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Chapter Four

I lay on my bed just staring at the ceiling. It's white, bland and completely unattractive. It is beyond me why interior decorators think that just because the walls look pretty and the furniture is good and the décor is superb they can just skip out on the ceiling. The ceiling is usually the first thing you wake up to the last thing you see before going to sleep. My ceiling is going to be painted like the sky.

I roll over and check my phone and realize that's its almost five. Tonight is formal night for dinner. A groan escapes my lips at the thought of eating dinner with those antagonizing people I call my parents. I don't even know why I should go. After all, I got into the worst public fight of the century. Well, maybe not of the century but pretty darn close.

I close my eyes thinking about whether I'm going to go to dinner with them or not. Of course I don't want to, but wanting never really played a huge part of my life. I want a lot of things, a lot of things I can't have. It's funny having all the money in the world and having any material item at the snap of your finger but yet never truly having the things you need. Like the need to be loved, respected and things of that sort.

Unfortunately, I don't have much of a choice concerning dinner. This is one the most important evenings of the entire trip and people who my parents know will be eating with us. To simply not show up and stay hidden away in my room would be a major embarrassment to my family. I couldn't just not show up.

My doorbell rings and I grudgingly get up to answer it. As I open the door, I immediately regret I opened it in the first place. Standing in front of me is none other than the infamous Chuck.

I let out a sigh of frustration and clutch the door knob looking at his disheveled self.

"What makes you think I want you here?" I say icily.

"When you realize that you don't have anyone else." He says quietly.

At first his comments start to anger me. What makes him think he can just come in here and say something like this? I just glare back at him before slamming the door in his face.

"Well, is that a good enough answer for you?" I say sharply.

I walk back to my vanity table to start getting ready for tonight assuming he's left. Then I hear the doorknob turning. Great, I should have locked the stupid door. The sound of his shuffling footsteps does absolutely nothing for my already building irritation. Immediately, I see his reflection in my mirror as he stands behind my sitting form.

"Look, I know I don't know you. But I get it." He claims looking straight into my eyes. "I get what it's like having every single aspect of your life controlled. My hands are constantly tied behind my back. I know what it feels like to be imprisoned, and having no way out. My parents and I, well we have those same fights you just had all the time. So, maybe you don't want my help or even need it. But isn't nice just knowing that you're not alone in this?" He finishes softly.

I peer into the eyes of his reflection radiating from the mirror noticing just how green they are. There's an innocence there and maybe he's telling the truth. I don't have anybody. Not even Serena understands the meaning of wanting your freedom. She has no fights with her parents, she's like a robot. Somewhere along growing up, she lost her spirit.

Is that what is to become of me? That eventually the wear and tear of this lifestyle would exhaust me. That I would lose the will to fight? I am seeing the end already. That is what becomes of everyone in my world who grows up.

Well I'm not ready to grow up, not yet anyways.

I take a deep breath and look deeper into his eyes. Maybe he could help, at least help me forget what I'll be coming home to in two weeks. After all, what do I have to lose? There's nothing wrong with a little distraction. Some distractions are good especially if they keep you sane.

His hands creep up till they are resting on the back of my chair, his eyes waiting for my response.

"Alright." I say quietly, almost a whisper. "But no back story, no who we were before getting on this ship, and who we'll be when getting off. No last names, no anything." I say as I stand up keeping one knee on the chair as I face him. "Just here, just now. Here and only now, nothing else." I finish staring straight into his eyes.

He looks at me with almost a sadness in his eyes and I know, I know whatever it is that I'm going through he's battling the same war as well. For once I've met someone who understands, someone who sees the truth.

"Got it. Only in the moment." He whispers back to me.

His eyes linger over my face momentarily and we just stand in silence, not quite sure what to do or say next. His mouth then twitches and the life comes back to his green eyes as a smile forms on his lips.

"Come to dinner with me. Seeing as neither one of us can stand our families at the moment, let's just eat without them." He says with a twinkle in eye.

I just stare at him incredulously. To not eat with the family? Has he gone insane! My mother would kill me! I mean kill me then bring me back to life to do it all over again. My expression apparently speaks for me as I see him roll his eyes.

"Oh come on! Do you honestly think you could get through dinner without fighting? I mean think of it this way, you know you'll fight with them and they'll probably be people very important to them sitting with you. That would embarrass the family more than simply sitting with someone else." He says matter of factly.

I stare at him before I start to chuckle. That's a brilliant idea! Just the excuse I've been searching for all day! My chuckles turn into laughter and soon enough he's laughing right along with me.

