Hey Guys.

I feel like I have to update as much as possible before Monday. I feel like I have to redeem Chuck before its too late. Well, actually, more like add understanding as to what he did.

Expect another update tomorrow or the following day.

I want to get to a certain scene by monday, but I dont think its possible...

Enough talking! :) Go read.

A turning tide, lovers at a great divide.

Why'd you laugh? When I know that you hurt inside.

And why'd you say?

'Its just another day. Nothing in my way..."

(Nothing in My Way - Keane)

"Miss Blair! A Mr. Nate for you!" Dorota hollered from downstairs. I had fallen asleep on the tile of my bathroom floor, my arms used as a headrest. Why Nate was here, I wasn't sure, but I really didn't feel like finding out. "Miss Blair!" Dorota called again. I sighed. No getting out of this one.

"Just a minute!" I called back. I sighed again, this time in resolution. I had planned to spend my day sleeping and watching Charade with Ben and Jerry.

I stood up and looked myself in the mirror. Ew. My hair is in disarray from sleep, and my make up was smeared by my tears. Just because I felt like dirt, doesn't mean I had to look like I'd been rolling around in it. I washed my face and ran a brush through my hair. I was presentable in record Waldorf time.

Just in time too, for my door was knocked on by Nate. I was sitting on my bed in my thin white robe when he entered.

An epiphany finally occurred to me as to why Nate was here: Chuck probably sent him.

"Great. He sent Good Cop." I quipped out sarcastically in my monotone voice.

Nate chuckled. "Chuck didn't send me."

"Serena?"

"Look,"- Jackpot. - "We're concerned about our best friends. Whatever he did, I'm sure you can find a suitable punishment for him." If only there was. If only you knew.

"There is no punishment for what he did." I whispered.

He walked till he stood at the foot of my bed, and sat down. "You're Blair Waldorf. Punishment is your middle name." He laughed.

I was feeling sick again. I stared at the Charade DVD cover and wished nothing more than to be watching it now instead of having this discussion with my Ex-Boyfriend's Best Friend, who is also, my Ex-Boyfriend.

"Just tell me what happened."

I wanted to hurl it all on him if I was going to be subjected to this. I wanted to rid myself of this again like I had last night. I wanted to throw up the whole situation on Nate. Let's see him try to clean up this mess.

"I can't tell anyone. It's too awful." I tried to swallow the word vomit coming up.

"There's no such thing as too awful between friends."

I snapped my face towards his, the venom from last night coursing through me again. Nothing too awful between friends? How's whoring your girlfriend to your uncle for a hotel nothing awful between friends?

"We don't judge remember?" Ugh, I was beginning to hate that word. Nate continued. "We can forgive anything." No. Stop. Don't ever say 'remember' and 'anything' to me ever again.

I looked down. There was no stopping the word vomit now.

"You can't tell anyone, especially not Serena." I warned him gravely.

"I promise."

I shook my head in defeat. "What did Chuck tell you about how he got his hotel back?"

"He didn't. He just said 'Money solves everything'." He breathed out a laugh a looked at me.

That Basstard. Of course, Heaven forbid Chuck Bass be accountable for anything. I wanted to soil his name. I wanted to strip Chuck of everything he ever had. I looked at Nate straight in the eye, and told him what Chuck Bass was too afraid to say.

"He didn't use money. He used me. As a trade."

Nate laughed. I gave him a deathly serious look, telling him that I was being anything but comical.

"Come on. No way." He said, not wanting to believe that his "best friend" was capable of such a thing.

"He set me up to sleep with Jack in exchange for his beloved empire." His face fell, the truth finally settling in. Saying it out loud made it feel like I was reliving the moment. Now I wanted to actually vomit on Nate. "Now do you see why I couldn't tell anyone?"

Nate turned his stunned face away from mine. Good thing too, for tears started to roll down my cheeks.

"Oh my god…" Nate whispered incredulously.

The silence that followed after felt like years of Chuck repeating every last word from last night. But when Nate finally spoke, he spoke with the venom I had felt not so long ago.

"I say you punish him." I looked at him sharply. I'd never Nate use such a tone. "He used you to get his empire back. I say you take it back. Worm your way back into his arms, and take the empire. Take his heart while you're at it."

Hah. Chuck Bass having a heart. Funny.

I gave Nate a wicked look and stared at my DVD cover again. He was right. I was Blair Waldorf.

"Punishment isn't just my middle name, Archibald. It's my legend. So tell my more about this plan of yours…"

After Nate had left, I became obsessed with plotting Chuck's downfall. It all began in just a few days at Dorota's wedding. How Ironic, I thought.

I painted my nails a dark blood red, and chose my dress. It matched the colors of my nails perfectly and hugged my body in a way Chuck wouldn't be able to resist. Not to mention the fact that it had a plunging neckline that accentuated my neck- Chuck's weakness.

I wanted to look murderous.

A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. Serena walked through with all her ignorance trailing behind her.

"Hey B." She said shutting the door and coming to lie on my bed. "Where've you been?"

"Oh you know…Here and There." I provided vaguely. Serena's face fell as she looked around the room. A gold sparkle caught her eye and she jumped off the bed and bounded to the edge of my dresser. She bent down to retrieve the sparkly object and came back up with the golden dress I had worn to Jack's place. In my depression, I had neglected to tidy my room and my dress was left on the floor forgotten unlike the memories it brought along with it.

"The dress! You bought it!" She smiled. "Oh B! Put it on! I didn't get to see you wear it." She smiled so warmly at me I wanted to tell her everything, just so her face would fall.

"No." I stated firmly.

"Come on, Blair!" She just wouldn't stop.

"I said No, Serena!" I yelled, losing my temper.

She went back to the bed and lied down. Her happiness sucked immediately from her. She was in listener mode now.

"I'm sorry, S. I shouldn't be taking this out on you."

"Things that bad with Chuck? What's going on anyways?" I wish I could tell her everything, not to take her sunshine away this time, but because I needed my best friend.

"It's just…fight-We're fighting." I shake my head, trying my best to lie "You and Nate are lucky. No games, no lies…" Serena's face turned cold abruptly, but I didn't even feel like asking what was wrong between them.

"I just wish…I just wish…I wish summer wasn't over." I ended lamely. "Everything was so perfect over the summer. Chuck was so wonderful. And now…" The lump started to form in my throat. "I don't know what I'm going to do without him. I love him so much." I cried into her arms until I tired myself out.

The last thing I remember is Serena kissing my forehead and shutting the door.