Chapter Three: Cherry Bomb
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Chuck Bass rejected her. Chuck Bass! He didn't reject anyone other than extremely overweight or unfortunate looking women, and Blair was far from both of those categories. She had thrown herself at him, and he just... pushed her away. How did that make any sense? The Chuck that she knew would pull any woman up to his hotel room at the slight sign that they were interested him.
"Blair? What're you doing?" Nate asked, his eyes following his girlfriend's hands as she used a fork to stab at a piece of fruit.
She looked up from the cut up watermelon, offering a weak smile to Nate. Poor, oblivious Nate. At least he had bragging rights among the other guys, so it wasn't like he was in a completely awful relationship. And there was the sex. Even if Blair hated it and had to constantly fake, Nate appeared to enjoy it.
"Eating watermelon. Why? Is it making you nervous?" she asked him, bring the fruit up to her lips and taking a small bite from the corner of it.
"No... It's just... you've been acting weird," he said, eating a grape that was on his own plate. Their breakfasts were always fruit or just plain toast, and they would eat it in the Waldorf living room. It wasn't interesting, just awkward and painful because Blair didn't like talking.
"Weird? I've been far from weird. I'm just concerned," she shrugged, setting her fork down. She hardly had anything to eat, but she wasn't hungry. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out what she could do to make Chuck want her.
"Concerned about what?"
"Nothing. I just don't have anything to wear for the Christmas party, so I'm going shopping today," she lied, though it seemed like the truth since it did sound like a very Blair thing to be worried about.
"Well, get something that goes with the necklace I bought you last week," he told her, finishing up his fruit plate, still hungry since fruit just didn't satisfy her.
"No, I already know which necklace I'm wearing," Blair insisted, getting up from the couch and straightening out her white robe. "The one that I wore to the ball."
"Again? Don't you think that people will notice you wearing the same thing?" he asked, more upset than anything that she wouldn't be wearing the necklace that he had spent so much money on because he thought it would be special for her.
"It's a nice necklace, Nate. Everyone will be envious, not laughing that I'm wearing the same jewelry," she told him, before walking up the stairs to her bedroom.
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Chuck stared at the racks of dresses, unaware of how this new girl he had met only the night before had managed to take him shopping. Yes, she was gorgeous, but Chuck Bass never followed women around like a puppy dog and barked out generic comments like 'Oh, that's a nice dress' or 'You should get that one.' Maybe it had been the promise of dressing room sex that had made him come. Or maybe it was just that he had nothing else to do and listening to a girl criticize herself could be amusing.
"What about this one?" Tamara asked, stepping out of the dressing room in a red dress that clung to her slim yet strangely curvy body. It was short, showing off her long legs that were bare and even more sexy than they had been the night before when they had been wrapped around Chuck.
"Looks like it could be pulled off quickly enough," he shrugged, sliding his hands in to the pockets of his jacket and pulling out his phone.
"That's not what I'm looking for. Does it make me look good?" she asked him as she rested her hands on her hips and admired her own figure in the mirror.
"Well, I'd definitely tap that ass," he said, a smirk appearing on his face as he checked through his text messages. It seemed that Blair had actually listened to him, and stopped calling and sending texts. It was nice for Chuck to be able to sit down and not have to get up every five minutes to check who was calling him.
"And you will. Come on, Mr. Bass. You've been patient enough," she told him, taking his one hand and beginning to pull him in to the dressing room she had just been occupying.
It was just at that moment that Blair Waldorf appeared, a dress draped over her arm. She seemed determined, as if she was on a mission. At the sight of Chuck, a grin lit up her face before it faded when Tamara entered her line of vision as well. Chuck imitated the wink that Nate had used on him the night of the ball, also smirking at Blair as he entered the dressing room with Tamara and shut the door behind them.
Blair went in to the dressing room next to their's, trying on her dress as she listened to the happy couple next to her. Or were they even a couple? Chuck Bass didn't date anyone... Then again, why else would he be here with the stupid perfect-shaped slut?
"Oh, Chuck," Blair could hear the girl Chuck was with. Maybe the two of them weren't having sex, but Blair could tell that whatever they were doing, it was fun. That what the stupid girl's giggles were leading Blair to believe, at least.
She stayed in her dressing room, listening to them. The giggles turned in to moans and purrs, proving that they were now having sex. Not fair. That was supposed to be Blair with Chuck.
She stepped out of the dressing room when she heard that the two were done, and she moved over to some racks of dresses to check them out while she waited to see what happened next. Chuck and the skank came out, a grin plastered on the girl's face but Chuck appeared to have a bored look now, like he had no reason to be there anymore. She watched as the two of them exchanged words, and the girl moved away, leaving Chuck to stand there. Blair took this opportunity to walk over to him, holding one of the dresses that she thought would look fairly good on her.
"Found a new girl, huh?" she asked Chuck, biting down on her bottom lip.
"I've had sex with her. Nothing special. Except for those legs," he said, straightening out his jacket. The only reason he added the last part was to attempt to rub in the fact that he was now messing around with a girl who had amazing, mile-long legs. While Blair's legs were amazing too, Chuck had never pointed it out. Their sex was rather... wordless.
"Oh, right. I forgot that you only like women who could bend their legs behind their head," she joked, before holding up the dress she had picked out. "Come help me try this on. I need someone to do up the zipper for me," she whispered to him.
"Are you getting so desperate that you'll throw yourself at me in the middle of a store? Jesus, Blair, I thought you had some class. Here's the deal, I'm not sleeping with you unless you break up with Nate. If you do, I will gladly have sex with you, but until then, there's nothing happening between us," he explained to her, before seeing Tamara just a couple of feet away, waving at him to follow her. "I'll see you at the Christmas party. Maybe you'll get a present," he said, walking past Blair to follow Tamara now.