Chapter VI
And All I Can Breathe Is Your Life
Well, well, well. We haven't had a catfight like this since Serena and Blair were last on the outs. Better watch out C I hear B has some mean claws. xoxo GG.
By the last bell Chuck had drunk half of his flask. Nathanial had messaged him, pulling out on lunch for some lame lacrosse meeting. Chuck had wasted away his time sitting on the wall near the steps, alternating between sipping good liquor and taking a hit from a joint, his blurry eyes ever vigilant to any sign of teacher activity. He was still feeling disgruntled from this morning events, nothing had gone as planned and that was not something Chuck Bass dealt well with. When he orchestrated a scheme he expected results, including wonder and awe. Instead he was left with a bitter taste in his mouth and a slight nipping of doubt on the edge of his conscience. Perhaps he should have listened to Eric and left Martin alone. He pushed those doubts aside however, he knew that in their world you always matched blow for blow. Besides revenge was sweet, Eric just needed some time to realise that. Chuck reassured himself that the younger boy would come around soon; after all he was Chuck Bass and he always knew best.
At the end of sixth period Chuck was ready to drag himself to his comfortable limo, cruise to 1812, empty a few bottles and call up a few familiar girls. Instead, as he slammed his locker door shut and carelessly slung his satchel over his shoulder, he turned around to be met with Nate standing behind him watching him expectantly.
"What do you want?" he growled, he was not in the mood to be admonished yet again that day. He didn't think he'd done anything to Nate, but who knew what people would choose to blame on him.
"Woah, what's up with you?" Nate asked, raising up his hands in mock surrender and giving an easygoing smile.
Chuck sighed, trying to recompose himself. "I was chained to a chair and forced to listen to an old bag drone on about irrelevant facts. What do you thinks up?"
"So just school then?" Nate quipped.
"Don't you have another lacrosse meeting to attend?" Chuck asked sarcastically. He was slightly annoyed that Nate had blown him off to listen about stupid game plays. "Perhaps you have to go wash each other's hair in the showers?"
"Didn't know it was that time of month again," Nate said deadpan. It was rare for him to ever make a jibe at Chuck's expense, Chuck felt slightly foolish.
"Wow Nathanial you made a funny," he managed to drawl a beat too late, raising his eyebrows in mock appreciation. "So how can I be of service exactly? Carter Baizen co-erced you into yet another poker game?" He knew it was a low blow, and he regretted saying it as soon as it left his lips. Once he did a favour for a true friend, he rarely ever brought it up, but right then he wasn't feeling at his best.
"I just thought we could go to the A&DC together," Nate said, his brows furrowing slightly, his mouth turning down. "But if you're going to act like a jerk all afternoon..." he turned as if to go.
"Wait," Chuck called out after a minute of struggling with himself, following after Nate down the corridor. Chuck shrugged off his initial instinct to let Nate walk away and stand on his Bass pride. He had enough people annoyed with him today; even though he wouldn't admit it he needed at least one guy on his side, especially his best friend. "I've had a rough day Nathanial, I regret being so harsh. Can we just forget about it and move on?"
Nate paused for a second, trying to maintain his frown, but it slipped away from him as it was all too apt in doing. "Its okay man, we're cool," he sighed, giving in.
"So where exactly is this depraved meeting being held?" Chuck queried as they continued down the emptying boys corridor.
"Art room," Nate grunted, "And I don't mean to dash your hopes but I don't think it's going to be very depraved."
"When I get there it will be," Chuck leered. "Which is why I'm glad you changed your mind about joining the committee. But despite myself, I don't think it was my stirring speech this morning which convinced you. So who was it exactly Nathanial, that appealed to your better senses?" He was looking at Nate carefully now, watching his friend. Just as he suspected Nate's ears reddened slightly, it was the telltale sign of girl involvement, one girl in particular.
"I just thought it would look good on my college ap," Nate said evasively, looking down at his sneakers. "Besides I had to have my bro's back. We've got to protect our legacy and all that right?"
"Right," Chuck drawled, a cynical smirk on his lips, but he didn't push Nate further.
"So, what exactly is this party going to involve, besides booze?" Chuck's blonde counterpart queried, transparently making an effort to change the subject quickly. He shifted his sports laden bag onto his other shoulder.
