balance of hot yet innocent.

Pushed my wavy blond hair over my right shoulder, bangs swept off to the side of my face (except they kept trying to fall in front of my eye). My lips were painted with a dark tinted pink, adding shine to draw attention to them. An appropriately short, blue summer dress going above my knees. Nude colored wedges to add to the cute feeling of summer, yet it was still neutral so it didn't draw to much attention. To top it off: no tights at all. Usually they're my best friends with casual dresses, but this time I decided showing more was better with skin.

As I leaned in to get a closer look at how my eye shadow turned out the doors opened, making me almost fall forward. Luckily I caught myself and quickly regained my balance, stepping out pretending I didn't almost fall flat on my face. Normally I was quite graceful, trust me, and today is not the day to become a klutz.

Walking with a purpose I walked straight to the doors, not giving Vanya a chance to look me over or ask questions about where I was going (though he's done a pretty good job learning not to ask what we were up to). I pushed the door open as the hot summer air hit me, making chills go throughout my body. Going from air condition cold to getting hit with a sudden heat wave felt weird. Warm was fine as long as sweating didn't occur.

For a moment I just stood there, looking at all the cars on the street. Where were they going? Was someone waiting for them? Those questions haven't left my mind since I heard them. That was when Chuck's car pulled up in front of the building. Chuck was coming here, and I was waiting right outside for him.

Happily I took my time with each step towards his car. My eyes staring right at the black tinted windows, wondering if he was staring through them too. God I sound so pathetic. Constantly thinking about him like we were in some dramatic fairytale. It was real life. He was probably on his phone, texting one of the businessmen he canceled on earlier. That would be more like it.

Once I made it to the door I gave him no chance to open it, if he was even planning on opening it. When I opened the door it sure didn't look like he was rushing to open it. Actually he was on his phone: reality. So without saying hello or even saying a word I took a seat next time, shutting the car door quietly. There was only silence.

This, right here, was the definition of awkward silence. Sort of jokingly I said, "Thanks for getting the door." Crossing my fingers behind my back that would lighten up the mood. Whether it worked or not, I'm not sure, but it did get him to set down his phone.

"You're not a princess. You don't need someone opening doors for you." Chuck cleared his throat, finally looking at me. Right now I'm not even sure I want to be looked at by him; my face was probably going a bit pink from that verbal bitch slap.

Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms and sat up straight. Fine. If he wanted to play it that way, I'll play. "And you're not a prince." One of my bitchiest laughs yet slipped out without a thought. I have no problem playing the bitch, I had a lot of good years practicing that. Hell I was worse than Blair sometimes. I took out Erik, my brother and best friend, just because he was telling me I was going to far. Though I will admit it I was going a little power hungry/physco bitch at that point just to prove I could be that bitch.

Chuck glanced at me, looking over my body, pretty much looking me over to see what my body's posture was in the situation right now. A simple slouch or a shaking hand could give him the sign that I was taking offense to him (which I was but he couldn't know it). "Never told you I was." Was his only response before picking up his phone again.

Seriously? Did he seriously just say that? It was not like I was asking him to be one. Never once has it crossed my mind that he was a prince. No, Chuck was the Dark Knight. The bad boy every girl craved in their dreams but never imagined of actually getting. Though the Dark Knight was starting to become sweeter, you could even say softer, he still had his bad-boy side. That side I was not exactly in the mood for.

Keeping the silence going I got out of my seat and went and sat on the seat furthest away from him. I pulled my hair around my shoulder again, it had fallen out of place, and played with the ends trying to seem bored. Of course all I could really think about was what I could do to steal his attention. Alas, I looked over only to see him looking at his phone even more intensely. Right about now he was probably wishing he never canceled a single meeting.

Gently I pulled at my hair, hoping it would help stop a frown from forming. Focus on the pain of my hair instead of focusing on the disappointment of this... This... Date? I'm not even sure what to call it, but it wasn't going like I imagined in my head any of the hundred ways it did while I got ready this afternoon. My standards were set pretty low for him as it was. Trial and error I guess, and this was falling under error.

