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"Dad?" Dan shouted now in his house.

"Back so soon?" Rufus asked looking up from the t.v.

"It's Jenny. She ran off." Dan informed him.

"God dammit..." He murmured while pulling on his coat. "Where do you think she went?"
"I don't know. Nate is out looking for her too."

Once the two made it out on the street they scanned the large crowds on the street, both calling Jenny's cell phone.

Dan's phone vibrated and he quickly saw the Gossip Girl Text. "Dad, she got her haircut…"

The father and son exchanged confused glances before starting towards the hair cuttery.

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Nate saw the Gossip Girl blast and he too was walking towards the nearest hair cut place he could find.

Nate was at a loss. He expected Jenny to be at some other place instead of getting her hair cut now. But Jenny was brave and she would do whatever she pleased, he knew that.

A week ago he and Jenny started going out. At first it was awkward, because of the slight age difference. Somehow, dating someone younger is a lot weirder than dating someone older like Catherine.

Eventually, they got used to it and it was fun. Often times, they laid sprawled on the Humphrey's floor playing board games and just having fun, not a care in the world.

He longed for those times again, but the loss of someone caused everything to change.

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Jenny's phone was ringing nonstop so she turned it off. Couldn't they understand that she wanted alone time? Honestly, she felt like a child that wandered off and her parents are chasing after her. She was responsible!

Jenny entered a McDonald's and headed for the bathroom inside. She opened her new eyeliner and began to trace her eyes until dark circles surround them. It looked awesome. She fixed her hair and smiled at herself in the mirror.

Her old red sweater ruined the look, but she would go shopping eventually. A mother and her little child entered the bathroom and they stared at her. She smiled at them from the mirror and they quickly ducked into the stall.

Old Jenny, meet New Jenny.

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Blair fumed. Serena was gone; this was making her so upset. Chuck was stalking her; and this was making her angry as hell.

Apparently, Chuck had talked to Dorota. She had agreed with him to let him into the house whenever he wanted so he could keep an eye in Blair and her "condition."

Blair was perfectly fine! She hasn't only purposely thrown up in such a long time except for the two recent times. But she was positive that it was done and over with. Besides, she was so moody she hasn't eaten a single thing in awhile…and she felt fine.

Blair paced her room. She had to prove to Chuck she was done with that phase, without having to be too close to him. She wouldn't be able to handle it. She would probably start screaming at him and everything. But it was okay because Blair had class. So instead, she will just ignore him.

Someone knocked on her door. It was probably goddamn bastard checking on her once again.

"Go away." Blair called sitting on the edge of her bed.

"It's me Miss Blair." Dorota answered sweetly.

"Oh…alright Dorota you can come in." She was safe for now.

Dorota entered the room carrying a silver tray of fruit and juice.

"Dorota! I thought I told you not to give me food right now!" Blair scolded refusing to even look at the fruits.

"Miss Blair, you have to eat. Eventually you'll wither away. We don't want that."

"There goes my plan." Blair said rolling her eyes.

"Blair." Chuck entered the room now.

Shoot me now, Blair thought.

"Stay away from me Chuck." Blair warned.

Dorota placed the tray on her counter before walking out.

"Eat." He said taking the tray and sitting it next to her.

Blair glared at him. He was never going to leave. She'll just have to please him, to some extent of course.

She picked up a plump strawberry and took a bite of the end.

"Satisfied?" She asked.

"No." He stared at her, not blinking, not moving. A statue. This infuriated her.

"Chuck! Leave! Now! I am not some child that needs to be watched. I'll eat fine! I'll eat everything Dorota serves me if you just get the hell out of my life!" Blair screamed. She threw open her door waiting for him to leave.

"Fine. Just know, I'll be watching." He left. She groaned and slammed the door shut. Blair was pissed. She picked up random things and started throwing the around the room.

Blair stopped and glanced at herself in the mirror. She began to sob, but only for a shirt time. She hated crying. Blair felt helpless when she did.

She changed out of her silk nightgown into a cocktail dress. Blair was going out.