Chapter 4: Jenny Humphrey

By the time the period came to an end we all gathered back in the main conference room where we, about an hour previous to now, got our instructions for the day. "Hello there, welcome back children" Mr. Jureaux greeted us into the big room. Almost everyone sighed. Not even Nate and Serena were happy, even though I expected them to be. "You all got one more thing to do before you can to your next class where you will receive another assignment," the teacher paused to look at us, "you all will now describe your partners in one or two words but no more." Wait! I had to describe Chuck Bass in one word? How on earth do you do that?

"Miss Waldorf?" Mr. Jureaux ordered Blair to speak. She replied "Uhm… smart" and as she said it she smiled a bit. Did Blair Waldorf really just smile?

"Mr. Humphrey?" he then asked my brother. He also replied "Well, uhm… what about… faithful?" Our teacher looked surprised, but nodded in agreement; "Very good Mr. Humphrey" He then looked over at Kati.

When everyone apart from me and Serena had answered, the bell rang. "Please Miss Van der Woodsen…" he gestured for Serena to describe Nate. She smiled her enchanting smile and spoke "In love…" Nate looked up and Serena kinked her eyebrow. So he really was in love with Vanessa heh? "Good for him" I said under my breath, Chuck –who was sitting next to me- laughed. I couldn't help but sound sarcastic. I still felt something for Nate, even though I couldn't. He wasn't mine anymore, we weren't together now but yet every night a part of me hoped that I would hear a knock on the door and that if I opened it he'd be there and that no words would be needed and that just in that moment we'd be together.

I was awakened from my picturesque daydream by the calling of my name; "Miss Humphrey?" I didn't know what to answer. To describe Chuck Bass in one or two words was a hell of challenge. I was planning to answer 'Chuck Bass' but then it hit me; he wasn't just Chuck Bass, he was Charles Bartholomew Bass. Son of Bart Bass and the current owner of Bass Industries. "I find Chuck Bass worthy; worthy of everything in life. Worthy of the things that he desires, whatever they may be so the one word that I describe him with is; worthy" is what I eventually said and I'm sure that it described him perfectly. He looked up at me and smiled. Had Chuck Bass just smiled at me? It gave me a nice feeling; I had done a good deed today and so I smiled back.

"Alright, get to the courtyard!" Mr. Jureaux yelled at us; making all the students move.

By the time Chuck and I arrived at the courtyard Mrs. Queller was already dividing everyone into teams all over again. "Oh, Mr. Bass and Miss Humphrey, glad you could grace us with your presence" she said sarcastically. Gesturing towards the fact that we were incredibly late. I whispered to Chuck "See I know you shouldn't have gone home first" his voice dropped an octave but in the end went up all the same "What are you talking about? You seriously didn't think I'd wear my Loro Piana to play soccer in the Park did you?" we fidgeted on for a while but eventually I caved.

Mrs. Queller lead the way to the park and when we got there I still hadn't dare to ask her who exactly it was that I'd be teaming up with for the game. So instead I went to ask Dan. He had told me I got to be on teams with Serena and Nate. While he got Nelly Yuki and Nicolai, the Asstor. Yeah I'm pretty sure that's what they called him. To be honest, I'd rather be in teams with the Astor-boy rather than to have to be confronted with Nate for an entire hour.

I could hear Mr. Franklin, our gym teacher, yell "Alright, boys first, shirts and skins." And you could pretty much guess who had to be skins. For Nate that wasn't so much a problem, but for my partner – for all intents and purposes – it was. He ran up to Coach Franklin and started yelling; making up stupid excuses, he was quite close to use the "I'm allergic to the sun"-excuse from She's The Man but he stopped rambling as soon as the Coach yelled; "Shirt off, NOW!" And we all knew that when the Coach used the word 'now' you had to move and do as he says. Chuck walked towards me to hand over his shirt. "Seriously, if your face drops down even further, I'll have to dig a hole in the ground to accommodate it" I giggled. He didn't find it too funny, because he just turned around and ran toward Nate to give him a pat on the back as a sign of 'Let the games begin'.

To my surprise Chuck knew his way around the ball. He did those weird tricks that Beckham makes look easy. Our team won the game by far. "Okay, one to zero for the red team" I kept staring at Nate in his handsome self. He smiled his impeccable smile that should be outlawed. His eyes sparkled as they caught the sun. How could I ever be so stupid to let him go? "Girls, you're up!" Hazel kinked her eyebrows at the Coach, who was -for 35- not bad looking, and made a remark "Shirts and skins?" He wasn't impressed by her over-willingness and declined; "No, red shirts/blue shirts" he said pointing his hands to the pile of female clothes next to the soccer balls. "Now team up!" he ordered while blowing his whistle.

