Hey. So yeah, no excuses. I disappeared once again. Here's a short chapter, since there wasn't much in terms of interaction between C/B and there won't be for the next few episodes if i remember correctly. This chapter takes place during the opera, the first section is upon Blair's arrival with her family and Chuck happens to spot her, then the second section is when Blair runs past him after she receives the call from the Headmistress and attempts to go get Ms. Carr.

I'll see how many chapters i can get in before the premiere of Season 3. Hope you guys enjoy! xoxo

You've Got Yale

She was breathtaking. Even at a time like this, when it was clear she hated him, wanted nothing to do with him, he couldn't help but stare at how exquisite she looked. He missed her. God how he missed her. Sure she hated him, but he hated himself more. He had turned away from the one good thing in his life, the one tangible and constant thing in his life and he had fucked it up. God how he hated himself.

As he stared down her body taking in the sight of her curves and the delicate material of her dress, he couldn't help but swallow the sudden lump that formed in his throat. He wanted her. Now. Forever. And yet she walked past him completely oblivious to his presence, too wrapped up in conversation with her father's partner to notice that he even existed. He supposed he should get use to that.

His eyes clashed suddenly with Harold's and he watched as her father smiled gently at him and nodded his head in his direction. Chuck stared back dumbly, only returning the gesture once it was too late and the three of them had already made their way into the auditorium. It seemed Blair's father knew. And he seemed to approve of him despite everything that had transpired. Perhaps he wasn't aware just how much of a cad he had been towards his daughter. Or maybe, he was one of the few people who understood just how perfect they were for each other.

Chuck turned miserably towards the bar once more and ordered himself a fresh scotch. The last thing he needed right now was to cloud his mind with feelings and emotions he refused to admit even to himself. He needed to think clearly. Plot. Destroy. Get his life back together.

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She spotted him the moment she walked past the auditorium doors. He was one of the few left in the intercession area, plopped against the bar as usual. She tripped clumsily over her foot and cursed herself and her stupidity for allowing only the sight of him to affect her so much. She had to remind herself that she wanted nothing to do with him. That to her, he no longer existed.

Her heart skipped at the idea and she felt an unwelcome sob reach her throat. Breathing in unsteadily, she forced it back down from where it came and pushed her shoulders back. She needed to be resilient. She needed to be strong.

She needed to run the hell out of there before he had the chance to notice her presence and even look in her direction.

Assuring herself that her feet were fully functional and she would not humiliate herself by falling down three steps, Blair gathered as much strength and speed as she could muster with three inch Dior heels and rushed down the stairs and past Chuck and her foolish emotions.

She made it past him safely. He remained completely oblivious. Perhaps she should get use to that. She needed to think clearly. Plot destroy. Get her life back together.