Hey people, there's only going to be 1 or 2 more chapters for this story because I reallyyyy don't know what to write anymore and yeah...basically I'm getting bored of this story.
Haha...I think you guys can tell that I'm not really into this story anymore cause it's getting quite um...lame?? Heh. Sorry about that.
Oh, but the good news is that I have a cool new idea for a new GG story and I can't wait to start writing. It's going to be quite different from this one (some supernatural/fantasy stuff) but I hope you guys will read and enjoy it )
& maybe when I get some inspiration I might write a sequel to this story. MAYBE.
Oh well...enjoy reading this chapter & review please. (Even if you hated it!)
Only 3 more exams to go, then I can start on my new storyyyyy :)
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Chapter 29 – Wash away the sanity
"Seriously Chuck, you can go now. Your dad won't appreciate you being late," Blair practically had to shove him into the elevator.
"My dad doesn't really appreciate me at all so it won't make much of a difference. I might as well not go." Chuck had decided to take things into his own hands and had finally secured an "appointment" with his father. They had to do some serious talking about their screwed up father-son relationship.
"Do you not trust me, Bass?" Blair slowly asked.
Chuck glared at Ryan, "I don't trust HIM around you. Not after that fountain incident in the Hamptons." Blair smiled.
"Ryan's just going to stick around for a while beacause he doesn't want to run into his sister. He'll leave in like 10 minutes. Won't you?" Blair turned to face Ryan who was studying Eleanor's designs intently.
"Of course." Ryan shot Chuck a wide grin.
"Go!" Blair laughed at Chuck's somber expression and hit the button the close the elevator.
"Just out of interest...why are you helping me bring your twin down?" Blair sat next to Ryan. He smelled good. Like he had just stepped out of the shower. Blair tried not to think about him wearing only a towel. She didn't trust herself around him.
"Well...you're hot," Ryan said, his green eyes never leaving hers. Blair's mouth dropped open, "what?"
"Besides, you're Blair Waldorf. I wouldn't want to get on your bad side," he continued.
They were silent for a few moments, gazing into each other's eyes. Blair couldn't stop looking at his intoxicating green eyes. There were light flecks of gold in the mysterious green depths to which Blair was drawn to. In a moment of sheer impulse, Ryan ran his hands through her silky brown hair and brought his lips to hers. She knew this was wrong. In fact, part of her wanted to slap him but instead of pulling away, Blair found herself deepening the kiss. No Blair! You love Chuck! Blair suddenly pulled away.
"Ryan...I don't thin - " But Blair didn't get to finish her sentence because once again, his lips were on hers and she was unable to resist the taste of his mouth. He tasted faintly of vodka with a splash of lemonade. Like his eyes, it intoxicated her and she couldn't get enough.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Blair broke away and gasped in horror.
"Hmm? Why not?" Ryan murmured as he peppered her neck with kisses, making Blair's eyes roll back in her head. She closed her eyes so he couldn't see the effect he was having on her.
"You. Have. To. Stop," Blair moaned. She was now lying down with her back on the comfortable couch in her living room. Ryan was practically on her as she allowed him to kiss her.
"Miss Blair?" She heard Dorota's confused voice.
Both teenagers shot up, trying to regain their composure. Blair straightened her hair and pulled up the strap of her dress which had fallen off her shoulder.
"Yes, Dorota?" Blair asked calmly.
"Will your...friend be joining us for dinner?" Dorota asked looking pointedly at Ryan who was now wearing a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Not at all. He was just leaving," Blair stood up and smoothed out her dress. Grabbing him by the arm, she led him to the waiting elevator and got in with him. They remained silent as the elevator took them down.
Blair led him outside the building. "Not a word to ANYBODY about what just happened in my living room," Blair glared at Ryan who was still wearing that infuriating smirk on his face.
"Oh come on, you wanted it as much as I did," Ryan teased, snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him.
"Get off me, Ryan!" Blair pushed him away but not before she saw a girl wearing a brown trench coat snap a picture of them. "Ugh! Bitch!" Blair shouted in frustration. The girl giggled and quickly got into the sleek BMW that was parked a few metres away.
"Come on! That idiot is probably going to email that photo to Gossip Girl and ruin things between me and Chuck!" Blair pulled Ryan's arm and got into the Waldorf town car. "George! Follow that tiny BMW please," she instructed the driver.
Spotted: C and his cousins entering Blair's apartment. We all know when there's a Bass-Waldorf gathering at her apartment it means they're plotting something. Keep your fingers crossed and hope it isn't you! Nobody does sabotage better than team C/B.
"The car stopped here, Ms Waldorf," George informed them. "The young lady got into that building."
Ryan coolly exited the car and made his way into the building that the girl had just entered. Blair followed him in and they got into the elevator. "Why are you so calm?" Blair narrowed her eyes at him but he refused to respond.
"Welcome to the Ferguson residence!" Ryan smiled at her as she stepped into the penthouse.
"Whats going on?" Blair frowned. Suddenly, she spotted a brown coat lying on the sofa. She could have sworn it was the same one the girl who had photographed them had been wearing.
"Oh my gosh..." Blair said incredulously. Desiree Ferguson emerged from another room, clad in a Juicy Couture wool skirt with a flowing ivory tunic top. Blair sank into the leather sofa.
Desiree smiled st her sweetly and slid open her silver phone to show Blair the snapshot of her in Ryan's arms. "Does this look familiar, Blair?"
Blair felt like puking. How could I have fallen for this?! Ugh. She looked at Ryan who was still wearing that smug smile on his face. He had set her up!
"Okay, what do you want?" Blair sighed. She knew how to play the blackmail game well.
"Just back off. Don't even think about pulling a stunt at the DCFC show. And stop trying to ruin my life on the Upper East Side," Desiree said casually fiddling with the buttons on her phone. Blair bit her lip. The stupid bitch knows she's holding all the cards in this game! Desiree's penetrating gaze bored into her.
"Fine. I'll back off. But Chuck will NEVER see that picture. Ever."
Desiree nodded, "you can leave now."
Blair rolled her eyes. Didn't Desiree know SHE was the queen of the Upper East Side? She would not rest until she had brought down that bitch once and for all.
Now she just had to convince Chuck that their plan was lame and would be unsuccessful.
