Chapter Five: No Booty Calls

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry that I haven't updated in a while, and that this chapter is a sort of short one (but with lots of fun, flirty conversation). Christmas was hectic, and I was too exhausted last night to even start writing a new chapter. But here's one, and hopefully there will be more along the way.
Oh, and just to let everyone know, the chapter names come from songs. Some of them are pretty good, even Radar, which is actually a Britney Spear song. This chapter's name comes from a song by Kelly from the infamous Shoes video. Hilarious. Anyways, here's the chapter. I just thought I should include some info, incase anyone was like "wtfthetitles".

It was insane how they were fighting over control. Blair was eager to have Chuck doing everything that she wanted him to, yet whenever she told him what to do, it seemed that it made him pull away even more. Damn reverse psychology, it always confused the hell out of her. It wasn't even that he just did the opposite of what she wanted him to do, it was that he turned down offers that Blair gave to do his favourite things. It would be logical for Blair just to give up and go with the flow, but it annoyed her that she couldn't get him to do what she wanted, and she wouldn't rest until her commands were obeyed.

She dialed his phone number, pressing the phone between her ear and elbow as she typed a couple of instant messages on her computer. Multitasking was easy once she discovered the best way to master the skill. The only people she was talking with were Kati and Nate, who was still away on vacation. In the past week that he'd been gone, Blair had hooked up with Chuck on six different occasions, and three of them had been on the same day (breakfast and sex, dinner and sex, midnight snack and sex). She could tell that he had other women on the side, because whenever she was leaving, there was a new girl making their way to his room or he was dialing a new number when she stepped out the door. If they were at Blair's place, he'd check his watch after sex and give a sleazy grin before announcing "Got to go. Other plans.".

It felt like an eternity before Chuck answered his cell phone. "You're going to waste all my minutes, Waldorf," he let out with a bored sigh. Saying a regular 'Hey, what's up?' was too plain for him. After all, he was Chuck Bass, and he was far from regular in quite a few departments.

"As if you couldn't afford to get more. Anyways, what took you so long to answer your phone?" she asked while she typed a quick 'brb' to Kati and Nate.

A short laugh was his first response, before he said, "Nothing. Just some prior engagements. I'd think that you would understand those."

Was he trying to be witty? Blair didn't appreciate it, not now. It was just too hard when she was trying to talk to him, and he was too busy cracking jokes that only his own twisted mind would understand. She sighed impatiently, getting up from her desk chair then lying down on her bed.

"Well, I suppose if you're busy then I shouldn't bother asking you to come over. Then again, I do know how much you like your sex, Bass," she commented, folding one arm beneath her head.

"My, my, is Blair Waldorf actually sinking to the level of booty calls? I never thought that I'd see the day. May I just comment on how proud I am that you're actually admitting to being horny? Welcome to the club, orgies are scheduled for Wednesday nights," he joked, the taunting smile that was without a doubt covering his face was evident in his voice.

"You're disgusting," she replied without hesitation. "And I'm not horny. How do you know that I'm not just inviting you over to help me pick out clothes to buy online?"

"Because I know you. From the way you were moaning last night, it would be impossible for you not to want more," he insisted, while the sound of a girl laughing in the background made Blair's blood boil. He was with another girl while he was talking to her? Well, now she knew that those prior engagements had been...

"Fine, Chuck. I'm not in the mood for you to make a fool of me. Are you coming over, or not?" she asked him, a hint of anger in her voice.

"No, I'm not coming over, but you're welcome to join me here. Twenty minutes, and I expect a hot outfit, not some shirt that hides any hint of boobs that you have. Maybe a short skirt, I'm thinking. And maybe just a jacket with a sexy bra. I don't know, you figure it out, but it better be good," he said, hanging up before Blair could even answer him, since he just assumed that she would take him up on the offer.