Disclaimer: I own nothing, I forgot to mention that earlier.
So, yet again a one-shoot turns multi-chaptered. I aim to please, and it's the perfect excuse not to write the next chapter on my other story that I am totally struggling with at the moment ;)
Hope you like it, reviews make me smile!
He is Chuck Bass
He is a womanizer, a playboy and everything in between. And he takes pride in it. He gets whoever he wants and then leaves them when he is finished. Once and never again, that is what any woman can expect from him.
He came back to me, over and over again. And it was I that left him for Nate. But I did come back, even if I am constantly trying to figure out why.
He is Chuck Bass
He is not interested in monogamy – he does not know the meaning of the word. And he is not a romantic.
But he held a speech about true love while looking at me the entire time. Told me that he wanted to be with me and kissed me ever so softly. Talked about taking it slow, getting everything right this time.
He is Chuck Bass
Everyone knows he has no feelings, he has no heart.
If I thought he did I was obviously delusional. Even when I could feel it beating against my chest.
He is Chuck Bass
Scheming and deceiving are his specialties. You should not trust him. If you do, be prepared to regret it later.
I did trust him, and I learned the hard way that you really should not - ever. He will have you waiting for him on a helipad before you know it.
He is Chuck Bass
He is conniving, smug and a heinous basshole. And he has this way of looking at you from across the room. Looking in a way that can make you feel like creeping out of your own skin to avoid his piercing stare.
He is not honest, sincere or scared. He does not look at you with a sad expression on his face. Reaching for your hand.
He is Chuck Bass
He never apologizes to anyone or tries to justify something - he never feels the need to. He makes no excuses for who he is or what he does. He has no regrets
He apologized, at least in his own way. He looked me in the eyes and said that he regretted leaving me. That he made a mistake.
He is Chuck Bass
He does not plead or beg. I have never heard him say the word please to anyone without saying it in a mocking, superior way.
He begged me not to leave. He looked me straight in the eyes and begged me not to, told me that he did not want me to. But I did, I left him standing there.
He is Chuck Bass
He does not "do" voicemail. As a matter of fact he rarely calls anybody except for Nate, his PI or his father. Ordinary people have to settle for texts.
He has called me a million times during this summer. And I screen his calls every time, even when my fingers ache to press that green button. Even when I have to throw the phone out of reach to prevent myself from doing so. But he has never left a message on my voicemail, until now.
He is Chuck Bass
He has a way with words. He can charm and seduce, offend and destroy – hardly changing the tone of his voice. He always has a smart comeback line and he is never speechless.
He does not slur, stutter or trail off mid sentence - at least not without me covering his mouth with mine to shut him up – until now.
He is Chuck Bass
He learned a long time ago to hold his drink. Or should I say drinks. He does not loose his poise, not even after a whole night knocking down scotch.
But he sounds exhausted and confused on the voicemail he just left me. Exhausted, confused and completely wasted.
He is Chuck Bass
And he is good at it. He will never change, everybody knows that. He does not get butterflies. He does not fall for anyone.
But I am starting to think that maybe he has. Maybe he has changed just like I have. Maybe he did actually fall just like I did; maybe he did actually have butterflies back then when he claimed to.
He is Chuck Bass
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I am Blair Waldorf