Love Is A Losing Game
Chapter 8
As soon as the doors parted, she stumbled out of the elevator and into the empty hallway. Counting the door numbers as she passed them by, Blair tried desperately to remember which one was his.
"Is it 4567 or maybe 7654?" she mumbled drunkenly, leaning against the walls to support her petite frame.
Making the executive decision that his room number was indeed the former, she staggered down the corridor, stopping only when she reached the door marked 4567. Using her small fists as a means to be granted access, Blair began to pound violently on the wooden door, swaying from side to side as she did so. Within moments, swearing could be heard from inside the hotel room and she giggled at his colorful choice of words. The door soon swung open to reveal Chuck in a tight black t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants with a none too pleased expression painted across his handsome features. In one swift movement, he ushered her inside and closed the door, all the while praying that she hadn't awoken any of his neighbors. He reluctantly turned to find an intoxicated Blair Waldorf pressed up against him with a silly smile playing across her lips.
Before he could reprimand her for coming up to his hotel room, drunk no less, she threw her arms around him and attacked, laying hot, open-mouthed kisses on his neck.
Pleasure seeped into his senses, her ministrations causing his mind to fog up at an alarming rate, leaving very little room for rational thought. "Blair..." He attempted to push her away and separate their bodies, but even as smashed as she was, she anticipated his hesitance and only moved to close the gap between them once more. Pinning his muscular frame against the wall, she let her hand slip under the hem of his shirt, letting her fingers graze the muscles beneath in rhythmic strokes. Her eager hands explored his warm skin, never satisfied until she had touched him in every place possible. Despite the bliss that she was inducing, Chuck knew that he could never take advantage of her in such a disoriented state. If there was going to be anything at all between them, it would occur when she could actually stand up straight, without assistance, for more than ten seconds.
"Blair, you need to stop this!" He pleaded desperately while using his hands to gently push her backwards.
While slipping out of the corner that she had skillfully backed him into, his chocolate gaze begged with her to hear reason. In response to his rejection of her advances, her doe eyes began to fill with tears as she turned her back on him. Immediately a wave of guilt crashed over Chuck as he observed her breaking down before him, with her head in her hands and her frail body convulsing with sobs. Chuck couldn't stand to see someone so close to his heart be in such pain so he reached out to draw her into his arms. While his intention was to offer her purely platonic comfort, Blair had other ideas. Running into his open arms, she titled her face upwards to meet his lips in a passionate kiss. Even with willpower, he was powerless over her and didn't even think before darting his tongue out to taste her. He was met with the flavor of martinis, strawberries and something uniquely Blair. Letting out a low primal growl, he took charge over their little dance and proceeded to pin her arms over her head. Wandering hands and skillful tongues stumbled over to the king size bed with Chuck gently lifting Blair's body and depositing her onto the mattress. His body settled itself comfortably over her while she fumbled with his belt buckle, all the while maintaining eye contact. She continued her task while he took the opportunity to rid her of her evening gown. Between the trail of hot kisses that he deposited on her collarbone, Chuck managed to mutter out a command that would end it all.
"Leave Nathaniel." He whispered, stopping his ministrations to look directly into her wide eyes. She met his gaze with defiance and said nothing, choosing to instead sit up to capture his lips in yet another steamy kiss. Chuck knew all to well what she was trying to do, and he was having none of it. Breaking the kiss he tried once more, aggression lacing his order. "Leave him."
Blair's eyes once more began to fill up and she turned her head, refusing to meet his pleading gaze. And just like that, he removed himself from the bed, walking over to the windowsill to catch his breath and straighten his clothes.
Slipping back into her gown, Blair didn't dare to look his way, fearing the pain that she knew would be etched across his face.
"It's over." He mumbled, keeping his face angled away from her, "The next time you decide that Nathaniel isn't good enough, that you need something more, don't come looking for me. I won't be there to catch you when you fall from that high pedestal of yours'." He turned to meet her gaze only to see a flash of skin as the palm of her hand connected with the side of his face. In a blur and the sound of a door slamming shut, she was gone. With a nod of his head, he headed for the alcohol cabinet.
