"So, it's true then?"

Cameron's face dropped as he said the words. Here he is, watching the girl he likes holding hands with her jackass ex-boyfriend. Without realizing, he began to see red. The veins on the sides of his forehead were popping out and his breathing quickened. He began turning around to catch the elevator.

Blair was stunned, she was caught in a rather awkward situation that was totally misunderstood. She began slowly shaking her head, then his words sunk in, and soon she saw the hurt but angry look on his face.

She shrugged her hands that were intertwined with Chuck's, but when he resisted. "Get your hands off me!" He still resisted and tightened his grip on her hands. "Come on Blair, let's show the Brooklynite how to really kiss and swooped down for another brutal kiss.

Blair couldn't deny the small sparks she felt, but it was all wrong. Her head hurt, her hands were throbbing, and this wasn't love to her. She broke away and shoved him as far as she could.

Cameron was just about to break them up, but Blair beat him to it by pushing Chuck away. Her face was unreadable. Tears were flooding out of her eyes and all Cameron wanted to do was comfort her. He could see now that she hadn't wanted this to happen and wasn't trying to get with Chuck after all of this.

"God, Chuck I hate you so much!" Blair shouted and Chuck leaned against the staircase railing and simply smirked.

"That's not what you said last night, kitten." His eyes were directly locked with Cameron, hoping he would get the message, which he did.

"That's it, I'm out!" Cameron raised his arms and shot a disappointed look at Blair and stalked towards the elevator.

Just as Blair was about to mutter a quick, 'what the hell' to Chuck, she realized what he was doing and ran towards the elevator to Cameron.

"Cameron, no! He's lying; you know I wouldn't do that to you, to Dan. Don't give him the satisfaction; you're better than that Cameron." Blair frantically grasped Cameron's shoulder's desperately hoping he would believe her. The worst part was that she could feel Chuck's eyes burning into her back.

Cameron didn't know what to think, but he needed to get out of there, away from him. He barely even knew the guy, and already hated him as much, if not more than Blair did. He hated everything Chuck stood for, womanizing, no respect, and manipulation to the worst extent. Now, he could see that Blair had stood by him all that time, despite that.

"I'm pretty sure you gave him enough satisfaction last night Blair."

Blair looked completely dumbfounded. How could he possibly believe that she had slept with Chuck last night, well the blast and now this was enough proof for him but she hoped to her core that somewhere deep down inside of him, he didn't believe it.

Cameron finally got into the elevator and disappeared from the Waldorf Penthouse. Blair was left panting with tears racing down her face, with Chuck perched on the stairs.

Standing up, Chuck descended down, "I'm surprised, Brooklyn Boy actually has a sense of humor." He reached the bottom and approached Blair. Blair realized he was coming towards him and quickly put her hands up. "What, the hell was that?" She could feel her neck getting hot and the steam reaching her ears.

"That right there, was me, winning."

"And Brooklyn Boy has a name, Cameron but I assume you know that with how much you're probably investigating with your PIs."

"True, but now that he's out of the picture, I think it's time we give, us a go now."

"Wait, what? Are you kidding me? We…" she pointed between herself and Chuck." Are never going to happen again. With all of the shit you pulled, I don't think I can even look at you right now."

She stayed true to what she said and hadn't looked at him directly in the eye yet. He looked confused for a moment and reached for her face.

"Wait, Blair I thought th-"

"You thought wrong. Please, get out of here; I can't even stomach the thought of you."

She pressed her hand to her forehead, suddenly feeling sick. She was overheated due to her stress and what had just happened. She took a few deep breaths and composed herself. Chuck had the faintest look of concern.

"Are you alright?" He saw the redness on Blair's hands from his grasp and suddenly felt a wave of guilt crash upon him.

"Oh my God, Blair, I'm so sorry, Shit, I didn't mean to hurt you…"

"Really? You didn't mean to hurt me, Chuck that's all you're good at, hurting me. Don't you get it; this is why I avoided you for so long. This is why I enjoy spending time with Dan or Cameron. They want to be with me for who I am, and don't spend every waking moment deciding what's the next thing they can do to hurt me. Sure you apologize for my hand, but that doesn't make any of the past things you have done go away, not even one, not at all."

"Blair you don't mean that." He reached for her hands subconsciously and she backed away, her eyes held a certain fear in them and the tears started flowing again.

"GET THE FUCK OUT! NOW!"

She had finally blown up, all of her pent up emotions had finally overflowed. Her scream echoed off the marble floors, and it was like you could hear it prolonged for another minute. It sent chills up Blair's spine.

Chuck looked at her with shock. He still couldn't comprehend that he had made her this way. He felt instantly bad for almost touching her hands again and causing her to fear him. In his twisted mind, he believed that once he got Cameron out of her mind, she would realize that he was still there, waiting for her, and that she belonged with him. But what he still had to realize that all of his past actions were the reason she left him in the first place.

So, silently he agreed. He began walking towards the elevator, pressed the button, and once it arrived stepped in. The last thing she saw was a look of what almost looked like regret. But Chuck Bass doesn't regret anything.

Blair stood in the middle of the marble floor. Staring into space, she tried to think of where her life went wrong. Whimpering, she made her way up the stairs and walked into her bedroom. She ripped her dress off and threw it on the ground.

She threw the covers off of her bed and crawled inside of it. Her pillow was gradually getting wetter and blacker due to her tears, - and mascara, she really needed to start buying waterproof. Laying there she decided, that Blair Waldorf was everything without Chuck Bass.

AN: I made this one shorter, because I felt this and the confrontation was a lot of emotions all over the place. Hope you enjoyed it, and please review. Also, if you hadn't already, please take a look at my other stories. It makes me feel special LOL. Thanks, love you guys.