Chapter 2
Hi. Uh...this is the secound chapter. Remember, if you don't reveiw, you don't care. Hope this one was slightly longer, but I intend to keep them moderately short, kay?
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss yet
Jo Astor-she refused to be called Josephine-paced around the room, around and around. Every once in a while, she would press her ear to the wall, to check if her roommate, Blair was still fighting with an incredibly handsome young man, wearing the Dartmouth colors.
"You dumb shit, you said you wouldn't visit me anymore!" Blair yelled, the raspberry lip gloss so sticky it prevented her from opening her mouth sometimes when she pursed them too long.
"Yeah, well I can't help myself." Chuck smirked. Although it was meant to be a joke, he really meant it truly, deep down. Of course, he wouldn't admit that. "I heard word that you had broken up with Nate. Again." He just couldn't help poking fun at her.
Blair's cheeks flamed a crimson red. "We aren't broken up. That's so childish. We are merely spending some time apart. To find ourselves. At least that's what he says. Still smoking the bong, I suspect." She laughed humorlessly.
Chuck sighed, dipping his head down. He thought of his next step. "Have one dinner with me. Just once. That's all I ask."
Blair sighed in return. That's just what he had said the night she threw her first adult party in the Hamptons, with that Marcus guy, something or the other. Who cares? Certainly not her. "No." She said forcefully. Not because she wanted him gone, because she had to remind herself she didn't like him. Or so she thinks. "You need to go."
His feet were still planted on her distasteful white flecked carpet. She yelled a girlish yell, one that was a little frustrated grunt. He thought she would actually stamp her foot. He would like to see that.
"Fine," she said. "Stay. I don't care. I'm not leaving with you, you dumb shit!" Pushing past him, she slammed the door, with her Jason Wu tweed coat swinging behind her. Knocking on her neighbor's door, Jo poked her flaming red hair out, smiling timidly. She was still slightly scared of Blair Waldorf, although her family was loads richer than the Waldorfs. Still, the first time Jo saw Blair, she had told Jo that her hair looked like a nest, and Jo spilled her white out all over Blair's new Tory Burch skirt-on purpose, of course. They had been best friends ever since.
"Everything alright?" Jo asked.
Blair's eyes were shining, as usual when she had just had a good fight. "Wonderful. Let's go out. Drink some Appletinis. We might be able to slip past the bouncers at the Drunken Yodeler. They don't pay any attention anyway." Blair explained. She thought, then nodded, as if everything was decided. Pulling Jo out, they stalked off to the elevator.
Inside the girls' dorm room, Chuck was left alone, as usual. He had traveled all the way from New Hampshire to be ditched for glasses of Bloody Marys. Typical. Normally, he wouldn't take this lying down, he wouldn't be caught with other people anyway, but this was Blair. He didn't love her, no. But she was like a magnet. That's just the way Albert Einstein created it. Or whoever realized magnets could stick to fridges.
He shuffled over to Blair's bed. He could tell who's was who's. The prim but plain bed with a homemade quilt was Jo Astor's, and the prim and proper one with lace and blue tinted mosquito netting around it was Blair's. Blair would never own anything homemade. It had to be from Bendel's home department, or she wouldn't even look at it. He pulled the netting back, and lay down. It smelled like patchouli and lilacs. And hairspray. He took off his shoes, and curled up. He wish he had that familiar feeling of someone running their hand up and down your back when you're feeling slightly sick. But his mother was too depressed to do that, and Bart didn't have time. Even if he did, he wouldn't do something like. The Bass's had to be steel strong. Snuggling in deeper, he fell asleep. Of course, he had to make himself disappear in the morning. He couldn't linger.
He was not weak. Even with his father six feet under, he had to show his father how strong he could be. He would not cripple over a girl.
A/N~ Hey, I hope you realize that for the past 2 chapters, Blair has used the insult, "You dumb shit!" That was what Chris said in the horror movie, Carrie. Chris was the blonde mean girl, remember? It's a great horror film. :D! Click the green reveiw button, because I said so...lolz.
Fashion
I try to incoparate fashion into my stories as it is so important to the series. Unfortunately, the links don't work. So if you want to see the fashion I have chosen, follow my lead!
Blair's coat: Go to bergdorfgoodmandotcom. Then click on Designer Collections. Go to Coats and find the coat labeled Jason Wu Tweed Coat.