Chapter 5

A.N: Slightly longer than my others chapter but I hope you enjoy. Thank you for all the reviews and for those who have favorited my story. It really means a lot and urges me to write more and think more about the character development. Next chapter is the Kiss on the Lips Party where we are finally getting CxB for at least two chapters so bear with me. Also I wanted to have a more detailed update schedule so I will update on Sundays from now on. Also I am expecting this fic to last 21-22 chapters. So we are about 1/4 of the way there.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any characters from any of the series mentioned. Nor do I own any of the real places, or persons mentioned.

When have you known me to break the rules I have laid down for myself or betray my principles? I say ' my principles' intentionally. They are not, like those of other women, found by chance, accepted unthinkingly, and followed out of habit. They are the fruit of profound reflection. I have created them: I might say that I have created myself.

- Pierre Choderlos de Laclos, Les Liaisons Dangereuses

Years of memories came rushing back to me. I guess I have a soft spot for the past and this nagging feeling told me not send to the images to Gossip Girl. Instead, I hit the print button.

"Very good Blair, those pictures could have been very bad," Dorota told me.

"We are still using them. Hopefully they get there in time to be served with the morning coffee," I told Dorota as I packaged them up so she could send out. I hopped off the bed knowing I needed to rush to get ready. Kingdoms do not run themselves. My morning ritual was interrupted by the classic beeping of my phone- Gossip Girl.

Who needs birthdays when you wake up to pictures like. Spotted: N and C partying it up in the Soho House with at least half a dozen models. Found a new It Girl already, N? Want to join the fun? Oops too bad, its members only- XOXO

There was Nate and Chuck with dozens of different women in various locations. Every photo was steadily getting raunchier and raunchier. There was no doubt in my mind that Nate was trying to damage me. Not even twelve hours after our breakup him he goes clubbing with Chuck Bass and finds bimbos to hook up with. Those dimwits. I caught myself fuming with anger as I examined the last photos. Nate was sitting next to a red-haired women whispering in her ear. But what sent my blood boiling was the women that was sitting on Chuck's lap while pouring Moet down his mouth -cheap champagne for a cheap celebration. It was clear that they were in the celebrating mood and I distorted it in my mind to talk they were celebrating by downfall. I refused to fall. I knew that I needed to put the fear of god in Serena and Nate so that they school would not turn against. With the party tonight, I knew that they were eager to attend and would not turn their backs on me right away if I appeared to have everything under control. Confused over my emotions I yelled into the air while throwing my phone on the bed away from me. I needed to get ready and I did not have time for their drunken nonsense.

"Miss Blair are you okay? You yell," Dorota came running into the room.

"Of course I am okay. Everything is fine. Everything is going to be fine," I mostly muttered to myself. I did not have a breakdown just yesterday I told myself. School was going to be perfect.

I walked into my room already resigned to the fact that I was going to be late to school. I glanced at the bed and debated whether I stood sleep for a few more hours. I was tired after last night and honestly did not want to see the circus that was the struggle in hierarchy in the Constance courtyard. I loved watching the takedowns but I never competed in battles for popularity. I could care less about what our peers thought of me rather I had enough money to buy my power. At the moment, there was not a wealthier teen in all of Manhattan and they knew all it. I decided I would show up second or third period. I was fast asleep when housekeeping came into my room opening the door. Always the light sleeper when I was not high I woke up instantly. She apologized and left. Groggy I got up and noticed it was half an hour before noon. I could show up right after lunch. Perfect. Walking into my closet, I saw my uniform shirt laying the floor from last night since housekeeping but not have time to retrieve it. I do not know what possessed me to do so but I grabbed the street to see if there was any scent of Blair. Instantly the taste of her lips and the feeling of her body came back to me. Frustrated I crumbled the shirt into the garbage and I went to take a cold shower.

I just dressed slowly after leaving the shower. I was in no rush to get to school hopping not to see Blair today. Glancing at my phone, I saw four calls from my father and two texts from Nate asking where I was. I was in the living room when Bart came walking into the suite. Running my head over my face as I mumbled 'fuck' I knew I should have left the country.

"I thought we had an agreement Chuck. You are supposed to do better in school if not you are going to military school. Then I found out you spent the entire night out drinking, rented a room in the Meat Packing District, and then decided not go to school today. I don't know why I should have expected better of you," he berated me.

"I did not realized that you had your private eye on me. I would have been discrete. It was more so you were talking and I was ignoring you. I am dressed to go to school, father, as you can see," I said dully. Presenting the air of indifference was the easiest way of dealing with Bart. I found it annoyed him and hid my true emotions. Honestly, I did attempt to do my homework last night and I had no attention of going out on the town as I did. However, as soon as Blair turned my night upside down when she flounced into my room all my plans changed. I need to dull whatever I was feeling with her with the taste of liquor. I could not explain this to my father nor did I want to.

