"Did you hear J? B's back from France." I heard one of Jenny's new followers say as I entered the halls of Constance Billard.
"Yes. I heard." She said as though she was bored.
"GG said that she's after your throne."
"GG can say what she wants but Blair won't get her spot back. She's done in the Upper East Side."
"Why do you hate her so much, J? She totally took you under her wing."
"She killed my brother."
I felt Chuck's hands squeeze mine a little tighter. He was standing right beside me because he knew that I'd need him today. I did. I needed him. I didn't kill Dan…or Serena or Nate and I don't know what made Jenny think that I did.
"C'mon." He whispered.
"I can't…what if-."
"You'll never know if you just wonder."
"She could-."
"She could laugh in your face, slap you, scream at you or she could be reasonable."
Chuck kissed my cheek and stepped around the corner before me.
"Hey Little J." Chuck said, approaching her and her group.
"Chuck? Oh my God. Hey!" She said.
Just as she was leaning up to kiss his cheek I stepped around the corner myself.
"Lips off my man, Little J. Unless being a whore is on your agenda."
"Blair."
"You sound a little surprised. What's wrong J, didn't you read the latest on Gossip Girl?"
"No…I did…I just didn't think it was true."
"Well it was and here I am and that's my man you're currently leant up against. Hands off."
Jenny steps away with that sour look on her face. Her group of so-called friends look me up and down and then look at Jenny. It's apparent that they're considering changing sides.
"Nice shoes." I said, holding back a giggle as Chuck and I walked away from Jenny and her knock off bright pink pumps.
We made it into the headmistress' office on time. Chuck gestured for me to sit and I did and so did he.
"Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass. I haven't seen the pair of you since you got into college. I was heart broken to hear about your fellow friends in that terrible accident. I'm so sorry about that."
"Thanks." I said, feeling uncomfortable.
"What can I help you two with today? Not looking to do another senior year are you?" She laughed.
"Not at all. In fact, Blair and I are here to proposition you."
"Oh right. Well let me hear it then."
"After the accident I ran away to France and Chuck to Tokyo. We've had three years to mesh and think and you know, process what happened…"
"We've been talking about what we can do to preserve the memory of our friends. We've come up with the Serena, Nate and Dan foundation. Mainly it'll be a place where people can go to have proper and good treatment for things like Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Anxiety Disorders, panic attacks and generally just the feeling of sudden loss to things like car crashes and accidents. We'll be focusing on the teenage generation, ages from 10 – 22 mostly."
"Mr Bass, Miss Waldorf, I appreciate your time and effort to come here and approach me with this idea but I must ask, what have I to do in all of this? I'm just the headmistress." She says.
Chuck hands her a folder of all the information we could get and think up. She opens it and flicks through the pages roughly.
"We want to set up the foundation at Constance Billard and St. Judes. This was after all the educator of Serena, Nate and Dan." I said.
"I know that Miss Waldorf but we do not have the money to give you a building, staff, resources and money. It's just not possible."
"We know. We came prepared. My father is willing to donate half a million dollars, which covers a quarter of our costs so far. Blair's parents are each donating a quarter of a million dollars which makes us an even half. We've both spoken to Mr and Mrs Archibald and Ms Van Der Woodsen, each are donating 200,000 and Mr Humphrey is donating Dan's college fund of 25,000. Which brings us a total of 1, 400, 025. If we've calculated the correct costs then we'll only need to raise another 500, 075."
"Sure, okay. How do you suppose you're going to raise this money?"
"We were hoping that you could come in for that. This school has so many wealthy participants that we thought we could have some sort of fundraiser and raise as much money as possible."
"It's a fantastic idea but I'm afraid I'll have to run it by the social committee."
Alarm bells went up in my head. Social committee. I used to be on the social committee.
"Um, may I ask who is on the social committee?"
"Jenny Humphrey is social chair this year. She has been since you left. Clara Codrington, Salem Totts, Alicia Mary…"
"Oh."
"I'm sure they'll all vote in favour of your plea. Jenny was Dan's sister, I'm sure she'd love to have something with her brother's name on it. It's a great idea and I really think you have nothing to worry about."