My fingers tapped on my bare knee as I admired all the people on the street we were passing by. There were some cute couples walking around, holding hands, smiling. Didn't exactly help me feel much better about my situation but it was nice to watch. Happiness like that still exists, it is very much out there, without a single doubt. Achieving it, now that is the real goal. It's something that if you want it, you have to work for it.

I'm probably being way over dramatic about this. I know I am. It's a blessing he sort of, kind of asked me out in the first place. All I needed to do was put my game face on, with a sweet smile, and put in an effort; for him and for me. Give him a reason to be looking at me.

When I looked back over to him, he no longer had his phone in his hands. Our eyes got in a lock as he made his way next to me. His index finger ran down the nape of my neck ever so slowly. Short blasts of chills went through me. Serena once told (obviously when we were still friends), that Blair told her that that was one of his weaknesses. It is one of those I heard from someone that someone else said, kind of things, but right now was living proof it probably was.

I adjusted my body to face him. His hand stayed on my shoulder; making me feel the warmth of his hand on me. It was surprisingly comforting, I really liked it. Breathing in slowly I gave him a small smile. In my head I was thinking over and over again what to say without sounding like an idiot. Almost giggling I spoke softly, "That really wasn't the best way to start." No shit, captain obvious.

Chuck barely nodded, "Better things can still happen though." With that he placed his hand on my bare leg and then ran his hand up. It was like he knew that was my kryptonite; instantly got my heart racing (as if the eye staring and his hand on my shoulder wasn't enough). And I could only imagine what he meant by those innocently played words.

Before I knew it I was biting my lip, and in that moment I realized this was about to turn into an exact replica of last night. But I don't want an exact replica. "I bet better things can." I laughed a little bit, straightening my back; trying to show I wasn't tempted. This would all just fall into a pattern, something that would happen every time. "Like maybe actually talking?"

"Words only get so far..." Chuck whispered out before leaning in and kissing me. Our lips barely touched before he kissed me again, leaning in more. Clearly words only could get us so far, but that wasn't going to stop his tongue from trying anything.

My brain was screaming at me to stop, that this wasn't smart. My brain was right and I knew it was, but that wasn't stopping me. Like a fool I just kissed him back... Ever so gently I put my hand on top of the hand he had on my leg. With that I took his hand and placed it on my other shoulder. Right now I just wanted to kiss him.

A few seconds later it was clear to see that wasn't what he had in mind. His surprisingly soft hands took the strap of my dress and began to pull it down. The innocence in my mind made me have the reflex to stop him. At first there wasn't any resistance from him; that didn't last long though. Once again he began to pull at it, but I couldn't let that happen. I pulled away like little Jenny Humphrey should have that night at the party.

I put my hands on his shoulder and pushed him away, shaking my head as all my thoughts tried to escape, yet they stayed inside yelling as if I actually knew what to do with what was being said. Barely I began to speak, in the weakest voice I've had in a long time, "No..." Was at first all I could mumble out, "This isn't right. This is not what today is suppose to be." My eyes were shut tight so I wouldn't have to see his charming, perfect, handsome face as I denied him once again.

"We can make today be anything." Chuck spoke with no hint of irritation in his voice. That was a surprise to me, I thought he would sound pissed off. His words still were trying to talk me into it, he just wasn't upset doing so. Probably because he believed he could talk me into it if he tried hard enough. "Stop worrying."

And with those words I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. Confident Jenny was gone. Right now it was, dare I say, Little J again. The girl who texted her brother to save her because she had no way of saying no. The girl who would've done anything to be liked. Except I was different this time; the number one goal in my mind was not to liked and I had the strength to walk away from this poisoned kiss. Maybe I actually want that kiss this time, but you know that feeling where everything just seems wrong? It was taking over every inch of me.

Calmly as I could I started to hit the tinted glass that separated us from the driver, "Stop the car." I could feel the car start to pull over to the sidewalk and a breath of relief escaped. Biting my lip, which probably was teasing him more, I looked him into those puppy dog eyes. "I can't do this." At least I couldn't do this now.

