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A Wonderful Lie
"B, I have other things to do today..." said Serena in a frustrated tone as she attempted to finish her Calculus assignment before the bell for class rung in the next few minutes.
"Serena, this is the holiday event for high school seniors," Blair tried to explain what she supposed was blatantly obvious to any one who deigned to call themselves part of the Upper East Side society. "The crème de la crème from all the big private schools will be there. The pictures dominate the society pages through the new year. I need a ringer!" she said determinedly as she stabbed her pen down on her clipboard full of prospective dates. Her list was arranged from first choice to last, with height, weight, eyes, hair, GPA, father's occupation, mother's occupation, and hobbies of each guy... listed in that order.
"Wait," Serena stopped looking at her notebook and reached out to the touch the pages of Blair's Blair Waldorf Senior Charity Snowflake Ball Date Options list, "have all of these guys asked you already?" Serena fought a laugh of incredulity.
"Of course! You think Angelina Jolie even considers a project without an offer on the table?" Blair said seriously, her face never wavering causing Serena to giggle at how ludicrous this whole thing seemed. Leave it to Blair to be over the top. "I'm strictly a pay-or-play dater," Blair finished just as Chuck approached the table the two girls were sitting at, his interest piqued after having overheard bits of their conversation.
"Just out of curiosity, who's in the lead to play guy-with-no-future?" Chuck asked without preliminary, taking a seat close to Blair and leaning slightly forward to catch a whiff of her intoxicating perfume.
"What makes you think I'm not looking for something long term?" Blair shot back, smiling softly, hoping to awaken the green monster she knew laid dormant inside Chuck somewhere.
"Call it a hunch," Chuck countered, knowing full well the tactics Blair Waldorf used.
Scowling and refusing to dive into a hit-or-miss verbal confrontation with Chuck, Blair stated her first choice. "Keith Nelson."
"Are you kidding?" Chuck asked with a grin lining his lips. "Have you ever seen him without gum? The oral fixation alone would drive you insane." He knew her pet peeves. He enjoyed watching her face transform as she took in the information he provided.
Admitting defeat, she crossed out Keith's name from the list and moved on to the second suitor. "Andy Clark."
"Outscored your verbal on the SAT's." Blair always liked to be on top in a relationship... in more ways than one. He turned away for a second and smirked at the direction of his thoughts.
"I like an intelligent man," Blair said vehemently, not willing to give in so easily twice in a row. "He can whisper mellifluous nothings in my ear," she said sweetly, trying to annoy him once more.
"You only think you like an intelligent man," Chuck said easily, refusing to fall trapped in her game. "The moment he gave you a history lesson on the word mellifluous, you'd rip out his sweetly flowing tongue."
Bastard, Blair mused as she turned to look at Serena only to receive a don't-look-at-me-I'm-not-getting-into-the-middle-of-this-with-you-two look.
"OK," Blair said almost inaudibly, turning back to her clipboard and crossing out Andy's name from the list.
Serena, having spotted Dan roaming the halls inside St. Judes, stood from her seat and threw a quick "Hey, I'll call you later," over her shoulder to Blair as she disappeared into the school, leaving Chuck and Blair undisturbed at the table.
Chuck sighed as he watched his "sister" walk away and leaned in a little closer to Blair, "So.. who's next?"
Blair released a annoyed breath as she rearranged herself on the seat and looked down at her list once more.
"This conversation is getting us nowhere fast, Chuck," Blair breathed out as she twirled the pen in her hands and tried to focus on the names on her list and not on the freshly showered, cologned scent radiating from Chuck, drawing her in like a moth to the flame.
"Next?" Chuck pushed, ignoring Blair's words as he spotted her pulse jump a bit. He was getting to her...
"Blane McDonnagh," she sighed out in agitation, staring into his eyes with a challenging expression. Go ahead... what excuse are you gonna give me now?
He could see the question in her eyes, how she was daring him to reject yet another one of her prospective dates. Apparently Waldorf was beginning to forget the way Chuck Bass functioned. He'd have to give her a refresher course.
He chuckled dryly, picturing Blane McDonnagh next to his woman. He would never be able to measure up. "Next," he said simply.
Blair quirked her brow, dropped her pen, and folded her hands over her clipboard. "That's it? Next? Not even giving me a reason this time? What's wrong with McDonnagh?" she pressed, her eyes widening in amazement at Chuck's audacity.
"I hear he has webbed feet," Chuck said in all seriousness, looking her straight in the eye before reaching inside his pocket for a smoke.
Blair stared at him, her lips twitching slightly before she broke into an all out roar of laughter. Chuck stared at her in wonderment as she threw her head back slightly, her chocolate waves cascading down her back and exposing more of the silky, white skin of her throat to his predatory gaze. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his lips around that spot on her neck where her heart skipped and throbbed whenever she was turned on, whenever he affected her. Wrap his lips and bite down with his teeth in order to make her fall apart in his arms, brand her and make her squirm all at once. He wanted nothing more than to do all the things he use to do to her, only do them more passionately, more lovingly, more sensuously. He wanted to show her what she meant to him, what only she could ever mean to him.
As his body responded to his thoughts of Blair beneath his fingers, tasting her lips, feeling and smelling her skin, Blair suddenly controlled herself and wiped away at the tears that had escaped her eyes. "That was pathetic, Chuck. I know you can do better than that," she said between hiccuped breaths.
Chuck shook his head slightly, clearing his mind of the erotic thoughts and meeting her eyes once more. "I was serious. We guys talk too, Waldorf. And even if we didn't, I had PE with him freshman year. I've seen it with my own two eyes," Chuck squinted his eyes and dug out the lighter from his jacket.
"Now I said next..."
Blair frowned as he put the cigarette between his lips and flicked the lighter on. "I'm not going to sit here and talk to you while you pollute and destroy my lungs. I value my body more than that." Gathering her things quickly, she stood from her seat.
"I value your body more than that too," Chuck grinned and winked up at her, grabbing the hem of her skirt and attempting to pull her closer to him. Blair breathed in deeply and gave him a forced smile.
"Have a good day, Bass." She slapped his hand away harshly and the look on her face told him she wished no such goodness for his day.
"I intend to, Waldorf. And we'll find you a date before the Snowflake Ball, don't you worry," Chuck said as he waved sarcastically, watching her sashay her way into the building.