"I have to keep a watchful eye on you or else who knows what you would get yourself into. I am tired of bailing you out of jail, getting calls from your headmaster, looking at your credit card receipts to find that you have been with various women. I need you to grow up and behave like a man," he was fully yelling at this point.

"Listen to what you are saying. A boy doesn't get arrested, drink, or fuck random women. I am man and I have been for a long time. I do not need to you to play daddy now. I grew up without you. Get over it," I completely lost my indifferent attitude. I was angry at Bart's change of heart and his hypocritical parenting skills. I was fully yelling at my father something I have always avoided. I am not a fighter more of a lover.

"Just go to class. We will finish the conversation later," he dismissed me and I made my way to the door making sure to slam it on the way out.

I made my way into my limo and poured myself a scotch. "Arthur let's go somewhere fun. Are the Yankees playing?" I asked Arthur looking for somewhere to clear my mind without getting too drunk until tonight. I had some thinking to do.

"No sure, they are on the road. The Mets are in town," I sneered at the thought of Queens but I nodded my head to inform him that was fine. Ironically, baseball games were the one place I remember my father taking me as a child. However, when I was nine Bart let the season tickets we had lapse and never renewed. He probably took that from me purposefully as some sort of punishment. I made sure to charge everything to my card. I knew it would be an FU right to Bart's face. Moreover, Gossip Girl never spotted me at a baseball game. It was like being off the grid and I needed out of Manhattan.

I chewing slowly on the bag of popcorn I purchase trying to remain clear-headed as the drugs made their way out my blood stream. I was trying to determine what to do about Waldorf. I found myself confused and at odds with myself. I knew the difference between lust and need yet this feeling was beyond all of that. I knew that a woman like Blair Waldorf could make any simple man fall in love with her in glance. I was no simple man but sure enough, it seems like she was luring me in. It would be silly why settle for one women when I could have thousands. At first, I only wanted to sleep with her and then I increasingly I felt the need to protect her from anything that was happening. This need to help above all else made me feel so weak. I decided that my best bet was to stay away from her completely there was no reason to play with fire I told myself. Yet the need to protect her and watch over her was still nagging me for my decision. I finally resolved to watch over her from above and continue to help her in her schemes and plots but take it no further. I could not risk falling into whatever this was. It was no doubt not worth the trouble especially considering the fact that she cared very little for my feelings and me. She used me like an old rag and threw me away when she was done. I could not change stubborn mine and I am not foolish enough to attempt a wild romantic love quest to earn it. She would no doubt make me work to earn it-with gifts, flowers, and grand displays of affection. A smile was forming on my face I thought of all the things that I could buy her that she would look amazing and all the infectious Blair Waldorf smiles that I would be on the receiving end of. No, I would not do any of that nor did I want to. If fact, I would probably tear her heart to pieces. That nagging sense of protection welled up again inside of me. It was settled I would stay away from her for my own sake and to protect her from myself.

My thoughts shifted to all that was occurring with my father. He was becoming a real nuisance. Bart was hounding me recently for some reason unknown to me. He was never this overbearing and nor did he stay in the city too long. Yet, for over two weeks he was here and had not mentioned at all a business trip. I did not know what he wanted from this situation. Of course, I wanted to impress my father and make him proud of me but at every turn, something seemed to go wrong. Yesterday I fully intended on staying in but Blair changed that quickly. I could not help it if the only source of solace and comfort I could find was at the end of a bottle and in between a woman's legs. He raised me as such. I watched him go to exotic location and find the most beautiful women to take back to his suite. I saw him make eyes at all my nannies, teachers, and any hot women that walked his way. They all fell for him in his tailor made three piece suit, scotch drinking, cigar smoking, Rolex flashing self because he was Bart Bass. I had no other example to live by. He taught me how to tell the difference between a good scotch rather than how to ride a bike. What did he want from me now? I was a man by all accounts. A man who could count on one hand all the hugs he received from his father. Yes, I was a man that only felt like a child here at a baseball game thinking of bittersweet memoires: the games he would take me to and then ignore me; when he bought me a baseball glove and never taught me to throw. My father, the man who made so many unfulfilled promises to me wanted me to better than he ever taught me to be. He was disappointed in me; well I was disappointed in him.