"Okay, I have to give you credit on that genius brain of yours!" I say while giggling. "Very true! Wouldn't want to embarrass the family, why we're only thinking of their welfare! It would be selfish for us to show up!" I say business like.

"Exactly my point princess." He says.

"Call me princess and I won't hesitate to use my Prada bag on you. Trust me; she's worse than Miss Gucci." I say with a smirk.

He laughs at me and I try everything within myself to not laugh back.

"Okay, I'll try. Hint the word try! I'll try to remember that." He says.

"Good, because Prada would do some serious damage to your self-esteem." I say with a smile.

He just returns my smile and I am now noticing just how charming it is. The wonders you find in a person when you give them a chance.

"Well, I guess I'll come by here at six forty-five to get you." He says as he starts to exit the room.

I just nod and smile at him as I watch him leave and close the door behind him. I bite my lip in delight because I feel like I'm doing something rebellious. Most teenagers drink and party when rebelling; well I just refuse dinner with them. The thought made me giggle and I ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

For once in my life, I actually truly care about my appearance. I'm not sure why I want to impress him, not even an hour ago I wanted nothing more than to throw him overboard. I guess it has anything to do with that little speech.

I ran from him and he came after me. Never in my life has anyone ever chased me before. He had no reason coming here to tell me he understands no reason at all and yet he did. For some odd reason he thought I was worth it. Maybe I was always worth it, but when relationships go down the drain you begin to think that you're the common denominator.

For the first time I felt that I deserved to be chased after, and it's a nice feeling.

I wash my hair quickly and wash my body then jump out. I want to take as much time as I need to perfect my hair and makeup, not wasting the time away in the shower. As I rummage through my closet thinking about what dress I want to wear, my fingers rest on one particular dress my mother recently bought for me.

Naturally, anything she buys for me I usually don't wear out of sheer spite; but there is just something different about this dress. I have never really looked at it before; my mother must have ordered our maid to pack it for me.

It is a Jean Paul Gaultier, 2007 spring original. The overall color is a light blue with a fitted bodice on top. Gold strands are woven through the bodice and the light blue material just flows downward, like water. It is absolutely beyond perfect.

I lay it out on my bed and quickly walk over to my vanity and start to work on my hair. I decided to wear it curls and pin the majority of up leaving a few pieces to cascade down my back. It's a very whimsical look. After I finish my hair I do my makeup and keep it very light not wanting to take away from the dress.

I look at my phone and it's already six thirty-eight. My stomach has butterflies and I'm not sure even why. It's not like this is a date, even though it feels like one.

I quickly grab a pair of gold, pumps on my feet and grab a gold shimmery clutch. I finally just sit on my bed waiting anxiously for him to arrive. I think of what my parents are going to say. As the thought crosses through my brain, it suddenly dawns on me that I haven't told them that I won't be joining them for dinner.

I call for service and almost immediately someone arrives at my door. I write a quick not telling my parents that I am gently declining going to dinner with them. I give the note to the man and he goes on his marry way. As soon as I shut the door and retreat back to my bed, there's a knock at the door.

A smile creeps up to my face as I gracefully walk over to the door and open it. His eyes go a bit wide at my appearance but he quickly regains his composure and smiles charmingly at me.

"You look absolutely beautiful, Blair." He says sweetly.

I smile at his comment somewhat innocently. He didn't look to bad himself, with that Prada tux he is sporting.

"Thank-you." I say warmly. "Guess you look okay." I say sarcastically.

He immediately laughs really hard, and I notice this time his laughter reaches his eyes. Those incredible green eyes.

Good grief! I really need to get a hold of myself!

"Should've figured you would say something like that." He says. "Are you ready?" He finishes.

My eyes linger on him for a second taking him in.

"Yes." I say simply.

We walk down the hallway chatting about nothing really. He goes on about how Grecian my gown looks and how it fits my overdramatic personality. I casually say that there isn't a piece of clothing out there to describe his.

We reach the restaurant and he says he has to take care of something really quickly. I stand there looking around just waiting for him to return. My mind wonders about how this night is going to go. Maybe this could work. Maybe I can feel happy, even if it's fleeting.

"Blair Waldorf! How dare you humiliate us like this!" An all too familiar voice echoes.

My body stiffens at her voice and I slowly turn around to face her.

"Mother, I am eating dinner with someone else. Right now I don't think it would be wise for us to eat together in front of guests." I say civilly.

Her nostrils flare and she steps forward towards me threateningly.

"This is one the most important evenings of this whole entire trip! Some of your father's co workers will be joining us. Eating with us is not a choice, you will join us." She says sharply.