"I haven't fleshed out the details yet, but it will be wondrous," Chuck noted, a spark of mischief flickering in his eyes. "I was thinking we could start throwing ideas around this weekend? I'm thinking lots of girls, lots of booze, and Victrola."
"Sounds cool," Nate replied rather lamely. He had never really enjoyed organising things, that was more Blair and Chuck's thing. In simpler times, when they were the Non Judging Breakfast Club (Blair's title for them typically) Serena and Nate used to sit around and make paper aireplanes while the two brunettes sat at the end of the table, heads bent together over a spiral notebook, snarky comments back and forth in between formulating ideas.
Nate did however enjoy going to parties, and after last years disastrous end, and this years unpromising beginning, perhaps a celebration would do them all good. It might even be nice to do something completely rebellious, maybe Nate would start feeling like a teenager again and less like a burdened adult, with all his family problems on his shoulders.
"Nathaniel, this is the art room isn't it?" Chuck interrupted Nate's thoughts with raised eyebrows. He was standing in front of a closed door a few steps behind Nate, looking at him curiously. Nate realised he had kept on walking blindly, lost in musings, and blushed.
"Yeah, sorry I was just thinking about...you know lacrosse."
"Sure," Chuck shook his head, he would never understand Nate's love for sport. Chuck only loved one kind of sport, hunting, and that usually (though not always) ended up in a bed with expensive sheets.
"Well are you going in?" Nate prompted as Chuck still stood in front of the door. It was rare if ever Chuck hesitated and waited for his friend to make the first move.
"Ladies first," he drawled, putting out his hand to indicate Nate should go ahead. Nate shook his head at the jibe, but went ahead and opened the door, stepping into the room.
Nate had never voluntarily joined a committee in his life, and he was still wondering what he was doing even as he stepped through the door. Everyone knew committees were usually filled with a category of three people. There were the over achievers, with sights set squarely on Ivy League schools. That included Blair and her minions. There was then those who joined in a last desperate attempt to get something on their college applications, Serena a prime example. Then there were what the social hierarchy termed losers, people who actually cared about lame topics like this, or who joined committees solo with no backup. That group would include Dan Humphrey, who was sitting in a corner by himself stabbing viscously at his notepad with his pen.
Nate immediately noticed Blair and her minions Penolope, Izz and Nelly Yuki. They were sitting at desks in the plum middle of the room, it was hard not to notice them. Blair was poised on a desk, positioned higher as always. Penelope immediately looked up when Nate entered the room and gave him a coy smile, which he didn't even notice. His eyes immediately pinpointed Serena. She was sitting in a chair at the back of the room, and sure enough Damien was sitting next to her, his head close to hers whispering something. Nate started gritting his teeth involuntarily at the sight. Dan's violent behaviour towards his notepad seemed understandable now.
"Well it looks like everyone I despise has been gathered into one room," Chuck drawled, coming in behind Nate and looking less then pleased with the turn out. "I do believe hell on earth has finally been actualized."
"Yeah looks like it," Nate muttered, his eyes planted on Serena. He was so absorbed he didn't notice the brief look that passed between Blair and Chuck as she looked up and realised he was there. She quickly flicked her hair disdainfully and said something to Penelope, who laughed on cue. Chuck's clenched his fist, his jaw tightening dangerously.
Before either of them could approach the object of their dissatisfaction the supervisory teacher, who up to now had been sitting at the desk reading a paper, made himself known.
"Mr. Bass how nice of you to join us finally," Mr Pieser intoned dryly. He was a stern man in his late forties. He had a trim white beard and resembled something of a goat. He had small spectacles perched on a nose, and a tendency to look over them in an intimidating way and expouse sarcasm which no one appreciated. "I suppose our meeting can begin now that you have graced us with your presence."
"Always happy to oblige sir," Chuck shot him a sour smile. "And must I say what a terrific turnout. I think this is going to be a a real credit to your name."
"Sit down," Mr Pieser said, like most teachers who abused their positions he did not like the tables being turned on him. He rose from his seat and settled his old suit jacket, watching as Nate, tugging a smirking Chuck along, slid into some seats a row in front of Dan. Blair also slid down from the table and into a chair at his look.