It was there slumped over in a row right behind first place in the sixth inning did Bart Bass take the seat right next to me. It was around four now and I thought I was going to have more time alone. When I made the purchase with my card, I thought it would anger him and not be an invitation. I glanced at him from the side of eye. When I noticed a Mets baseball hat on his head I smirked at how ridiculous he looked in a pinstripe Italian made suit with a blue and orange polyester cap on his head. We sat in silence as David Wright came up to base and the fans began to cheer.

"Slumming it I see," I finally said in reference to the cap on his head. If possible, he looked a little embarrassed and pulled it from his head.

"I did not know if you were a fan and would have on sportswear. I didn't want to be overdressed," he informed me formally. We were looking at the direction of the game, never making eye contact.

"More of a Yankee fan but Nate dragged me to a few Mets games last year when they were in the pennant race. They are actually doing well. By the way I do not think I own casual sportswear or jeans for that matter," I hopped that it sounded playful not wanting to start yet another argument (1).

"True. It was like you were born with a suit on," he said. I side glanced at him long enough to notice a smile come to his lips.

"Only the finest for a Bass," I countered. This was the longest conversation we had without it being an actual disagreement. We clapped as Wright fought off a 1-2 count for a double.

"Sometimes I think I really put that silver spoon in your mouth at birth."

Laughing I finally fully looked at him "More like you shoved a fucking gold ladle fitted with diamonds." He laughed with me. He raised his hand for the vendor to bring us Backwoods Bastard beer and more popcorn. The vender looked at me and seemed like he was going to ask for ID when my father shoved a hundred in his hand. He nodded as he handed them over. I grabbed mine hesitant never liking the taste of beer.

"It is a good sipping beer. A scotch ale is brewed in a bourbon barrel. Smooth beer is a fine choice when a good scotch isn't an option," he said as he sipped. I followed. It was an American moment: a man sharing a beer with his son at a baseball game. His sixteen-year-old son but still it counted (2).

"I don't need you to play parent now. What is different that it matters all of the sudden?" that I mattered.

"I am trying to teach how to be a man Chuck. You don't realize how childish your behavior is sometimes." I tried not to get irritated at him. I sipped the beer and watched the game. I was just happy it was not the frat beer Nathaniel and I drank when we tailgated a Princeton game freshman year. He went for the football and I went for college girls.

"I am not a boy anymore," I told him minutes later. We cheered together as the Mets rallied and were up three-one to the Marlins.

"So what do you want to be? Tell me how I should treat you," he sounded almost sad to my ears.

"Like an equal," I explained. I just wanted his respect and pride. I did not need him to pretend to parent. Not when it was too late.

"Like a business partner," he said sarcastically. My felt my face flushed since that is what I wanted but here he was joking about it. "I see," he said realizing my embarrassment. "If that is what you want then fine," he offered. I could not help the grin that came to my face.

"So you would listen to a business proposal?" I eagerly asked.

"Yes if that is what you want," he smiled at me. A surge of pride welled up in my chest. Before I knew it, I was jumping out of my seat dropping my popcorn telling Bart I had an idea before quickly leaving. I never saw the look of sadness that came over his face, as I never looked back. At the time, I did not realize I was a boy who did not want a father but needed one while he was a man who only wanted a son.

I was awaiting for a taxi to take me to Ostroff Center or otherwise known as the facility for the disturbed and wicked. Waiting on the side of the street in my Diane Von Furstenberg Siddel Coat over my Zara pinstriped blazer paired with a black pleated skirt, grey tights, and black Marc Jacobs flats (f). I thought over my almost mundane day. School went well. Chuck never showed up. Thank god. Nate was lonely without him and clearly hung over or high. Or both. We only crossed passed when I informed him that he was no longer invited to my party.

He looked at me for a long time as I waited for a response. Then he tried to grab my hand and I swatted him away. "I am so sorry Blair. I want us to be friends," he told me. I wanted to laugh in his face.

"Never Archibald. And if you know what is good for you, you better keep out of my way. If you want to sleaze it up with Chuck Bass then fine. Just know that your last name when I am through with you will mean nothing." I threatened.

During lunch, a brunette-haired girl was chatting him up that I had to threaten on the side. That takedown was light work. I cannot have Nate dating anyone at school until I found a suitable boyfriend first. Serena stood clear of the steps this morning. I was able to throw some cleverly crafted jabs her way in class. The class snickered when they were supposed to and Serena kept her head down. I went out of my way to belittle her every chance I got. Both schools were excited over the party I was throwing tonight and everyone was eager to stay in my good gracious. It was almost too easy to deal with. Lunch with my mother went surprisingly well. Well at least as well as it could be. She arrived with color and fabric swatches for my new room. Listening to her tell it I destroyed it on purpose. I knew demanding that I have lunch with her was to ensure that I ate so I knew she cared in her way. Nevertheless, I felt like a patient more than a daughter since she kept asking how the food tastes. After classes ended, I walked to my apartment and went over small details for tomorrow. I dismissed my minions early not wanting to them to find out I was going for treatment.