My anger boils but resolve is starting to weaken. As much as I hate admitting it, she's right. My father's coworkers will be there and they will expect to see me. Just as I am about to give in, I notice my mother's expression change from angry to smug.

Immediately my resolve comes back. For once I'm going to enjoy this time to myself. They'll be plenty of nights where I am nothing more than her trophy daughter, but tonight won't be one of them.

"No. I am going to continue with my plans and you're just going to have to deal with it later." I say in a clip tone.

I then turn to the hostess standing there who is trying to pretend she didn't hear this conversation.

"You know the man who was previously standing here?" I ask.

She just nods in response.

"Good, can you take me to our table?" I ask.

"Of course miss." She replies shakily.

I turn to follow her when a hand grabs my arm.

"Young lady you can't just tell me you're not coming. Have you forgotten who's in charge, Darling." She spits out.

I glare icily to her and wrench my arm out of her hold.

"No, I haven't but I'm doing this and I'm done talking about it." I say harshly. "Don't follow me." I say threateningly before stalking after the hostess.

She leads me through the restaurant and takes me out a side door that leads to a private deck. The whole outside is decorated in twinkling lights and there are tables for two spaced about the floor giving each some privacy. It's absolutely beautiful. There are white flowers everywhere and live music playing.

She leads me a secluded table by the railing. The view to the ocean is literally right beside me.

I breathe in and out slowly taking the scenery in. I have been in many beautiful places, but this is something entirely different. This is enchanting.

As I look out to the ocean seeing the reflection of the stars twinkling on the water, I hear a sound in front of me. I quickly look forward and see him sit in front of me.

"Took you long enough." I say with mock anger.

He chuckles slightly.

"Family problems." He answers with a small frown.

"Oh well me too. Thankfully I barely got out alive." I say with a smile.

"It's a wonder these haven't killed us yet." He responds with a small laugh.

"No, but they surely will be the end of us!" I say smiling.

He laughs some more and the conversation quickly goes to playful flirtatious banter, and I swear I have never laughed so much in my life! At one point he calls me princess and I swiftly kicked him softly in the shin reminding him of his now upcoming meeting with Miss Prada. He quickly tells me he can handle anything Miss Prada has in store for him and that he's rather excited about their little 'chat.'

Finally we order and the food is absolutely divine. He tries to impress me with his very bad interpretation of the French language.

"Well you should know that I was rather excited when you practically fell on top of me." He says mischievously.

"As I recall it was you, not I, that practically fell on top of me!" I retort playfully.

"No, I believe you are just in denial. That tends to happen when they don't want to admit they couldn't keep their hands off someone from the first time they met them." He says with a smirk.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I wanted nothing more than to murder you at the moment." I claim laughing slightly.

"I guess I should honest though, you caught me off guard by your superior attitude. And to think that I almost brushed you off." He says.

"Yes, that would've been most awful since you would have lost an amazing night with me." I reply.

"My loss you say?" He says smirking at me. "No, I believe it would have been your loss. Especially if had gone through murdering me." He finishes.

I just laugh and shake my head. We spend the rest of the time finishing eating, laughing and talking. It is like I have known him my whole life. Talking to him is as easy as breathing. I've never felt this happy in my life as in this moment right now.

"You done?" He asks.

"Yeah, it was absolutely delicious!" I say grinning.

His eyes twinkle some and he smiles lightly.

"Good, cause I have something I want to show you." He says.

I just look at him for a second before biting my lip in anticipation.

"Okay." I say as we both stand up.

He tells the waiter to put it on his tab and he then quickly takes my hand and leads to the main auditorium. We take the elevator to the very top floor. As we walk down a darkened hallway, he starts to get more excited.

"If you're leading me to a secluded area to kill me, well I'll murder you first." I say as he pulls me through the hallway.

He laughs loudly and squeezes my hand.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't do that. Well not now anyways." He finishes playfully.

We finally reach the end of the hallway and take a flight of stairs. We reach the top of the stairs and turns to face me still holding onto my hand.

"This is where I go when I want to escape. You know, from everything." He says sincerely.

For some reason I feel so lucky, lucky that he would want to show me his secret spot. That he would want to share that space with me. I smile warmly at him.

He opens the door and sight in front of me nearly takes my breath away.

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To answer the question about Blair's personality, first of all, I made the character and the she is based off someone I know. This is a story I'm currently writing that has nothing to do with GG but has some GG tendencies. I just needed people to tell me what they thought! Anyways, you will find her inner Blair in a little while, cause she is no innocent! I wanted to explore her mind and the struggles she has with being controlled by her family, and how she wants to live a life that is her own. Anyways, don't fear the inner bitch is coming very, very, soon!

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