"I can't believe you just hit him like that," Serena said looking across the room at Dan.

"You can't," Dan and Vanessa asked in unison.

She pursed her lips, "well, I can, but I just don't see why. It's not like he actually did anything wrong. I mean, I'm normally the first one to speak out against Chuck, but you can't tell me I'm the only one that's noticed he's not as much of a jackass as usual over the past few days. I think it's because of Jenny."

"I don't care what it's because of…he shouldn't be kissing my little sister, and my little sister shouldn't be kissing him."

"So you'd rather have him hitting on your girlfriend," she asked folding her arms across her chest.

Dan stared at her for a moment and then shook his head, running his hands over his eyes.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. Of course I don't want him doing that. If the guy is happy by all means, let him be happy, just not with my little sister."

"Ow…ow….okay OW Nate," Jenny said as he finished pressing the band aid tight down to the cut on her head.

"Oh I'm sorry, did that hurt? Good," he said coldly.

The blond stared at him for a moment, wondering why he was so pissed at her. Her teeth chattered involuntarily again and she pulled the towel tighter around her arms. Falling into the pool and getting knocked unconscious was one way to sober up. Slowly, she turned to look in the mirror and groaned at her reflection. She was a mess; her eyeliner was running down her cheeks, her hair in matted tangles.

"God I look horrible," she moaned.

"Don't worry, you look like Serena used to when she'd come home from a party with Georgina," Nate informed her as he put away a few of the first aid supplies, "we tried to warn you. Apparently you don't listen well."

Her eyes narrowed at him, "all right, can you please explain to me what I did to get this frigid attitude from you? Or is your new girlfriend inspiring this persona?"

Nate turned sharply and stared at Jenny, "my new girlfriend has nothing to do with this. It has to do with the fact that you have been hooking up with my best…ex best friend behind my back. Especially considering you were the one that told me Blair had done the same exact thing."

Sliding off the counter she had been sitting on, Jenny's blue eyes blazed up at him.

"First of all, Chuck and I have only been kissing, so don't immediately jump to, once again, comparing me to Blair because I have not slept with him. Second of all, it shouldn't matter to you, because he isn't your best friend anymore and I'm not your girlfriend. And thirdly, if I'm not mistaken, you were already getting back together with Blair before we even broke up after a whole two days of dating. So don't act like some scorned lover Nate…your victim act is getting old," she snapped before heading out of the bathroom.

"Ow, ow…okay OW Blair," Chuck sputtered as Blair pushed the bag of ice against his slightly swollen nose.

"Toughen up Bass," she snapped with a smirk, but none the less, took away more pressure.

His head was in her lap, tilted slightly upwards as she held the ice in place, "so, does Humphrey always deck you when you make out with his sister?"

"Apparently," he replied, "although, I can honestly say, the first time I deserved it."

She raised her eyebrows, "are you actually admitting that you did something wrong Chuck Bass? My, my, my, send a heartless fiend out to do my dirty work, and he comes back a puppy in love."

Chuck jerked away from her and glared, "I am not a puppy in love," he spat, acting offended.

"Then why are you kissing Jenny? I've got Nate…I don't need your help anymore."

"Why does it matter to you who I kiss? Or are you just jealous it's just not you I'm kissing," he shot back at her.

Blair rolled her eyes and stood, "if you think I'm jealous of you and your jailbait, then you are seriously deranged."

With a smirk, knowing he had gotten to her, Chuck stood and leaned into her ear, whispering, "admit it Blair. While you may have your Prince Charming, it eats you up inside to know that I feel those butterflies for someone other than you."

A small smirk curled across the brunettes lips, "butterflies huh Chuck? So you do have feelings for her."

Turning towards him, she placed her hand on his chest, "what exactly does the little freshman make you feel?"

Pressing her body against his she leaned in to his ear, "does she make you feel hot all over like I'm making you feel right now," she breathed, "or does she make your skin tingle when her hands run over your chest? How does she make you feel Chuck?"

Blair's fingers brushed up against his lips and her brown eyes stared into his, "does she make you feel alive like I do?"

Slowly the brunette leaned in for a kiss, but Chuck's hand came up to stop her and he pushed her away, enjoying the confused look on her face.

"No. Jenny makes me feel human," he said icily, "which is something you never once made me feel Blair; you always made me feel like a monster."