Chapter Nine: She's So Sorry

"I wish that Charles could find a nice girl like Blair."

Chuck's gaze snapped up from his scotch which the waitress had been so hesitant to give him, and he glared at his mother. Yes, perhaps Chuck didn't know what things were right to say, but Misty was far worse than he was. She found a way to make everything her business, and always seemed to find it extremely offensive when someone would call her on her behaviour. No wonder Chuck grew up to act like he did now. With parents like his, it would be impossible for him to be considered good whatsoever.

"Mom, I don't need a nice girl," he pointed out, noticing that Eleanor was cringing a bit.

He didn't blame her. If he ever had a daughter (if being the key word there), he wouldn't want her to bring home a boyfriend who was like himself. That would be terrible, especially since Chuck would know what to expect from a boy like that. Drugs, alcohol, sex and major lack of commitment. Or, actually, a major lack of knowledge about what commitment meant. Just a couple of weeks prior to the drama with Blair, Chuck used to believe that commitment was just working out a schedule of when they could have sex.
Man, was he wrong about that.

"Well, Ms. Bass, I'm flattered," Blair ignored Chuck's previous comment. "I just don't think that Chuck would ever go for a good girl."

"He would if he found the right one. Like Serena van der Woodsen. It's such a shame that Bart is marrying her mother. Oh well, I'm not expecting that to last long," Misty said, taking a sip out of her glass.

Chuck couldn't help but smirk when he saw the look Blair gave upon hearing Serena's name. It was obvious to anyone who had a brain that as close as the two girls were, there were some jealousy issues that they needed to get over. However, jealousy issues were evident in most best friends' relationships. There was a point where Chuck had been envious of Nate, but that was a long time ago and there really was no reason for him to want anything that Nate had anymore.

It wasn't long before Misty discovered a way to turn the topic of the conversation to Jack Roth, who Eleanor was supposedly dating. Blair looked absolutely bored, yet also annoyed at subject. Chuck watched her with an amused grin, waiting for her to snap at him for it. The waitress walked past them, and he stopped her briefly to order some more scotch. He turned back to look at Blair, and was surprised to see her with her cell phone. After a moment, his own phone vibrated in his pocket for a second. He pulled it out, checking the text message that he recieved.

'Nate broke up w/ me' the message read. He rolled his eyes, and went to respond before recieving a second message that said, 'Why the fuck did u tell him'.

'Thought he should no what a lying bitch u r' he replied quickly.

'Its not ur place 2 tell him' she answered, glaring at him from across the table.

"Charles, stop texting. It's rude to do during dinner," Misty hissed at him.

'We'll talk l8r. my suite 11' he texted her back before sliding his phone in to pocket.

Right on time, Blair showed up at Chuck's suite. She knocked on the door, just as she had done earlier that day. Chuck opened the door after a few minutes, stepping aside so she could come inside. It had been hard for him to get rid of his mother, who just wanted to stay and talk with him. The conversations they had been having were revolving around Bart and Lily, and Misty was also irritating Chuck by constantly asking about who he had been seeing lately. Talking to your mom about your fuck buddies? Yeah, so not cool.

"I didn't tell Nate that it was me," he told Blair as he locked the door.

"But why would you tell him at all?" she asked. She placed her purse on the coffee table and then sat at the couch, wondering if he would join her or if he still wanted them to keep a distance.

There was a long pause while Chuck moved over to the bed and laid down on it, staring at the ceiling. "I felt betrayed," he confessed.

"All you wanted was sex. That's what I was giving you. I don't understand why you're so upset," she said, sitting so she could watch him.

"Because, Blair, you're my best friend's girlfriend. Or... you were. I didn't want to do to him what Serena did to you. It was bad enough that I took your virginity- I didn't want to have you literally cheat on him too."

"It's not the same as when he was with Serena, though," she argued.

"It's worse. Why are you trying to convince yourself that we weren't in the wrong?" He let out a frustrated sigh, closing his eyes and digging the heels of his palms in to them.

"I'm not saying that we were innocent. It was just... different, okay?" she said, the tone of her voice suggesting that she didn't want to talk about Nate and Serena anymore. "Why have you been such an ass lately? I thought you were changing."

"I was changing. Then you go and get back together with Nate. That was a real easy way for you to kill the butter-fucking-flies for me, Waldorf." Immediately after he said it, he cringed. That was one of the things that he didn't want to let slip to her.

"I killed the butterflies? By kissing Nate?" she asked him, trying to understand what he meant.

"No, by sleeping with him after you said that you two were only friends. You're such a fucking liar, do you know that? I fuck up once, and you run to him after promising that you wouldn't. Nate fucks up a million times to him, yet he still manages to be your dream guy. That doesn't make sense."

"He's not my dream guy. I don't have a dream guy. And I'm not a liar either! I never promised anything. You're the one who tried to ruin my ball."

"I tried to get Nate kicked out so you'd be with me, or else he'd find some way to sweep you off of your feet. Take the fucking hints, I wanted you to myself." Second slip of the night.

There was another pause, and Blair just stared at her feet. She never thought that Chuck Bass would be jealous. He wasn't the jealous type.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, getting up from the couch and moving over to the bed, where Chuck was still lying with his palms pressed in to his eyes.

"You're not," he snapped back. Before he could react, his hands were being pulled from his face and he could feel Blair climbing on top of him. After straddling his waist, she bent down and deeply kissed him.

"I really am sorry."