Without another words I leaned over to the door, not wasting a moment to open it. Those bare legs of mine I was going to try and use on him I was now using to leave him. Ironic how things work out, huh? Still I took a step outside to the bright world and my eyes began to squint to find my way back home. I took one step before hearing Chuck come out right after me.

"Where are you going?" He sighed out, daring to take a step closer to me. He was shaking his head, disappointed in what I was doing. Sorry for being a let down, Chuck, it really isn't anything personal... It's just me realizing what, well, this meant to me.

My lightly tinted pink lips curled into a small smile, giving him an innocent shrug. Here came another question I'm afraid to know the answer of, "What is this to you? Tell me honestly, I won't get mad." Mad at myself, yes; not at him. "I just need to know." Inside I wanted to whisper to him how much I had I was loving this new him, but I couldn't deal with old, ass hole Chuck again.

His eyes rolled at me, like he couldn't believe I was actually asking that question. Hadn't he realized by now? This was not some normal hookup between some girl he met a bar. Had he realized that? I'm not one of those girls. I won't be as easy as them. I'll speak up and I'll question him. Above the rest, my heart was a factor in the equation of getting my clothes off.

God I hate feelings right about now.

Chuck ran his fingers through his soft brown hair, running his fingers through his hair absentmindedly making me want him more. "What do you want me to say?" He genuinely sounded confused. That was the best, worst answer to hear too. It meant he wanted to say the right thing, but had no clue to what was the 'right' thing. "I want you."

For a brief second my heart went into over drive, and then it stopped. I replayed how he said that in my head twenty times before deciding to respond. "You want me? Or you want to hook up with me?" There was a very thin line between the two. We both stopped talking, just looking at each other. The silence was a good answer. "Kiss me, right now. On the street." I stepped right in front of him, giving his eyes time to observe my body.

We were like mannequins, standing in the same poses as people walked by us; some glancing to see what was going on. Some looked like they waiting for us to start fighting and yelling, but no. We just stood there with more silence then before. That was our issue, we really suck at communicating now that hooking up came into the equation as well. Before, before I kissed him, I had never felt so comfortable talking to someone. Now he was back to being a jerk and I was back to being afraid.

I was looking into his eyes, seeing all the conflict of making a decision that they showed. His eyes seemed so open, the part of him that was always honest. It made me wonder if he knew I could see into him like that. I also wondered if he could see into me through my eyes. Was I an open book to him? Or was I one of those diaries with a lock and he couldn't the key?

Yet all there was was silence. Not a single word or movement from him. Come on Chuck, I know- I thought I knew- you're better than this. You don't even have to kiss me, just tell me you want me to stay. Something. A single word would be nice.

He was quiet, yet my eyes were drawn to his lips. They didn't even quiver or look like they were going to say anything any time soon. With a sigh I took a step back, "Sorry wasting your day, Chuck. I'll see you around." And with that I just turned around and began to walk away.

I'm probably being a drama queen, this is Chuck after all. It took him two years to tell Blair he loved her. How could I assume he'd admit he liked me (if he does) within a few days? But to be honest, it doesn't have much to do with him. I want to be around him whether we're talking about our emotional sides, laughing at the train station, dancing at his club, making out in the hallway, sitting awkwardly in his car, or standing in silence on the sidewalk... That's the problem.

In the very beginning I asked if it was possible to get your heartbroken by someone you didn't love, and I said I thought it was, because Chuck did break my heart and I sure as hell didn't love him. Maybe that was a sign. A warning sign perhaps? A sign that he does mean something? I'm not sure.

The world works in funny ways, my dad would always tell me that, and the funny thing was... I wanted to Chuck to work. I wanted him to work with me.

What the hell is going on with me...

*Line*

A/N: I know it's totally OC, but they tend to be, so if you don't like it... Sorry. I did work hard on it though. And I know it's very up and down with Jenny's feelings and what not, but that's suppose to be the point lol. Plus it sucks because I want Chuck/Jenny so bad already, but it would too OC I think? And I don't want to piss anyone off. So yeah, if you hate it, sorry. Next would should be more interesting come out sooner.