16 hours ago those same words had been dismissed without a second thought. He'd effortlessly pulled out the rug from beneath Blair Waldorf's feet, he'd never been one to tow the line—no matter how finely manicured it may be. No, Dan Humphrey needed a cause to fight for and Blair Waldorf was more commonly the cause to be avoided.
16 hours ago.
His thumb traced the keypad, fifteen minutes and he still hadn't formed an intelligible response. So much for being a writer, but text messages should hardly register he reasoned with a sardonic grimace.
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The message had been sent, and unless the world suffered from some earth-shattering devastation within moments, it would be there with its flashing lights. Blair huffed at the offense, and shut off her own betraying device. She was not waiting on Dan Humphrey; she would check her messages at her own leisure in the morning… If she even deigned to check, she had a grand life to lead after all; a life that a certain Brooklynite should never have been a part of in the first place. A life that no Brooklynite should be a part of.
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Forty minutes really was too long to wrack his brain over a text message. He should just shut off the insipid device and be done with it; the empty box only served to mock his mislaid common sense.
"We are not done here."
"Yeah, we are."
It'd been quick and easy, he'd barely even considered the choice before he had said it. She walked away, and he'd been in the same boat he'd been in before she had appeared so suddenly. The place where Humphreys were not friends with Waldorfs, and there weren't sideliners popping up to pronounce everything with their skewed and twisted up logic. Because wasn't it only in his worst nightmares that he could possibly be something with Blair Waldorf.
He'd watched her walk away and it was a sight he should've been used to; Blair Waldorf leaving Lonely Boy in her wake. Another shift he hadn't noticed until too many shared popcorns, rants about obtuse exes, and friendly debates on every subject; they had been altered.
"I'll be living out my nightmare: trapped in the city with only Blair Waldorf to talk to." Nénette may have been a coincidence, but there were ten too many flukes to fill out that justification beyond believability.
One kiss and he was supposed to know without a doubt.
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Blair flung the sleeping mask from her face as soon as it was prevalent she'd be getting no more sleep. 5am never looked as hellish as it did now. Neither was her brain the ordered, smooth-running machine she prided herself on. Two members of the opposite sex had done a number on her psyche, though if pressed upon she'd only admit to the one.
Yes, Chuck Bass had blown in with Serena at the strike of midnight. Serena could do little to buffer his raging bull routine, and Blair had stood transfixed at the spot. Then she was being wrapped in a hug by her best friend, but it was over as soon as it started and Serena was all ready half way up the stairs before Blair even noticed. Heavy breathing garnered attention, and Blair saw Chuck run his hand through his hair. It never took long for him to get absolutely disheveled.
It had taken an hour before she was able to get anything out of Chuck, and most of that had just been the means to lose steam. She didn't have much of a part to play, but there was no such thing as a minor role to Blair Waldorf not when it came to Chuck Bass.
Then he was gone, 'don't want to inconvenience you any longer, I'll return tomorrow. Thanks for lending an ear. You're always there for me, Blair. Thank you.'
And her skin had gone from cold to hot, because before Chuck had arrived, if Chuck hadn't arrived… She had kissed Dan Humphrey, and it had had nothing to do with Chuck. She had kissed Dan, and she didn't want that to do with Chuck.