The taxi pulled up to the curb and I entered it but not before glancing around to ensure that, no one was watching. Before I knew, it was in the treatment center walking to my therapist that I had not seen in ten months. was sitting down with a bright smile on her face.

"So I hear that you had an episode last night?" she asked while I picked at my fingernails.

"Some might say," I told her. I hated this part the vulnerable part.

"What were the triggers?" Do you know?"

"What isn't a trigger? I have cheating boyfriend, my best friend slept with him, I tried to sleep with my boyfriend, I am sorry my ex boyfriend's best friend within ten minutes of breaking up with my boyfriend. I am sorry that is confusing. Should I draw you a diagram," I sarcastically asked. She shook her head no and urged me to continue. "Also, since I last saw you my father moved to France with a model. A male model. My mother is still well my mother. And it is junior year so college stuff and all," I listed with a fake smile on my face.

"I see. That is a lot to deal with. You must have felt overwhelm. That is a normal feeling, Blair. But we need to watch out for destructive behavior as well as your eating habits and body dysmorphia. I would like to know more about why you tried to sleep with your ex's best friend?" She was scribbling down in her notebook. I cringed at the noise of the pen hitting the paper.

"You know for revenge," I shrugged.

"I see, how did breaking up with… what's his name," she was reviewing the notes "It is Nate still?" I nodded. "How did your attempt with Nate's best friend make you feel? And finding out Nate cheated with Serena?"

"Unwanted. Betrayed," I mumbled.

It was about half an hour later that I found myself wondering the halls of the Center not quite ready to go home to no one. I had given Dorota leave early tonight knowing that she had a lot to do for the party tomorrow. My mother informed me earlier that she was going out with a friend, a male friend I believe. I was walking through glancing at the open doors that were opened. There in one bed was Eric van der Woodsen Serena's little brother. We made eye contact instantly. I hesitantly walked into the room.

"Hi, Blair."

"What are you doing here Eric? Are you okay?" I asked even though he clearly was not. I just could not fathom Eric needing to be here. He seemed so young yet I was the same age maybe younger when I first came. But little Eric will always be little Eric in my eyes.

"Blair you can stop with the act," he ghastly with an attitude. "Why are you here Blair? I am still following gossip girl and I know you guys are in a war."

"What. Oh no," I rumbled through my purse to pull out my pass. The ones visitors received were different. Mine clearly was for a guest. I showed it to him and his eyes went wide in understanding.

"I am sorry. I thought you were here digging up dirt," he explained.

"Oh no, I am just here for all of my own issues. No surprise there probably," I shrugged off as I took the seat next to his bed. "Is everything okay Eric?" I asked again fully out of sympathy.

"Just going through some things. Summer was lonely with me without school and Serena around. Then the idea of starting high school was terrifying. And I… well I tried to…," he paused and just held up his wrist to show me the gash. I was lost for words. Then it all made sense. Serena came back for him.

"I am so sorry Eric. Is there anything I could do? I could make high school easier to ensure no one messes with you," I offered and yet even that felt nowhere near close enough to helpful.

"That would be nice. Especially if I come out." The look on his face made it clear he was awaiting my reaction. I knew come out could mean two things which is why he worded at as such. Come out about his sexuality or when he left the center.

"Yes, whenever you come out," I winked. Hoping that was enough to ensure that whichever coming out he meant that I was there for him.

"So why are you here?" he asked with a smile clearly more at ease.

"Eating disorder," I answered truthfully thinking he deserved that much form me. I waved it off as if it was nothing. They were a dime a dozen in our circles to various degrees.

"I see. Especially with all this drama that is happening now. I am sure that it must be hard," he offered a small sad smile my way.

"Yes, well I had a major relapse but I think I am okay." Eric quirked an eyebrow at my false cheer to tell me he saw right through it.

"Well it must be lonely on the top. Especially now with this thing with Nate and Serena," his words taking me back to those that Chuck threw out at me last night. Ironically, Eric and Chuck probably were the only ones that knew just how life could be. Eric mistook my pause for discomfort and tried to ensure me that Serena did not do it on purpose. "You know she loves you like a sister and she hates that she did this to you," he offered.

"Well she did and I have to make her pay," I informed him. "It is the way of the world."

"Is it? Do you really have to? You know somewhere deep inside Nate was not right for you. You need someone who is not afraid to back down from a fight with you. Someone who can match your wit and probably someone who knows the difference between Christian Dior and Christian Louboutin," he joked.