"Now ladies and gentlemen," he said formally addressing the class of nine as if it was a hall of thirty. "I know some of you may think this very amusing," with this he shot a look at Chuck. "But Mistress Queller has been very adamant that this is done right and properly. So I hope that you all take this committee seriously. She wishes for the assembly to occur within two week without a hitch, and I am here to ensure it does occur without one single hitch." With this he looked at Chuck again, then for some odd reason at Dan, who had been scribbling something in his notebook absentmindedly. Realising there was a pause in the speech Dan glanced up, and turned red as he noticed Mr Pieser eyeing him distastefully, along with the rest of the students. He quickly shut his notebook, his pen clattering awkwardly to the floor. Blair rolled her eyes at the pathetic Brooklynite as Nelly Yuki giggled.
Mr Pieser cleared his throat, frowning at Dan but didn't comment further. "Now I've decided that to maintain the solemnity of this topic matter, you should each split into partners and come up with sensible ideas for the assembly," he continued as if he hadn't been interrupted. Nothing could stop him once he started going. "And to prevent any time wastage, I'll put you into partners."
There was a grumble from the class at this. Who did Mr Pieser think they were, grade school children? Blair opened her mouth to protest.
"Quiet," Mr Pieser roared angrily. He glanced down at the list of students who had signed up on his desk. "Katherine you're with Isabel, Penelope, Nelly Yuki." The four girls smiled in relief, then quickly tried to turn their triumph into concern as Blair glared at them, and then scanned her eyes, disgruntled, around the room. "Donell Humphrey you can go with Damien _."
Blair was biting her lip now, Chuck watched her with interest, highly amused as she determinedly avoided his gaze. He found himself wishing for, yet dreading the words that may come out of Mr Pieser's lips in the next second, with equal measure.
"Nathaniel and..." Mr Pieser looked up now, glancing at Chuck who was trying not to look hopeful sitting next to Nate, and at Blair, who was desperately glancing at Serena and mouthing something. "Ms Van der Woodsen," he intoned. The words fell out of his mouth like a gavel, sealing Chuck and Blair's fate. Chuck kept a smirk planted on his face as Blair gave a little inaudible moan, he could tell she was resisting the urge to bury her head in her hands. "That leaves Mr Bass and Ms Waldorf." Mr Pieser seemed very satisfied with this arrangement. He often delighted in separating friends, many students wondered if it was because he was in a friendless state the creep.
"Now I want you to start working on your projects for the rest of this hour. The aim is to present something that deals with the adverse affects of-," and with this he actually got out one of the whiteboard markers and started scrawling on the board. "Alcohol and drugs." He scrawled the words with messy cursor, the red marker looked washed out on the smudged board.
"That can either be a skit, a play, a powerpoint presentation, or any other media outlet... according to Ms Queller." His lips pursed as he lent over and read the instructions slowly from a sheet lying on his desk. He was a traditionalist teacher, Chuck guessed if it was up to him he'd probably make them all write agonizingly long essays then read them out to the whole school in an attempt to embarrass them and break their souls. Not that anyone could break Chuck's soul, but he was sure that would come close. "The best pitch will be presented in the assembly. Yes Mr Bass?"
Chuck lowered a hand he had been raising near the end of the speech. He was just about to voice a smartass quip when he noticed a certain strawberry blonde standing at the door. The quip died on his lips, and instead he sat back and let his eyes soak in the sight.
"Vi-Ms Reeve," Mr Pieser stuttered as he followed Chuck's gaze and noticed her standing in a particularly tight pencil skirt at the door. "How can I...?"
Chuck didn't fail to notice his blush and he made a derisive noise with his tongue. He could not believe old Pieser had a crush on someone, especially someone he had recently become very acquainted with. Pieser's glared at Chuck furiously, his whole face turning red, but he quickly turned his attention back to Ms Reeve as she began to talk.
"I think someone haz been playing with ze sulphur stores again," she said, her French accent very apparent. "Please you could help me Louis?"
"O...of course," he said, taking off his glasses unconsciously and rubbing them against his old suit, as if they had steamed up. There was a slight titter from the back of the room, Chuck glanced over lazily and he saw Serena trying to turn her laugh into a cough. He caught her eye smirking and recognised the slight twinkle of mischief in them. When she smiled back he felt something stir, almost resembling the camaraderie of troublemakers they once used to share before she left for boarding school and things became very complicated. But then she seemed to remember that she was angry at him, her blue eyes turned to ice, the smile died on her lips and she quickly flicked her hair, turning her head and whispering something to Damien in the obvious act of ignoring him. Chuck felt his own smirk die, and he quickly turned his attention to Mr Pieser, who was looking even more red faced and was struggling to get place his glasses back on his nose.
