Chapter 3

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That bitch. Why is she constantly tricking me into doing this sort of thing? Confessing my feelings and shit seems to have become a part of my daily routine around her. Chuck stalled for a few minutes, attempting to discern whether or not he should tell Blair the truth.

"Well, I, uh…" he started. Stop with the stuttering, you moron! You sound like an idiot! Chuck really hated telling the truth, and hated it even more so when he had to come clean to Blair. The damn butterflies always started fluttering, and he felt like he was going to vomit.

"I don't have all day, Chuck. Spit it out," Blair pressed on with an annoyed expression displayed across her face.

"Well, the Brooklyn barista just came to me with an offer at the right time and place, and as you saw, I accepted." Chuck smirked, leaning closer to Blair in the cramped space of the hallway closet.

"Bullshit," Blair replied, pushing him away. "If I don't hear the truth come out of that revolting mouth of yours in the next five seconds, I am out of here Bass. Got it?"

"Fine—Punky Brewster got jealous of you and Nate getting back together, and came to me wanting to make him jealous. I guess that your reaction, sweetheart, was just a bonus. I should have gotten doubly rewarded." His grin grew as Blair lunged for the door fuming with rage.

Fearing that he may never receive another chance to explain himself, Chuck immediately took hold of her wrists to ensure a failed departure. Fortunately for him, Chuck's size overpowered Blair's rampage.

"Okay, okay. Vanessa approached me with this deal, and I wanted to make you jealous. Then the 'I'm Chuck Bass' part of my brain superseded my better judgment and I slept with her. End of story. Happy?" Chuck spat out, and felt Blair's efforts to wiggle out of his firm grasp weaken.

"Not in the least bit actually, but for now it will do."

Then Blair reached her hand behind Chuck's neck, slowly inching her fingers along the collar of his shirt, and began tracing circles in his hair. As soon as she felt him shiver under her touch, Blair edged in closer to him, so that their bodies were pressed flush against each other, leaning against a shelf of cleaning products.

Blair leaned in to whisper into his ear, "So you were trying to make me jealous?" and made sure to lightly bite his earlobe before turning to face him again.

Chuck was caught completely off-guard, but at the same time was completely turned on. He loved the vixen he brought out in her—the side of Blair that no one, not even Nate, had seen apart from himself.

"So let me get this straight," Chuck backed away from Blair, but allowed her to keep her hands in place. "You're pissed because I slept with Vanessa, but because I slept with her to make you jealous, that overrides it?"

Blair simply nodded. "The alcohol currently present in my system seems to justify it I guess. You will never hear the end of this though, Bass. I hope you realize that."

"I really am sorry," Chuck stated sheepishly. "She was nothing compared to you, if that means anything."

Blair pulled his lips to hers, throwing her other arm around his neck and wrapping her legs around his hips. The kiss kept gaining momentum until Blair's phone beeped from her clutch, and they both broke away panting.

"I should get back…Nate's probably looking for me by now," Blair voiced awkwardly and reached for the door handle yet again, only to be deterred another time by Chuck.

"Call me later," He whispered into her ear. "Maybe we can figure something out. We both know how much you enjoy sneaking around behind Nathaniel's back."

"I don't know, it all depends on where everything stands after tonight," Blair replied nonchalantly, knowing her sheer indifference would bother Chuck. "We'll see," She winked as she exited the closet.

Chuck let out a silent chuckle after Blair snuck out of the closet. Knowing Blair, "we'll see" meant that he might actually have a chance. At least it was eons better than a flat out no.

Gossip Girl Blast #376

Hey Upper East Siders. Gossip Girl here again, reporting on S's failed attempt at Little J's Sweet Sixteen.

Who knows where B and C snuck off to? How difficult is it to keep track of these two? Seemingly impossible judging by the lack of tips being sent in regarding this manner.

As always, let me know as soon as you witness—or even just hear about—something juicy.

You know you love me.

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