"Blair? Honey, what's wrong?" Lily Van Der Woodsen closed the door behind a tearful Blair Waldorf, who had unexpectedly shown up at her doorstep.
"I'm sorry, I know it's late, but is Serena home?"
"She's in her room, just go right in." Lily replied, "I'll call your mom and let her know that you're here."
Blair nodded her thanks and made her way up the winding staircase and into Serena's room.
"Blair! Oh my God," Serena quickly threw her arms around Blair tightly, immediately noticing the distraught state of her best friend. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
Blair started crying again, sobs wracking her frame as she returned the blond's comforting embrace.
"He-" She mumbled in between sobs, "He said-"
"Shhhh, Blair it's okay." Serena began to rub her back, whispering soothing words into Blair's ears. Helping her over to the bed, Serena proceeded to ease Blair down, pulling the covers over her still shaking frame. Turning off the light, Serena couldn't help but wonder what or who for that matter, could have caused Blair to work herself into such a state. Normally Serena would have assumed that Nate had done something idiotic or thoughtless, but this time she dismissed him as the cause. Blair Waldorf had never cried so hard over Nathaniel Archibald in all the time that they had been together. No, this "he" that Blair spoke of was of far more importance to Blair, perhaps more than even Blair herself would admit.
"You want to tell me what happened?" Serena asked Blair as she entered her bedroom with a platter of waffles and pancakes. Blair was changing into a pair of Serena's jeans that were way too long for her petite frame and an old vintage Led Zeppelin t-shirt. Blair crinkled her nose at her reflection, not used to such attire.
"Yum! Waffles." She reached for the plate, ignoring Serena's questions altogether.
"Blair..." Serena chastised, pulling the plate out of the other girl's reach. She wanted answers and she wanted them now.
"Look, I better get home. Everything is fine. Drop it, okay?" Blair flashed her an innocent smile, retrieving last night's clothes from the dresser.
As the door closed behind an oddly cheerful Blair Waldorf, Serena Van Der Woodsen dropped onto her bed, sighing with frustration at the stubbornness that was her best friend.
Just as Serena stood up to finish off her breakfast, an object caught her eye. Blair's cell phone had been left behind, forgotten on Serena's nightstand. Curiosity peaked; Serena reached over and retrieved the cell phone, deciding that a little peek couldn't hurt. After all, the reasons behind Blair's hysterics could be hidden within the confines of the phone. Flipping it open, a box opened up to inform her that Nate had left a message, asking Blair to go out to lunch that very afternoon. Serena ignored this; the message only proved what she had surmised already, that Nate and Blair were on good terms. Exiting the message, she went on to explore the rest of Blair's messages, all which came from one Charles Bass. Reading all of them, Serena went on to put together all the pieces of the puzzle. Blair Waldorf and Charles Bass, who would have thought? Mind still reeling with this new discovery, the door flew open once more to reveal a frantic Blair, searching for her forgotten phone. As Blair's gaze latched onto Serena with her cell phone in hand, the dam inside her broke.
"Whatever we had together is over, okay?! I know what you're thinking, how could I ever be with him, Chuck Bass, a complete and total asshole! But there isn't anything between us anymore, he ended it." The truth of her own words finally sunk in and Blair slid to the floor. Serena didn't even question the ordeal that had been hidden from her, she just walked over and sat next to Blair, wrapping her arms around her once more.
"You know, this is all Vanessa's fault! She appears out of thin air and suddenly he doesn't want me anymore. She's from fucking Brooklyn for God's sake!" Blair ranted, as if her words made actual sense and formed a decent argument. Serena only nodded.
"It's for the best, you know." She whispered.
"I know." Blair answered, hoping that maybe saying it out loud would make it true. "I look absolutely horrible, don't I?" She muttered, sitting up and analyzing her reflection in the mirror. Again, Serena nodded before both girls exploded into laughter.
