Blair had just walked out of Bendel's after a major headband binge. The familiar brown and white striped bags always put her in the right state of mind. She hadn't seen Cameron or Dan in about two days. She did miss them terribly, but there were some days where she just wanted to be alone. The warm sun was beating down on her, and she felt secure. Suddenly she felt an all too familiar cold chill make its way up her spine. She paused staring at some stupid building dressed in graffiti.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Blair Waldorf, where's your Brooklyn posse?"

"Chuck." She turned around to face him. He was in his signature suit with a blue tie, and his hair was tousled but something in his eyes wasn't there. Something was off.

"Ran out of whores?" Blair said snidely.

"It seems you have?" Chuck countered.

"What? I don't sleep around Chuck, you know that." Blair said extremely knowingly.

"Oh really, I would think rebounding with Nate, Jack, Carter, then Jack again would make it seem quite the opposite, and now with that Cameron joke and Humphrey."

All she wanted to do was to scream at him, just tell him that she hadn't slept with Jack the second time. He didn't deserve to know that, at all. Wait…why was he coming closer?

He stalked closer to her and backed her into a corner on the side street closest. She was pressed against the brick wall, slightly uncomfortably.

"Chuck, what are you doing?"

"Taking what's mine. You see Blair, I don't care for your whorish behavior, but I'll have you anyway I can have you."

Suddenly, he swooped in and kissed her very deeply. He was basically devouring her mouth ignoring her grunts of protest. His hand signaled to the photographer waiting in the shadows to take a quick picture.

"C-Chuck! Get the hell away from me!"

Blair had finally fought her way out of his grasp. She was panting with exhaustion, and she was dizzy. Life shouldn't be this way. She gave Chuck the most hurtful face, even though she had no idea of the picture he had just taken.

" I hate you." She said dejectedly, but strongly all the same.

That caught Chuck off guard, he was expecting a 'You're heinous' or 'You disgust me', not…that. His face fell momentarily but he quickly recovered. She wasn't going to win this one.

"The feeling's mutual." Chuck said quite convincingly.

But she was already storming away. This was just too much. It was like as if he's lost everything.

The photographer came over and asked him in a scruffy voice.

"Mr. Bass would you like me to continue with what we planned?"

When you have nothing left, what do you have to lose?

"Yes, send it."

Blair crashed into her room, her bags flying all over the room. She fell down onto her bed and lay there for about two minutes. Soon, she got up and sat at her vanity and stared at herself. Did she look like a whore? She didn't even know anymore. She studied her face. Her red lips lacked the mystery and lusciousness. Her winged eye lacked superiority. The arch in her eyebrow made no impact.

Sighing she sat up, and examined her body. She was thin, almost too thin. All she could see is what she thought Chuck saw. To her in his eyes she was a curvy whore with huge thighs and flabby arms. She rubbed her arms subconsciously until they became warm, and the glow of her bathroom seemed more inviting than ever. Just once, just once and it won't happen again.

You could hear the water running.

About twenty minutes, later trying to regain her composure, she returned to her vanity. The corners of her eyes were leaking and her lips were quivering. Blair put her palm to her cheek and started shaking. She moved her hand to the hollow of her throat and began weeping. She was almost gasping for air, once she finished, she looked into her reflection only to meet a blank stare, a lifeless blank stare.

Cameron was sitting with Nate at the lacrosse field just chatting and updating each other on recent schoolwork. Cameron thought Nate was a good guy, a great lacrosse player, just not the sharpest tool in the shed. While, Nate thought Cameron was the second coming of Jesus. Nate-fused. Both had coffee in hand and were laughing just like guys do, crack the occasional dirty joke and talk about the new hot professor on campus.

Nate would occasionally have the wandering eye and look at some of the cute girls. Cameron couldn't even get his mind off Blair let alone look at another girl. He was whipped, completely and utterly whipped.

"Dude, I think that chick must be from Brazil, I mean look at that tan, man."

"Yeah…I know. So, have you talked to Blair lately. How is she?" Cameron thought out loud.

"Who said anything about Blair? Man, you must really be digging' her. It's worth it though, all of the constant thoughts, sleepless nights. "Nate said reminiscently, he could remember the feeling after him and Blair had broken up, how he wanted her back, then got her back, and lost her again.

Cameron just stared. What the hell was Nate talking about? Sure, he did have running thoughts about Blair all the time, and he thought the dreams were just a coincidence.

"Oh yeah, Cameron, you know Blair and I dated right?"

"Yeah…kind of. How serious were you two?" Cameron asked nervously.

"Well, we were almost engaged at some point in time." Nate said shaking his head almost as if remembering painful memories.

Oh. Because that's normal.

Cameron really couldn't even keep up with this crowd anymore. Nate and him continued chatting until his phone signaled a message from Gossip Girl. Blair mentioned it to him, and he figured if she had it, it served some purpose. What he say left him shocked.

The picture of Chuck kissing Blair.

Hey kids, looks like a reunion Audrey would be proud of. C and B back together. Looks like some things never change. Wonder what B's knights have to say about their Queen's new suitor.

You know you love me. X O X O Gossip Girl.

The picture burned his eyes, didn't she like Dan? This girl was too hard to read. He needed to get this straight. He owed her that much. Even Nate agreed that in most cases, these things weren't what they seemed to be.

Blair was napping when she was awoken by the ringtone of Moon River reminding her of the grim reality she lived in. She groaned and opening her phone, the same message.

"Oh…my God."

She raced out of bed into her closet and pulled on a black dress, simple but not drab. Popping on some purple suede pumps she zoomed down the stairs only to meet a sarcastic smirk at the bottom of her steps.

"You. What the hell is your problem, you have no place here. Get out, you've already ruined my life, go ruin someone else's." Blair seethed.

"Au contraire, I'm actually doing that right now."

"You pathetic excuse for a man, Cameron –and even Humphrey deserve better than this. They may be lower than us or live on that damn island, but they are better people than you will ever be."

"You really think so. Huh?" Chuck was getting angry and even more frustrated and was starting to challenge her. He took a hold of her hands and wouldn't let go and his gaze was burning into her soul.

"Let go of me."

"No."

"Chuck."

"Blair."

The elevators opened revealing a smiling Cameron, whose smile quickly faded when he saw Chuck's hands covering Blair's.

"So it's true then?" Cameron said with sad disbelief.

Blair's face became filled with panic. Here she was with her crazy ex boyfriend and the guy she really liked.

Well, shit.

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