"I'll be waiting Louis," Mr Reeves said, pouting slightly as he fumbled with his glasses. She turned and walked away, the boys in the room (even Dan Humphrey) had their eyes trained on her shapely assets.
"Well people," Mr Pieser barked, clearing his throat and glaring at them all. "Get to work then. I want to see an outline of something on a piece of paper by the time I get back." The or else was implied by his frosty gaze. He then turned and walked out of the room, more in a hurry then the situation required Chuck would say.
"You heard him people," Chuck drawled boredly from his seat, glancing over at the other occupants of the room. "Mr Pieser wants to see an outline of Ms Reeves ass, tut suit."
Nate gave a half hearted snicker, then again he laughed at any words that were remotely dirty, he was still so juvenile. The other girls in the room gave small titters behind hands, trying to looks shocked. Dan shot Chuck a dirty look, but all he noticed was that Blair was refusing to look at him, instead glaring at her paper resolutely, her mouth forming a thin line.
Chuck noticed disinterestedly that a minute later Serena heading out the door, probably heading for the bathroom, and for once this day not with her dogged companion Damien. She too refused to look Chuck's way. He decided to treat her with the same disdain, what did he care if she wasn't talking to him anyway? He could probably do without her dumb blonde comments and whining voice. What Chuck was more concerned with was Blair. While Chuck continued to watch Blair, and she continued to ignore his heated gaze, Nate rose.
"Going somewhere Nathanial?" Chuck queried absently, his eye still trained on Blair's bent head.
"Bathroom," Nate grunted, and headed out the door too. If Chuck had been more observant he might have noted the slight blush creep over Nate's face, as if he was feeling guilty about something, but Chuck only had eyes for Blair right then so he let his friend go without any further interrogation. After another minute passed Blair still hadn't glanced up from her writing, even though he was certain she could feel his eyes on her. He could play it her way, it wasn't like he was interested in even putting half hearted effort into this pathetic farce that was a committee, but since when did he ever make things easy for either of them?
Making the decision he got up languidly, dragging his satchel with him he walked right up to her before he could even think, a superior smirk on his lips. Penelope and Izz, sitting close by and checking something on gossip girl both looked up curiously. Chuck ignored them, his eyes only for one girl.
"Hello darling," he drawled, dragging out each syllable until it came out like a deep seductive growl. She stiffened slightly, he always knew how to play his cards right. She didn't look up though, it just made the game all that more fun. "Is that a love letter you're writing?" he enquired sardonically, placing his hands on either side of her desk and leaning forward. She quickly lent back in her chair at this physical imposition.
"Get off my desk Basshole," she said distinctly, trying to keep her cool though she looked like she wanted to tears his eyes out with her perfectly shaped nails.
"But didn't you hear Mr Pieser, we're partners, we have to do things together," his tone and leer suggested they were very inappropriate things.
Blair was visibly gritting her teeth now, trying to maintain a semblance of control in front of her minions. One sign of weakness and Blair would be fodder for the vultures that were her followers. Chuck revelled in his power, leaning even closer, her perfume, typically Chanel No 5, permeating his nose.
"Get off my desk Bass," she hissed to him, meeting his gaze with a murderous look.
"Or what Waldorf?" he queried, smirking.
Suddenly Blair gave him a perfectly sweet smile.
"Or this," she enunciated, and he felt a very hard shoe swing from under the desk and kick his shin, hard.
He swore loudly, jumping back from Blair's desk at the pain. Blair cocked her head to the side, and raised an eyebrow just so, as if to say what else did you expect?
Chuck could have let it go, conceded her victory, and gone right back to teasing her in some other way, perhaps leaning over her desk from behind. It wasn't like Blair hadn't done similar forms of physical abuse over the years they had been friends. But then Chuck heard a male snicker from the corner of the classroom, he glanced up and saw Dan Humphrey laughing at him. It was one thing he could not abide. Glancing back at Blair's smug look, he impulsively leant over and did the one thing he knew he would infuriate her above all others. He plucked the perfect red headband from her hair.