Yeah. If only she actually knew what Jenny Humphrey could really be like.
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Chuck passed me my vodka drink and sat beside me on his sofa with a scotch in his hand. His fingers combed through my hair gently as he kissed my ear lobe.
"I'm proud of you, B." He whispered into my ear softly.
"Why? What did I do?"
"You walked into that school with your head held high and didn't turn back. Jenny Humphrey who?"
I giggled as he kissed down my neck. Chuck smelt like something elegant and cocky and familiar. He was my familiar.
"Did you see her knock off pumps? I don't know how her friends let her get away with that. If I was Queen B again I'd banish her from the steps."
"Be nice, B. At least for a little longer. She has to vote yes on our foundation plea before we can really make our move on her."
I smirked and climbed atop his lap. He grinned and placed his hands on my hips. I'd missed his touch. I started moving against his crotch, he groaned and told me to stop but I didn't want to.
"Why when I'm having so much fun?"
"If you don't stop I'm going to come in my Armani pants and I'd rather come inside you then them."
My lips attached to his in a passionate kiss. I bit his lip as he thrusted his pelvis into mine. He was rock hard.
"Hey Bass?" I asked, breathless slightly.
"Mmm."
"Maybe I can stay over tonight. My mother is away on business and we'd both be alone otherwise."
"Do you realise you called me your 'man' today?"
"I know. I didn't mean it literally…"
"I was hoping you did."
"Why's that?" I asked, coyly. "Do you…like me?"
"I think that's obvious."
"Me too."
Chuck ran his hands up my thighs and just as he reached my upper right thigh I freaked and jumped up and off him.
"Did I hurt you?" He questioned quickly, getting up.
"No…no. I-I…"
I wasn't sure if I could tell him. If I told him that would make me weak and vulnerable. Chuck was Chuck, he could be your confidante one day and swing to the other side the next all because they had better cocktails. If I told him he would have something on me.
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"If I told you I'd be vulnerable to any attack you have planned or will plan on me."
He laughed. "That's ridiculous Blair. Why would I attack you? We're here to attack Jenny and rightfully take back your throne."
"I know. But you're Chuck. Chuck thinks of one person and that person is himself."
"Chuck used to think of one person until he lost his best friends in an accident. Now he thinks of two people only. Himself and you. You're like this altar ego I have now, even if I wanted to attack you I couldn't because in some weird way, Waldorf you're like my soul or something. Attacking you would be attacking me."
"I want to tell you, Chuck."
"Then tell me. I promise I'd never use it against you."
I sat back down and he sat beside me, placing his hand on my upper right thigh. I flinched and took his hand in my own instead. After a deep breath I began.
"Due to surgery I have this scar on my upper right thigh. To me it's ugly and huge and way too noticeable. It freaks me out every time someone begins to touch me there because I'm afraid they'll get scared when they see it."
"It's probably barely noticeable anymore, B. It's been 3 years."
"I know."
"Let me take a look. Just a quick one."
"I can't. It's something I have to deal with."
"You're dealing and I'm helping."
"How so?"
"Because I think you're beautiful, Waldorf. There's nothing that I don't like about you."
"You won't like this."
"I may not but it won't be anything to run from."
He placed his hand back on my thigh and began a slow process of moving my dress up until it revealed the scar. It was kind of small, a thumb length not even. I knew it was there and maybe that's why I thought it was noticeable.
"Is this it here?" He asked, his fingers dancing over it.
"Yes."
"It's barely noticeable."
Chuck leant down and kissed it softly. I wasn't recovered fully, it would take time until I would accept wearing short dresses and skirts out in public but for now, at least I could have sex again.
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I awoke late to hear the shower turn off in Chuck's bathroom and a very scarcely dressed Chuck clad in a soft blue towel appeared in the doorway, droplets of water still dripping from is flawless back.
"I'm offended. You didn't wake me up for a shower." I said, stretching and only then realising I was naked and sheet less.
"You looked adorable. I thought I'd wait for you to get up."
"Thank you." I said, getting up and rummaging through his draws for a shirt.
