I've been on vacation and planning my boyfriend's 21st, so I am awfully sorry I haven't updated as quickly. Wrote this pretty late and I decided to try out a new sense of style for this story, normally I put in more dialogue then anything. Tell me what you think, PLEASE REVIEW. And I'm having a Black and White Party, any ideas on that, write those in too!

Gossip Girl; Soap opera's, Everyone knows the upper- east side is where they have the real drama.

"How was your day?" Blair asked Nate as she fiddled with a glittery pink pencil. Why did professors expect students to use pens for math problems. Pencils were made for math unless you're a genius, then again pencils were also made for those that can draw and sketch and they were geniuses.

Nate looked up from a paper he was writing. "Pretty good, yours?"

She shrugged in response. Her day was like any other day for the last few months had been, boring, carefree, and stress free. Even though she was having some minor issues with some classes Nate was always around to help and fix that for her. Seeing Serena happy in a stable relationship didn't make her jealous at all, although sometimes it did annoy her that she barely ever hung out with her anymore. Blair couldn't blame her, she understood Serena. At one point Chuck was her whole life and seeing how pathetic and stressed out that made Serena reminded her that being single wasn't that awful. Except for the fact she loved Chuck and missed him a lot, not like she used to, but he would forever own her heart.

The next serious relationship she would get into she wouldn't put that person before herself, and she would try and be the very best person she could be. And even now she felt like a good person, not scheming so much or trying to plan and sabotage anyone at the moment. She didn't need to, her reputation was set in stone and nobody yet dared to cross Blair Waldorf.

"Interesting," Nate joked back in response. Blair's mind was elsewhere, and hopefully not on Chuck. She seemed to be doing fine lately, almost becoming a different person. Blair, but a much older more mature version of herself. For a moment as he watched her fiddle with her pencil something stirred inside of him, a familiar and old feeling.

A couple blocks away across Central Park, Paradise was looking a little troubled.

"What is this Charles?" Angeliza demanded of her husband. She was feeling sickly, almost nauseous. Who was this person trying to play head games with her? Of course she knew the man she married wasn't a saint in his past and he had confessed to her all of his deepest darkest secrets and most horrible deeds. But seeing it be put out like this? Was ..embarrassing… there was no other word for it. It made their marriage look like a complete joke.

Chuck had looked up expectantly. When he had come home she had not said a word, as if working up the courage to confront him, and during dinner she had acted oddly. They both now sat in their large living room across their widescreen LCD flat panel Tv, above their custom fire place. He had been staring at the gas flames, waiting patiently, and almost afraid.

"I have no idea Angie. I promise I'll take care of it." That was all he could manage to say as he looked up at her Iphone and watched the video of Vanessa and him completely naked. They had made it back then in an attempt to try and make Nate and Blair jealous, the silly games they all played. His father had said to him once to be careful what you did in the past because it would come back to haunt you in the future. He had obviously not payed any attention, living in the present and not thinking that the present could ever become the past.

She didn't say anything, just stood up and looked away from him.

"I'm going to go figure out exactly who is doing this later on tonight, and these blasts will all end." He told her. Chuck really didn't want to go see Blair, seeing her would be strange. And confronting her even worse. It just had to be her, who else could it be? This little plot was conceived to make his marriage look foolish, or even worse try and break it up.

Tears streamed down her beautiful face. "I'm sorry," she whispered before passing out on their living room floor.

No this couldn't be! Chuck yelled in his head as he picked Angeliza up and laid her on the sofa.

He shook completely as he dialed for an ambulance.

Two hours later he sat patiently in the waiting room as Nate and Blair rushed in. Chuck got up and went up to Blair. He was angry, and needed someone to blame. Who better then she? He didn't care if it was selfish. Besides she was minimally at fault, her and her blasts.

"We need to talk," he growled.

Blair flinched as confusion, fear, and excitement flickered across her face.

Stay tuned! X0X0