Chapter 6

The man was like a hurricane.

One that you always hear about from afar but never believe in a million years would actually come close enough to disrupt your life.

But then one day, the day you least expect it, that hurricane sneaks up on you and before you know it, your entire life is in shambles: your home is uprooted, you are separated from your loved ones, your morals are tested, your emotions are manipulated, and the line between what's right and what feels right becomes a jumbled mess mixed in with the debris which once represented your dream of a fairy-tale life.

Falling in love with a man like Chuck Bass could only be construed as a natural disaster because after the devastating reality of the situation has sunk in, it will morph into a full-blown obsession that will plague your every thought and action for the rest of your life.

And while part of you will always be in a state of denial about what has happened to you, a much quieter voice will remain in the back of your mind telling you what you reluctantly have known all along: that it was all inevitable.

As Blair stood humiliated and almost nude in the middle of the hot-tub, she realizes that she couldn't run from the hurricane anymore. Whether she liked it or not—Hurricane Chuck had already blown through her life and there was no going back.

Despite fighting the truth with every fiber of her being for nearly a year, she realized with perfect certainty that she loved Chuck after their reuniting kiss on the dance floor of the Van Der Bass Wedding. She toyed with the idea of how to tell him for that whole week they were together, before finally deciding to do it their first night together in Tuscany.

She missed him like crazy on the flight over without him and texted him constantly. When he didn't respond to her texts, she figured he must have been busy with his father or something was wrong with her phone service.

When she got to their hotel room, she immediately began setting up for their big romantic night she had planned—including dozens of candles, soft music, rose petals and the sexiest lingerie she bought just for him. She practically danced around the room the entire night waiting for him to magically walk in the door and their perfect night to commence—starting with her professing her love for him and ending with them making love until the sun came up.

But Chuck never came.

After about two hours of calling his phone nonstop and leaving hysterical voicemails asking if he was okay, her phone finally rang. But it wasn't from Chuck. It was from Gossip Girl:

Oh my, looks like summer love isn't all its crack up to be. Apparently, everyone's favorite power couple has already called it quits—I just received word that C sent B one a one-way trip to splitsville. Guess the honeymoon was over before it really began. Our condolences, B. –Xoxo GG

Blair felt all the air leave her lungs. It was a lie, obviously, that some jealous freshman made up for their own amusement. She was just terrified of what would happen when Chuck saw it—what would he think? He'd probably be furious and really concerned about contacting her to make sure she was okay.

Her phone rang again. She dove for it. This time, it was Serena.

"Serena?! Where is he?! Is Chuck okay?! Did you see the blast? Who would do something like that? Serena, answer me!" she demanded, border-line hysterical.

"I'm sorry B" she said in a quiet, sad voice.

"Don't be sorry, S, just tell me where my boyfriend is!" she said "He was supposed to be here hours ago!"

"He's not coming Blair, I'm sorry."

Blair's hand began to shake. Tears were already streaming down her face and she didn't know why. Everything was going to be fine. Chuck was on his way.

"What do you mean he's not coming, did he miss his flight?" she asked.

"I walked in on him in bed…with my mom's interior designer" Serena told her "This afternoon."

No no no no no no no no no no no

"No" Blair whispered "You saw wrong."

"I'm sorry Blair, I really thought he was serious this time. But it's over" she said.

"No! It's not over, it's not over. I don't care if he had sex with someone else, I still want him" Blair told her.

"B, you don't mean that."

"Yes I do! Oh god, I have to go" she told her, hanging up and making a run for the bathroom.

A half hour later, lying on the cold floor in her best lingerie with her mouth tasting like vomit and tears, Blair called him again.

"Chuck" she whispered "Please call me back. I know you're confused right now, but I promise everything will be fine. I just really need to hear your voice right now. I'm in a foreign country, all by myself, I'm so lonely and I…" she broke off with a sob "I miss you so much. I don't care, okay? I don't care about any of it, it doesn't matter anymore. We can start over, just please come for me. Please. I'll be waiting" she sniffled before ending the call.

But he never came.

She cried herself to sleep for the next four nights. On the fifth day, she called him again, one last time and left him a final message:

"Charles Bass, I curse the day you were born."

xoxoxoxoxoxox

Blair grabbed her discarded bikini top and refastened it with great haste. She exited the hot tub and wrapped a fluffy white towel around her body. She was furious that she allowed the past events from the summer to resurface in her mind as vivid as when it actually happened. She swore to never give Chuck one more tear, but here she was—wiping multiple traces of humiliation off of her face that poured out of her eyes on their own accord.

He made her weak and she hated him for it.

She stormed into the house all kinds of unsure about what she was planning on doing next. It was a toss-up between inviting James over and having loud-monkey sex with him in front of Chuck, or finding his beloved scarf and strangling the motherchucker to death with it.

As she walked through the house, she caught sight of him standing in the dark with his bare back to her. He was over by the wet-bar, refilling himself a scotch like the budding alcoholic he was becoming.

"You're such a coward it makes me sick to my stomach" she spat at him, her voice hoarse from crying.

She watched the muscles in his back clench together as he was clearly startled by her unannounced presence. But just as quickly as they tensed, they loosened once again.

He turned his head slightly, revealing his severe profile.

"You sure it's not just a relapse of your eating disorder?" he asked in a voice void of emotion.

Her eyes widened in horror. What kind of person could actually possess love for man capable of saying such cruel things without an ounce of regret?

"The only relapse I've had lately was one of judgment. I should have learned my lesson by now that the only thing you could ever give me is more misery" she said.

"Misery loves company, baby" he told her.

"Don't call me that" she snapped.

"Oh right, you only let your boyfriend call you that" he said as he gave himself a refill.

She felt her blood boil, despite her body tremoring as the AC hitting her damp skin.

"Speaking of which, I just texted James and he's on his way over to spend the night. I expect for you to not make a scene" she lied.

"If he so much as steps a foot in this house, I will beat the living shit out of him. If you need to get your rocks off so bad you've resorted to last minute booty calls, you can do so elsewhere" he threatened.

"I hate you, Chuck Bass. I hate you so much" she whispered before running upstairs.

"Join the club" he retorted before tipping his head back and draining another glass.

Xoxoxoxoxox

TBC. Um yeah, feel free to hate me right now…