As soon as I came to stand next to Serena she said to me how things were gonna go; "Look, Blair's going to play this hard, she always wants to win and this soccer game isn't going to be an exception. She's gonna be tough and ruthless" I nodded in an understanding way. "So, we're gonna take her down!" She yelled "SJ on three!", she paused, "One..., two…, three…" We screamed the air out of our lungs and blazed our highest tones "Es-Jaaaaaaaaaaaaay"

"Go Jenny!!" my brother yelled, but changed it to "Go Blair!!" as soon as The Queen shot him a dirty look of despise. I could see Chuck looking at me with a look that said plenty; 'Go kick kill!" And I did; Serena and I made one hell of a team. She passed and I scored. I passed and she scored.

Chuck came walking toward me with a smirk on his face; "We should celebrate Little J" but apparently he had spoken too loud because Mrs. Queller was right behind him. "And you will do so Mr. Bass by taking Miss Humphrey to your favourite restaurant without ordering a drink that would in any way be considered illegal" she winked at me because of my victory.

"Gather around students, you have now spent 2 complete hours with each other, and by that gotten to know each other in ways you never thought possible. Think of it as a field trip day you get to spend with your best friend, or your worst enemy… You are now allowed to leave school premises and go wherever you want. Be back by 1.30 at the School Auditorium where you shall be informed by Miss McAllister regarding further assignments"

Chuck had decided to go to Pastis for lunch. He wanted to change clothes and I needed to get a shower in between so we decided to meet each other there at 11.30. I got out of the shower at about 10.50 and was in complete shower-attire; towel on head included. I was on my way to the girl locker rooms to get my clothes. But to do so I had to pass the school hallway, I was sure I was going to be alone since everyone was out for lunch with their partner, but in fact I wasn't alone.

I crossed the hallway with my head completely cleared of all thoughts. I opened the door to the locker room but realized that I was in the wrong one, so I walked back out –back first- and then turned around.

I was now on the floor with him on top of me. His criminal icy eyes looking directly at me. Staring, gazing, suffering. I could see him suffering. Was I doing that to him? Did I make him suffer? As much as I wanted him to feel as hurt as I did when he left me there at the Snowflake Ball, I never wanted this. He felt hurt and I didn't want that. I thought I did but in all truth… I didn't. Our eyes clustered to the other person, our breaths leaving our bodies at the same time, our heartbeats running equal, our feelings… our feelings…our feelings the same. I felt guilty. And so I got up and apologized. "Sorry, I should've lo—" he interrupted me "No, no, I'm just glad you didn't get hurt" Oh, if only he knew. "Well, I'll be going" I said and I showed my back to him and started to walk off until he called my name. "No, Nate! You and Vanessa," I suppressed the tears dwelling up in my eyes, "you guys, you belong together" I swallowed and then walked off into the right locker room. When I entered the empty room I let my eyes burst. Tears flowing without restraints. After I had put on almost all of my clothes he suddenly was right there behind me. Holding me body in his masculine hands. He held me tightly and in all honestly I never wanted him to let go ever again. "I still think about you" he whispered into my ear. I could smell his scent and it made me grasp for air. My tears started to dry out. "Why is that?" I asked, snapping back out of it. Escaping from his grip. And as I put on my shirt he gently said; "Because you're hard to forget" and he twitched his lips a little and eyed at me as if he wanted to say something more. And for the first in a really long time; I felt whole again. I sighed and kissed him. He lifted me up to the locker and took off my shirt. His breath lingering every time he kissed me in another place. He stripped me off my pants and ran his hands over my legs as he put them around his waist. I felt his fingers dig into my thighs and I let out a soft moan. He kissed my collarbone and pressed me to the locker even harder. I started unbuttoning his shirt as he started to loosen the blouse I wore under my shirt. We turned around. I was now 'on top'. As I pushed my breasts onto his torso his pants effortlessly slid off. He was now in his brief boxers and I was in the Victoria Secret French Maid set Serena had gotten me for my 16th birthday. I stroked my long, black polished fingernails onto his abs and glad my fingers to the back of his head. I pulled it down to my neck and cleavage as he removed my bra. We turned around again. "Please, take me… And do it the way it should be" I demanded. This time he put his hands on my breasts as he kissed me on the mouth. Somehow in the next 3 seconds we both were completely naked. He dragged me across the locker room and into the hallway again. I was scared to get caught but kind of turned out by the risk as well. He took me into the showers and turned the water tab. The water was cold at first but heated up in a few seconds. There was steam almost everywhere and just as the water got almost too hot he went inside of me. I moaned very loudly of pleasure. He followed my lead. And then it got very silent. He looked into my eyes and said; "I love you". "I love you too" I replied. He started moving again, pushing me onto the glass of the shower. It was all steamed up. I put my hands on the glass and grasped for air again. My hair that had dried up since I last was in this room, was now wet again. Wet of the water, wet of the sweat, wet of a lot of things that you hair should never get wet of. He moaned again. I pulled him closer again and he let his hands slide to the my thighs. He grabbed me and kissed my left breast. I never wanted it to stop. We locked lips and I felt the need to tell him I loved him, again. "God, I love you so," I paused for another moan, "much, don't ever," I moaned once more, "leave me again". This time he moaned, "I won't" and I believed him. He, for the first time ever, spoke the truth.