Everyone was silent in the class, all eyes on Blair. She sat stock still, her eyes widened, frozen staring at her headband dangling between Chuck's fingers. What did you expect? Chuck's smirk said.
"Give it back Chuck," Blair said, enunciating each word carefully. She reached out her hand, placing it palm forward, as if she just expected him to comply to her command.
"Come and get it," he said just as infuriatingly stubborn.
Blair's mouth twitched down slightly, the only sign that she was losing control.
"Don't be so juvenile," she snapped, her eyes flashing.
"Don't be such a b-"
"Chuck," she snarled warningly, standing now, her eyes darkening. She took a deep breath, suddenly recollecting where she was. She tried to smile again; it came out as a grimace. "That's a designer, so you either buy me a new one, or you give it back."
Chuck knew for a fact Blair would never, ever let a headband go, not without a fight.
"Earn it," he drawled.
He knew as soon as they left his lips they were exactly the right words to make her snap. He could almost hear the audible break as the gates holding Blair's frustration in broke. She stormed around the desk and he quickly put his hand behind his back as she began pushing him hard, forcing him step back with each violent shove.
"Give. It. Back. You. Basshole," she snarled, reiterating each word with a push that sent Chuck reeling. Eventually his back hit the desk and he had to lean onto it as she tried to make a grab for her headband.
Blair lent forward too, trying to reach for the headband as he stretched out across the desk and stretched his arm out as far as it would go.
"Chuck," she was almost pleading now, her voice softer. "Stop it."
He noticed how close they were, her hair fell down, tendrils tickling his nose. He looked up at her wide eyes, almost pleading now, relenting slightly from anger to something else. He noticed she was flushed, and perhaps it wasn't entirely with anger. He felt that familiar electricity between them, feeling control slip from both their fingers, so close to a free fall.
'Kiss me' he mouthed wickedly. 'You know you want to.'
At these words something instantly changed in her. The slight flush turned to an angry red. The slight spark in her eyes flashed dangerously. And suddenly her hand reached out and grabbed his hair, but not in the caressing way Chuck had been hoping for.
"Ow," he howled as she grabbed a fistful of his brown locks and pulled hard. "Waldorf you're going to pull my hair out."
"Good," she exclaimed with viscous satisfaction. She backed up, keeping her firm grip on his hair, and he was forced to rise with her. "Now give me back my headband." She gave his hair another viscous tug, just to support her point.
Chuck had a sneaking suspicion after that he would have relented, luckily for him Mr Pieser walked into the room before their small audience could be witness to his shame.
"Ms Waldorf," Mr Pieser bellowed. He had entered the classroom without anyone noticing; all the students too busy watching Chuck and Blair. "Mr Bass, what the hell is going on here?"
It was testament to his shock and outrage that he used the word hell.
At the sound of the teacher's voice Blair immediately paled, letting go of Chuck's hair instantly she lowered her hands and tried to plaster an innocent doe eyed look on her face. Chuck rubbed the offended spot on his head, straightening up. He was too sore to give Mr Pieser his usual attitude, choosing to pout instead of smirk. Absently he shoved the headband, which was still clutched resolutely in his hand, into the pocket of his blazer, where it hung out conspicuously.
"I can explain..." Blair began, trailing off as she desperately tried to think of a plausible excuse for her behaviour. She was blushing furiously now at Pieser's raised eyebrows and derisive look.
"I'm waiting Ms Waldorf," he said, crossing his arms, his eyebrows so drawn they almost formed one straight line, glaring at her over his spectacles at her.
"We were practicing a skit, for the assembly," Chuck supplied at Blair's unusual helpless silence, straightening the collar of his blazer and assessing subtly the rest of the damage that had resulted from their little tussle.
"A skit for the assembly?" Pieser repeated, his eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline.
"Yes," Blair assented, her voice hoarse.
"And how exactly does it relate to alcohol and drug awareness?" Pieser queried.
"You know, alcohol breeds violence and unreasonable reactions to simple misdemeanours. Much like lust in actual fact," Chuck supplied brazenly, picking imaginary fluff off his cuffs.
Blair shot him a dirty look at the last bit, but didn't disagree with the story he was weaving.
