Chapter Sixteen: No Rain
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For everyone who reviewed saying that they wish there had been some Misty in the past chapter, there's some of her in here. Honestly, I love her. It'd be great if she showed up on the show acting like the way I write her to.
"It's called being irresponsible, Charles."
"Yes, mother, I know what that means. Do you know what the word 'hypocrite' means, because I think it applies to you right now," Chuck muttered, pressing the heels of his palms in to his eyes. It was far easier to listen to his mother bitching while he watched all of the colours swirling around in his mind.
"Don't be so rude," Bart snapped at his son. Rude? Rude wasn't sticking up for yourself; rude was looking at your cell phone while the doctor described your son's condition- a crime that Bart was guilty of.
"You should've run it by Nathaniel first. You betrayed his trust. No wonder you're in a hospital bed right now," Misty said as she paced the room, her heels making irritable clicking noises against the floor.
Chuck scoffed, rolling his eyes (which just made the colours swirl more). "I betrayed his trust? Did you not betray Dad's trust when you fucked that God damn pool boy? If I wanted a lecture about responsibility, I'd want it from someone I actually respected, you stupid fucking bitch."
"Don't you dare talk to your mother that way!" Bart immediately protested. Even though Chuck couldn't see him, he didn't doubt that he was preoccupied and just barking out the responses that Misty had programmed him to use many years ago when they were married.
"You're not even with her anymore! Why the fuck do you let her whip you? It's pathetic," he said, the disgust in his father's behavior evident in his tone of voice.
"Charles, my relationship with your father is none of your business," Misty insisted, and for a moment Chuck couldn't hear her walking anymore, just her impatient toe-tapping next to his bed.
"Right, and you know a lot about staying out of other people's business, Virgin Mary."
"I'm not saying that I'm without faults."
"With good reason. You've had so much plastic surgery to make up for the fact that your personality is shit. I get it. If your boobs are huge, maybe the twenty-three year olds you try to fuck won't care that there's no heart underneath the fucking basketballs in your chest."
He was rewarded a hard slap on the cheek, despite all of the bandages he had on. He wished he could comment on how mature it was for Misty to rely on abusing him, but it wasn't really abusing when the child was actually seventeen years old and had been slapped so many times before that it barely hurt anymore.
"You can leave. It's relatives-only visiting time, and as far as I'm concerned, you're not my mother anymore. You're just a cold bitch that I wish was dead," he said, dead serious about the words he was using. He was tired of her bossing him around, judging him and acting like she was high and mighty.
When Chuck opened his eyes ten minutes later, not only was his mother gone, but so was his father.
It was weeks before he went to school again. His face was a mess, and he refused for anyone but Blair and the room service to see him. He was confined to his suite, watching daily soap operas, cheesy movies and the occasional porn. Blair suggested that he try excercising videos so he could get excercise and have something to do at the same time, to which he responded that he'd rather slit his throat. Besides, whenever Blair came over, they got plenty of excercise together. Sex burned a lot of calories, or so he read in a magazine that she had dropped off for him.
His music collection had grown immensely, as did his wardrobe. Until the unfortunate fight, he had never truely valued online shopping. Now, he was considering worshipping his internet for all of the joys it brought him. Who knew you could do so many things with one laptop and a wallet full of credit cards.
Blair wasn't as content with her boyfriend not leaving his suite for weeks, though. At school, she had no one. Her label was 'The Slut' instead of 'All-Mighty Queen B'. The only people who ever spoke to her were horny teenaged boys (a.k.a Chuck's friends). The girls would just look at her and either shake their heads, or start giggling to their friends. The fight with Serena hadn't yet blown over, making it even more frustrating for Blair.
But today, Chuck was going back to school with a fully healed nose. He'd be there to hang out with Blair, kiss her to make the other girls jealous and then hold up his fist to the guys who tried to approach her. All would be good in the world again.
"Are you excited to be going back to school?" Blair asked, absent-mindedly fiddling with Chuck's scarf as they sat next to each other in the back of his limo.
"School and excited do not work together in the same sentence," he breathed in to her ear, tightening his arm around her shoulders.
"How about making out and courtyard?" she asked as a small giggle escaped her lips.
"Oh, those definitely go together. As does fingering and abandoned classroom," he teased.
She punched him hard in the shoulder. "Shut up. You're such a pervert."
"Stating the obvious, don't you think?"
In between classes, Chuck had the strange feeling that people were watching him, even more so than usual. He didn't get death glares like Blair did, but instead the girls smiled at him and subtley fixed their bras in an attempt to make him notice. One girl who didn't smile at him was Jenny Humphrey, the little freshman from Brooklyn. One of her friends (Chuck assumed that she had taken over Blair's role) elbowed her and muttered something that made Jenny frown before flashing a fake smile in his direction.
Chuck literally laughed out loud and then for his own enjoyment he winked at her to watch her squirm. Little J's brother noticed this and then Chuck got his first death glare of the day. Dan walked up to him, his hands stuffed in to his pockets and an angry look on his face.
"It's bad enough that you screwed with my girlfriend's best friend, but now you have to violate my sister? Again? What's wrong with you?" Dan asked, shoving Chuck hard up against the wall.
"Calm down, Humphrey. Your sister started it, and I have no intention of doing anything. Jesus, have you heard of pot? You need some," Chuck sighed, not bothering to fight back. It was useless, since he was released anyways.
"Just incase it wasn't clear before, you better stay away from her," he said.
"Yes, I know. She's too much of a virgin, and it's only amusing when they come to me, so no worries. But shit, man, you really need anger management," Chuck laughed.
"What're you doing here, Cabbage Patch?" asked Blair, who had just approached the two of them after noticing they were exchanging words. Normally, Chuck would just pass him by and make comments to friends on how awful it was for the school to let poor people in who shopped at thrift stores.
"He was just leaving," Chuck told her, before leaning down to kiss her.
This caused Dan to leave, feeling disgusted by the public display of affection. Apparently, it was okay for him to kiss Serena all the time, but watching Chuck Bass and his girlfriend was just too much.
"Miss me?" Chuck asked after they finished their kiss, which all of the single guys around them had been watching in envy.
"More than you'd think," she answered. "Nobody will talk to me anymore. They think that I'm some sort of a slut." Her voice was trembling, showing how upset it made her.
"Well, you're not. You should know better than to let it get to you. They were just waiting for something to happen so they could try and be the queen for once, but they're not. They're just jealous, Blair," he assured her. "Come on. Let's skip the rest of our classes and we can go out."
"Skip? Chuck, this is your first day back at school, you can't skip," she said, in awe that he would even think of doing that.
"I hate school anyways, and the teachers don't miss me. Are you seriously rejecting a couple of hours of shopping then dinner?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She chewed down on her lip, hating how well he knew her. There was no way in hell that she'd be able to give up shopping, especially when she had someone to carry things for her.
"You're going to get me in trouble one of these days, Bass," she complained, before letting him take her hand and walk off of the school grounds.
SPOTTED: B and C skipping out of school early. Do those two never learn their lesson? It won't be long before all of this rule breaking comes back to bite them in the ass.