A knock reached our ears. Chuck called out.
"Mr Bass your breakfast is here."
"Leave it at the door I'll come collect it in a minute. Thank you."
"You even ordered breakfast. Who are you and where has Chuck Bass gone?"
"He's right here. Let me put on some clothes and I'll get our breakfast."
"No. Please. Stay in the towel. It'll make it easier for me to get you naked after breakfast. I'll get it." I said, walking to the door to fetch our breakfast.
I opened the door and found our trolley of food and started to read our checklist of food. Fresh strawberries, French crepes, mango low fat smoothies, eggs, bacon and French toast. Granted there was enough food to feed 6 instead of two, Chuck had done well with breakfast.
Just as I was stepping outside so I could wheel the trolley in properly I noticed a familiar blonde girl kissing a familiar Upper East Side man. The girl, none other than 17 year old Jenny Humphrey and the man, none other than 27 year old Logan Shipman.
Well, well Little J.
The door shut as she crept out, her knock off pumps in her hand and looking very disorientated, walking my way.
It took her long enough before she realised I was staring at her.
"Blair. I didn't know you lived here." She said, stopping to put on her shoes.
"I don't. Chuck does."
"So you two really are dating then? I wonder how long you'll last. He never was one to keep a woman down."
"Really, Little J? Logan Shipman. He's 10 years your senior and frankly he's far too experienced for an idiot like you. That boy is wealthier than you could imagine."
"I know. He's pushed my social status beyond belief. Oh and he totally bought me this cute as bracelet. Isn't it great?" She said, flashing me her white gold charm bracelet.
"Well at least you have one thing that's not a cheap knock off. Kudos to you."
"Why are you even back, Blair?"
"I thought that was obvious."
"It was until I realised it'd be stupid for you even to try. I think you should face the facts, sweet heart. Your days as Queen B are over."
Chuck appeared behind me at the door still dressed in his towel.
"Jenny. What are you doing here?"
"She was creeping out from Logan Shipman's room."
"For real? He's like 10 years older than you."
"So? He's rich and hot and totally sweet."
"He's 10 years older than you." Chuck repeated.
She rolled her eyes and gave that horrible face she always does.
"Go back to France Blair and take your overused boy toy with you. Manhattan doesn't need you anymore."
"Excuse me?" I said, stepping closer to her.
"You killed my brother, B. What ever made you think you could come back and just waltz back to top spot. You can't."
"I killed you brother? Please, as if."
"You took him into that building and he came out dead."
"The building collapsed."
"You killed him."
"My friends were in there too, Jenny. Did I kill them too?"
"Possibly. You never know."
"Get a fucking life Jenny. It was a freak accident that never meant to happen. Your brother was my friend and I don't just off my friends."
"You're ruined in the Upper East Side Blair, no matter how much you try to claw your way back to the top, people would rather side with me then someone who should be in a mental institution."
I almost hit her. Chuck stopped me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside quickly.
"Watch what you say, Jenny Humphrey. If there's one thing I'm sure about it's that Blair will be back in her throne by next Christmas and you will be back in Brooklyn where you belong."
"When you get bored of B. Give me a call." She said, walking off feeling too happy and proud of herself.
"I hate her." I said, throwing a glass at the wall. "I want her ruined. I want her so far buried that next centuries socialites won't be able to bring her back."
"Calm down, B."
"No. She insulted me. She accused me of murdering my friends. That bitch is going to be sorry she ever messed with Blair Waldorf and I will make sure of it."
"Okay. Let's just enjoy our breakfast."
"Make some calls, I want to know everything about her and her poor family. I want to know everything, Chuck. Get me some dirt."
She was going down.
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Spotted, Little J and B having a quarrel at the Palace Hotel. From what we hear Little J you might need some back up. B is notorious for staging World War 3's. Watch what you say Little J, you just might not survive the winter. You know you love me. Xoxo Gossip Girl.
Thankyou to everyone who kindly reviewed on my last chapter. I'm finding it hard to write GG fics, especially this one as the characters are limited but I will try my best. Hope you enjoyed this, please review.