"Nice try Mr Bass," Pieser intoned unimpressed.
"It's the truth, and who's to say any different?" Chuck shrugged unconcerned.
At that Pieser did glance at the rest of the students all of them met his gaze with clueless expressions, even Humphrey. Chuck supposed the Brooklynite had learnt his lesson about keeping his mouth shut from the pool incident.
"Regardless," Pieser snapped, annoyed now. "I doubt Ms Waldorf and your idea coincides with what Ms Queller views as appropriate. I think it's best to separate the both of you. Ms Waldorf you can go with Humphrey, Bass with Damien."
"What?" Blair squeaked slightly, shocked at the sudden turn of events.
Chuck tried to look unconcerned, though he was disappointed that he wouldn't have more one on one time to work on Blair.
"No arguments," Pieser snapped as Blair opened her mouth to deliver one of her persuasive wheedling speeches she was so apt at making to teachers. He turned to the class, blatantly ignoring Blair's glare. "You all know your projects, now I want an outline of your ideas by next Monday. You're free to go."
There's was the ruffle of books and the scrape of chairs as they few students remaining exited the classroom, glancing at Chuck and Blair as they left. Her minions had particularly confused looks on their faces. Chuck noted Dan refused to look at them, though he looked highly amused and disgusted in equal parts at the whole thing.
"Mr Pieser," Blair began again, approaching the teacher as he picked up his briefcase.
"I said you can leave Ms Waldorf," he said, with that he turned and walked out the door, leaving a stunned Blair behind.
Blair turned at the sound of a low chuckle emanating from the only other person left in the classroom, Chuck.
"Finding this funny Basshole?" she snapped.
"Yes," he replied simply, grinning. "Especially since now you get lumped with Humdrum Humphrey, have fun with that by the way."
Instead of a snappy retort like he expected Blair's eyes examined him with a sad air of someone who knew that this was all she was going to get, yet had still somehow hoped for something more.
"Why do you always have to spoil everything Chuck?" she finally said quietly, he looks at her surprised at her tone.
"I'm not the one who walked away remember," he says it harshly, glaring at her.
"I'm not the one who ruined us," she snapped this time, eyes flashing, she glared at him. "I'm not the one who couldn't even say three simple little words..."
"One mistake and you're going to hold it over my head for the rest of our lives?" Chuck asked incredulously.
"It wasn't just a mistake Chuck, it was everything," she said coldly. She grabbed her red bag from the desk and turned to head for the door, her heels clicking furiously against the floorboards.
"Blair wait," he called out, striding forward quickly he grabbed her arm, determined not to watch her walk away yet again. "I'm not done," he snapped.
"Well I am," she snarled as he forced her to turn around and face him. "Let me go Chuck."
"No," he said, determined this time. "Not until you admit that we're meant to be together."
"Let go you coward," Blair snarled, saying the one thing he knew would infuriate him. She pushed him hard with her free hand. Chuck grabbed it automatically, pinning both her arms to her sides his dark eyes met hers, both enraged. And then suddenly his mouth was on hers, and her previously resistant body melted into his arms.
It was exactly like the courtyard. Nothing else mattered in the world but her. Nothing else was in the world but her. She was everything, everywhere. Her perfume invading his nose, her very presence enveloping him in warmth and heat. All he could smell, feel, see, taste and breathe was her. Every sense he had was overpowered by Blair Cornelia Waldorf, and it was intoxicating.
Still kissing, but wanting so much more, Chuck backed towards the desk, and she complied. When he felt the wood hit his back he lay against the empty surface, pulling her down on top of him. She didn't seem to mind at all, he was pleased to note the desk was hardly enough to take their combined weight. That could lead to some very interesting future make out sessions at school, with Blair of course.
"Chuck, no," she murmured pulling away from him slightly as his fingers familiarly reached for the buttons of her blouse.
"Why not?" he growled, feeling the heat radiate through his body and hers, burning them both from within. He persisted in fumbling with the button, a feeling of desperation causing his moves to be uncharacteristically clumsy, all the while continuing to layer kiss upon kiss from Blair's lips to her neck.
"No," she reiterated, firmer this time as he actually got the first button undone and moved to the second. She quickly grabbed his hand with some effort of will and pushed it away. "I can't."
