The Bet

Emily's Point of View:

Wow, this was unusual.

I used to have my virginity but now it's gone.

I used to have a non-pregnant body, but now that's gone, too.

I used to have a dream of going to Yale, but yet again that's gone.

Oh and here is the best one, I used to hate Joseph Adam Bass, but now…

I can't even begin to explain the way I feel for him.

My life is so weird right now, it is too hard to explain the words of it….or is it describe?

Oh well, I have hormones and I don't have to use correct word choice.

Hehe…one of the best things about being pregnant…

Oh! I might this brings me back to what I'm doing right now.

I'm having my first check-up, for the baby, and Joe came.

I mean, it's not like he seen it all before, right? Anyways, the ultra sound seems to be going well and—

"Emily," the nurse broke me out of my mind babble, "The baby is doing well, and should proceed with the normal growing speed. And as for you…" The nurse turned to Joe, "How dare you get this young, innocent, sweet girl pregnant!" The nurse walked out, but I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing. I was free to go away from the hospital.

"Don't say anything…" Joe mumbled, I couldn't help but let a small laugh escape from my mouth. With that, Joe and I left the hospital and into a taxi cab, going back to my house, I think.

'Womanizer…your-your-you're a womanizer. Womanizer, oh…"

Joe raised an eyebrow as I answered my phone.

"Hello?"

(E-Emily, C-Chuck)

"Well, just the Waldrof that I wanted to talk to."

"Nice to speak to you, too, Chuck."

Joe's eyes widened and mouthed 'Don't tell him anything'

"So, why did you call Chuck?"

"Oh, I just read a little something on Gossip Girl…"

I immediately hit Joe, who let out a small yelp, and grabbed his cell phone from him, immediately going to Gossip Girl, and I held my breath.

"Well, you know how Gossip Girl is Chuck."

"Of course, all Bass's are attracted to Waldrof's."

"You have no idea…"

"So, are you pulling off a Blair Waldrof?"

"No, not exactly, I was kinda thinking of playing a Serena, but seeing that a certain Bass got his ass kicked by Serena's boyfriend, I don't think I could pull it off."

A small smile came onto my lips.

"Spoken like a true Waldrof….so, has my brother been treating the women properly?"

I smiled,

"Better than you know."

"That's what I like to hear." Chuck chuckled.

"Have you talked to my sister lately?"

"Nope, but that kinda has something to do with another thing I called about."

"And that would be…?"

"Well, Blair, Serena, Nate, and I were thinking about coming back to New York for a visit."

"WHAT?!"

"Ow, Emily, watch how loud you scream."

"Oh, sorry, but, um, Miley and I are watching an episode of 90210, and yeahh…"

Thank the Lord that Chuck doesn't know me well enough to know that I don't watch 90210.

"Yeah, well, I'll be sure to call you later, Waldrof."

"I look forward to it, Bass."

We both hung up.

"Why did Chuck call?" Joe asked, clearly he didn't hear the terrifying news that could make the secret break open.

"Your brother is coming home…" I replied.

"What?" Joe asked, disbelieved.

"…and so are my sister and Miley's sister." I mumbled.

"We're fucked, aren't we?" Joe spoke.

"Oh yeah." I replied.

There was no way that Joe and I would be made for it this week, or weekend, with our families.

We are so dead.

Author's Note:

It's 11:10 PM, and I have school tomorrow. But, hey, I updated.

Recap: Emily has counted the things that she has lost…and possibly gained. Although, she has said that she doesn't know how to explain her feelings for Joseph. Does anyone see Jemily sparking? Emily was also counted in mind babble during her first doctor's appointment for her and Joe's baby. Then, hilariously, Joe was rebuked by the nurse giving Emily the check-up. Finally, while in the car with Joe, Emily received a call from none other than, Chuck Bass. Learning that Chuck, Blair, and Serena are going to be coming from where they are now, to New York.

Does anybody think that there is going to be a yelling match between two certain people?

It's a possibility.

S. Sobieski