Vanessa picked up her phone for the millionth time that morning, praying for some sort of sign that last night wasn't a dream. She frowned at the empty screen that flashed before her before throwing the phone back onto the couch. She wanted to stop the stupid fluttering in her stomach; it wasn't helping in the least. Ten minutes later the phone began to ring, sending her dashing over to the couch to answer the call.
"Hello?" She answered nervously, waiting for a certain voice to answer back.
"Vanessa, how...how are you?" Definitely not the voice that she had been expecting.
"I'm alright Dan." She rolled her eyes, now he decided to call.
"Listen, I feel like I should apologize for yesterday. Serena's friends can be intimidating, and I guess a tad cruel but Serena feels really bad about what happened. Really, she feels awful…" Vanessa let out a scoff as he rambled on about his precious girlfriend and her sympathetic feelings. "Now I know that you don't want me to interfere, but you just have to be careful about…"
The ring of her doorbell interrupted his last sentence and she was all too grateful for the timing.
"Dan, hold on." She unlocked the door and opened it to reveal a slightly flustered but nonetheless, devilishly handsome Chuck Bass. And with an impressive bouquet of flowers in hand, to boot. She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks as she ushered him inside.
"Chuck...what are you doing here?"
"Wait...Chuck?" She heard Dan question loudly on the other side of the phone. Annoyed with his presence, she shut the phone and turned towards her unexpected guest.
"I would say that I happened to be in the neighborhood but I think we both know I don't wander anywhere near here." He replied smoothly, a genuine smile gracing his lips. As if he couldn't be any more charming, he held out the bouquet and placed a peck on her cheek.
"For the lady of the house." She shuddered to think how red her face was at this point.
"So..." She mumbled nervously.
"I hope you're willing to continue this awkward conversation over lunch." He teased, a sparkle in his eye and he watched her shift from one side to another.
"Chuck, last night was…"
"Not fun, I know. For that, I apologize."
She smiled as her heart began to flutter again. Stupid butterflies.
"But Blair-" She questioned, nervously waiting his answer.
"Blair who?" He smirked, "Now what about lunch?" She rolled her eyes and nodded hesitantly, reaching for her coat as he opened the door.
Chuck couldn't keep from smiling; perhaps forgetting Blair Waldorf was easier than he originally thought.
Blair's phone began to vibrate in her pocket halfway through her lunch with Serena and Nate. She was thoroughly enjoying her boyfriend and her best friend's company so such a disruption was annoying, to say the least. Couldn't she enjoy the moment in peace? Flipping open her cell, she was greeted with a bold title.
"LOOKS LIKE OUR DEVIL HAS BEEN TAMED"
She scrolled down to see the image in the elevator that had haunted her all night.
SPOTTED (twice!): C and V making out recklessly at his dad's charity function.
He even loses his jacket (again!) and walks her to his car? Is hell freezing over?
Or is Chuck Bass really tied down? One thing's for sure, the Upper East Side just feels a little safer somehow.
And word is going around that they are out together on the town at this very moment!
I wonder what V's secret is for refining our favorite playboy?
xoxo,
you know you love me
Gossip Girl
"What is it?" Nate questioned, noticing her state of distraction.
"Nothing." She smiled and shoving her phone back into her bag and zipping it shut.
Serena smiled at her sympathetically, guessing that something to do with Chuck had disturbed her. The meal resumed without interference until Blair nearly choked on her water as she spotted Chuck and Vanessa entering the busy restaurant.
"Chuck, over here!" Nate shouted out before she could protest.
Blair buried her face in her hands, hoping that if she was lucky, a hole in the ground would appear and swallow her up. Forgetting Chuck Bass wasn't going to be as easy as she thought.
Author's Note: Once again, thanks to Megan (Crimson-Kiss17) for the wonderful editing. Gossip Girl is about to start in 8 minutes so I'm going to make a dash for my television. Please review. I love to hear what you think about Chuck, Vanessa, and Blair.!