He realised then, she didn't want to be caught in class with her blouse unbuttoned. It wasn't seemly or respectable, she had never liked undressing in public places, not her upper clothing at least. He on the other hand didn't have any such reservations.
"No," she said as he moved to remove his own button obstacles. She absently grabbed his other hand and pinned it lightly to the table, all the while making her own way to his ear with her lips. "I can't," she whispered now, into his ear.
"Why not?" he queried hoarsely, slightly confused, but enjoying the sensation of her light rapid breathe tickling his eardrum. "Tell me what I can do?"
"Show me," she whispered into his ear, pausing. He can feel her lips curl into a little satisfied smile, pressed against his burning skin. "Show me you want to be with me, show me I mean everything to you."
"You know you do," he murmured helpless.
"Prove it. Prove it to the world. Prove it to me."
A sinking feeling was suddenly filling Chuck, and he felt like he was plummeting from a very great height as Blair disengaged from him and sat up, meeting his powerless gaze with her dark eyes.
"You know how. Just say it. Say it and we can be."
It was a distorted echo of the dreaded demand she'd made of him at the White party just a few weeks ago. The demand that had his heart beating, had raised his desire to flee.
Those three words, eight letters, say it and I'm yours.
He looked up at her, realizing she'd ensnared him, desperate to take her in his arms again and kiss the question away. But he should have known Blair Waldorf was never helpless, she'd played him into this situation, maybe overcome for a second, but now she was completely in control as she watched him helplessly choke on words that would never come.
"I see," she said cooly after a minute where she gazed at him as he lay there with a dry tongue that suddenly felt too heavy to lift.
She slipped off the desk easily, correcting her button she scooped down and grabbed her bag which had fallen to the floor in their momentary heady rush of euphoria. Chuck also sat up, his hair was ruffled, his tie halfway undone and his blazer jacket half off his shoulders. He noted some of her perfect curls were out of place, her skirt slightly awry. She corrected these problems clinically, settling herself without glancing once at him.
"Blair," he said helplessly, his voice hoarse. He felt feverish and slightly disorientated. "Why can't you just accept we're meant to be together?"
"Because before I plunge off that cliff, I want to know you really mean it too Bass," she answered, meeting his gaze. "And until then we can never be together."
"Blair you're being unreasonable," he snarled, jumping down from the desk as she made to walk out the door. He followed behind her, maybe he would have grabbed her hand again, tried this whole thing once more, but just as he reached the door she slammed it shut behind her, right in his face.
Spotted B exiting an empty classroom, only to be followed by C a minute later. Both looking decidedly dishelved and disgruntled. Can it be they're already fighting again in a matter of minutes? My instincts say there's something more to this than meets the eye. Keep me posted folks; you know I love all the deliciously dirty details. xoxo GG.
A/N: Yay finally I wrote this. Really wishing I didn't delay because now you're probably all like, well that sucked even worse than I thought haha. I won't be offended, I'm terrible at writing this sort of making out stuff lol.
I think what they did in Season 2 was really amazing. And I don't want to repeat it unnecessarily, but I think it does need to be done in this story because it's Chuck and Blair. I don't even know if I make sense lol. Just want to say this story is not a rewrite of season 2 I hope, it will have its own story line, where Chuck will face some different problems. As I said previously it will be focused on the Van der Woodsen Bass family dynamic with Chuck and Blair relationship development along with other character exploration. C/B will not be every chapter, but when it is it will mostly be volatile because when they get into a room together sparks always fly lol.
Up next: At the VDWB suite an interesting messaging conversation results in a crazy sibling clash. Meanwhile at the Waldorf's Blair does some small scheming to make Chuck's life more unpleasant and we drop into the Humphrey loft for an unexpected job offer.
(I was just wondering, in Australia we have msn which is an instant messaging service via the internet. I was wondering if they have the same thing in America or different? It's not integral to the story, but just wondering if someone could tell me what teenagers in America use to instant message each other online? Thanks = )
Inspiring Picture: Google "Chuck Blair gg 204" it's the first pic with them in their school uniform, just picture them being in a classroom instead of outside lol.
Please REVIEW! PLllleeeeassseee. Lol please just don't add it to story alert, let me know what you think or what you want! = ).
Thanks to mlharper and thegoodgossipgirl for reviewing the last chapter = ).