A/N: I would like to dedicate this chapter to all of those who have read the story and sent in reviews. Thank you. Anyways Enjoy. Lots of Drama.

Blair sat in her room. Sometimes, Serena could be so difficult. She looked at a nearby picture of her and Serena when they were in the 8th grade. She picked it up. She smiled. That was before all of the drama had started up. She heard the bedroom door open. Nate came in. He sat down beside her. She put the picture down. He started to talk.

"I hope I didn't cause any tension between you and Serena."

She turned to look at him.

"No, it was me who started the tension."

"Well I am still sorry."

She smiled.

"Thank you."

"Did you get that email about the after prom?"

"Yeah. Seems boring, but I'll probably end up going."

"Yeah me too. You going with Eric?"

"Yes. He was my original prom date. Besides I need to spend more time with him, we barely spent time together at the real prom."

"I guess I'll have to take Jenny then."

Blair cringed at her name. He saw her tense up.

"I don't have to."

"No, she can go to the after prom, who am I to stop her."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

They sat in silence. It wasn't awkward, it was warming. Blair looked out her window. I shouldn't have Nate in my room. I have a boyfriend! Nate is just a friend though, nothing will happen. Right? she thought. She turned back to look at Nate, who had been staring at her the whole time.

"I think you should leave."

He was caught off guard.

"What?"

"I think you should leave. I don't want people starting rumours about us. It would ruin your friendship with Chuck. I couldn't do that to you."

He sighed.

"I guess I'll leave then."

"Thank you."

He got his coat and went downstairs. She let out a deep breath when she heard the elevator doors shut. She was bored, but where would she go? She certainly couldn't go to the Palace. Maybe she could call Chuck to come over? No she had to do her homework. She headed to her desk. After five minutes of staring at her homework, she gave up. She couldn't study in her penthouse. Too many memories. She got her books and put them in her Coach book bag and headed out the door. She called a cab and told the driver to go to the library. She got out and quickly found a seat in a quiet area. She got out her books and immediately got to work. Half way through a voice interrupted her.

"Blair?"

She turned around only to see Eric standing there.

"Eric, what are you doing here?"

"I needed to get out of the penthouse. You?"

"Homework."

"Did I interrupt you?"

"No, I'm almost done."

"After your done, want to go get ice-cream or something?"

"Sure."

He sat down beside her. He listened to his ipod while she finished up. She finished in a good seven minutes. They got up and walked to the nearest ice-cream shop. They got their ice-creams in a cone and kept on walking. Blair spoke up.

"I heard your going to the after prom thing."

"Yeah. We still going together?"

"Of course. We have the wear the exact same clothes, right?"

"Yeah."

"Looks like I have to ask Dorota to take some other clothing items with her when she goes to the cleaners tomorrow."

He just smiled. She smiled back.

"Blair, does this mean I have to get you another gift?"

She laughed.

"No. The gift you gave me already means so much."

He blushed. She smiled. Her phone rang.

"Excuse me, I'll be a second."

"Okay."

She got her phone out and walked to a nearby tree, so Eric wouldn't listen.

"Hello?"

"Blair."

Chuck's voice sounded stern and serious.

"Yes?"

"I don't want lies."

"What lies?"

"You know very well. You're hanging out with Nate now?"

"Yes he is my friend."

"I'd like to believe that."

"What is with you?"

"If you're going to cheat at least don't get caught , Waldorf."

"You honestly think I would cheat on you!"

"Maybe you learned from your best friend."

Blair's eyes began to water.

"You never listen to the truth, Bass!"

"I do, you just can't admit it."

She paused. Why was he acting like this? She finally spoke.

"I hate you!"

She hung up. Tears had defiantly come out of her eyes now. Had she just told the guy she loved she hated him? She turned around and saw Eric looking at her. He clearly had never seen a girl cry before, so he didn't know what to do. She noticed he was holding his phone. She saw the screen. It was a Gossip Girl message with a picture of her. Her eyes widened.

"Eric, can I see your phone?"

Before he could respond, she took it out of his hands. More tears came when she saw what was written.

Hello Upper EastSiders,

Spotted: King N coming out of the Queen B's penthouse. Didn't he wear those clothes yesterday? And isn't B going out with C? I also received some news from a reliable source that the two were chasing each other around in her penthouse. Scandalous, B. Wait, is this why S left angrily earlier today? B I wouldn't be pushing the ones you need the most far away right now.

XOXO Gossip Girl.

Blair handed him his phone back. She gulped. How could Chuck believe such a thing. She turned to Eric.

"I need to go. I'll see you tomorrow then."

He just nodded. She called a cab and got in. She managed to give the driver her address through the tears. Once she reached her building, she raced inside. She was crying all the way to her room. She slammed her door. Why couldn't he just understand. Beep. She grabbed her bag and took out her phone. There was a text. She opened it.

Hey Ms. Slut

What do you want?

2 rmind u that u r going dwn after prom

Is that a threat?

Trust me, after I'm done, u r going 2 wish u were being shunned cause of the Chuck Nate scandal.

Can you not talk to me right now, I am kind of busy.

Sure w/e u say, 4 now.

She closed her messages. She put her phone back in her purse. Why did everything have to go completely wrong after the prom. Meanwhile, Chuck sat in his suite drinking his twelfth cup of scotch. She hates me. She actually told me she hates me. Why can't she just tell me the truth? he thought. He drank some scotch. There was a knock at the door. He opened it and there stood Hazel in a long trench coat, with a wicked smile on her face.

"Hello, Chuck."

"Hello."

She made her way inside and sat on the couch. She turned to stare at him.

"Heard about you and Blair. That's got to suck."

"Yeah, it does."

"But she didn't deserve you. You need someone like me."

He looked at her, trying his best not to laugh. Did she just say he needed someone like her? You've got to be kidding.

"You?"

"Yes. Together we can take over the Upper East Side."

She got up and took off her trench coat to reveal red lacy lingerie. Again he tried to not to laugh. She looked like a transsexual. She looked up at him and made her way over to him.

"Let's make it official, Bass."

"Make what official?"

"Us. I know you want me and I want to you."

She went for a kiss but he turned his head away in time. She looked at him in confusion.

"You can kiss that slut but you can't kiss me!"

"Yeah, pretty much."

He smirked. She leaned in closer for a second shot, but again he turned his face in time.

"What the hell, Chuck!"

"There is only one girl for me, and it sure as hell isn't you."

He grabbed her trench coat and handed it to her.

"Try not to let the door hit you on your way out."

She gasped. He went back to the bar. She put on her coat and slammed the door on her way out. All he did was smirk.