"See there lies the probable. People say daughters marry versions of their fathers. And mine is gay so maybe I have been barking up the wrong tree," I said while laughing.

"A Doris Day and Rock Hudson love affair." (3)

"It might be fun." At this point, we were both giggling together. I enjoyed the laughter especially with everything that was going on.

"But seriously, some very very metrosexual then. Someone comfortable enough to wear purple," he continued. He suggested made me think of Chuck Bass and our conversation on Wednesday." We were laughing when Serena walked in.

"I had to wait almost 45 minutes but manage to get pizza from Uncle Paul's," Serena said while walking into the room. Stopping when she finally noticed me sitting on a chair by Eric her face filled with dread. (4) "Blair?"

"She is not here for a sinister plot. Clam down," Eric told his sister.

"Oh Eric, don't believe her. Blair will use any dirt, won't you?" she asked while sneering at me.

"Somethings are sacred," I offered while getting up. "I will see you later Eric."

"So is that why I had to give Dorota the slip and change taxis twice? You probably snooped in her because you thought I was receiving treatment. You were looking for blackmail," she challenged blocking the door. I rolled me eyes and ignored her. Mentally I added a new covert operations guidebook to Dorota's Christmas list.

"Wait. Eat some pizza with us. We can watch a movie or something. Serena please stop," Eric begged his sister. Her defensive stance change as she continued to access the situation. I needed to get out of there before she pierced it together.

"Wait. What is happening?... Blair… B are you here… for yourself?" she asked. I knew it would not take her too long. Serena was more than familiar with how I needed to be hospitalized previously here for my issues. Too tired from the day I dropped my head not able to think of a clever response. "Oh my god. Last night… did we… did you. Oh Blair. I am so sorry," she offered finally placing the pizza down on a table and walking towards me. I held my hand out to stop her from getting closer.

"Not everything is because of you, Serena. Take your head out of your ass. It happens, as you know. Sometimes I can't control it. I just needed the release. Don't you worry your little mind, I will be all better soon. You better not tell anyone or I will make your life a living hell" I threw back at her. It was not much of threat since that was already the plan but I needed to let her know that this secret stood here.

"I understand. Of course, I won't tell anyone. I am sorry though. I did not realize that the bar at GILT was such a public place these days." I studied her closely trying to determine if that was the truth. Eric urged me to stay again. "Join us," she said again. I debated it. Eating pizza did not make us friends again. It was just pizza. I really did not want to go home to that empty penthouse which was way I was roaming the halls in the first place. Plus I was not only eating pizza with Serena but with Eric. So it was not as if I was hanging out with Serena per say.

"I guess I can have one slice. What type did you get?" I relented.

"Pepperoni of course," Serena said with a wide smile.

"You and the commoner food, S. Out of all the flavors they have you got pepperoni," I shook my head as I grabbed a slice and passed it to Eric.

"It is a classic. Everyone loves a classic," Eric said. I pulled the pepperoni off my slice. Weirdly enough it was the closest thing I felt to a family meal in a long time.

I was pouring over business proposal and how-to-business management books that I had the help secure from the library when Nate walked in. I glanced up at my friend as I typed another idea to the list of potential one that I wanted to show my father.

"What are you doing man?" he asked picking up a book and dropping it down again.

"Nathaniel, I am kinda busy here. Bart is letting me propose a project," I told him trying to stay focus.

"Woah. How did you swing that? You gonna propose it at the Bart Bunch on Sunday?" he asked. I had thought the same thing but now I was drawing a blank when it came to ideas.

"We kinda had an argument but I think we have an understanding now. He is going to accept me in the business world in Bart Enterprises I think if this goes well as his equal. It won't be done by then" I flashed him a smile.

"He is your father not your equal." I glared at him but he missed it and continued. "No matter what man to me he is going to be scary Bart Bass," Nate said surely thinking back to all the things we were caught doing things we should not have been in the Palace. "So I guess you aren't going out tonight. I become single and you become forty, great," he said as he tossed the book he grabbed back onto the today. I glared at his roughness.

"Nathaniel it is not my fault it took you so long to grow up and I am more mature than you." He laughed aloud. "I can hand over my little black book if it pleases you," I told him in the hopes that he would not bug me while I worked on this project. His eyes light up like a child on Christmas. "I'll take that as a yes," I told him as I went to retrieve my black blackberry with a burner number. My book was not actual a book. (5) He thanked me when I handed it over.

"How are things with the misses?" I asked since I saw the gossip girl blast about Blair confronting him at school today. I could not let him leave without asking.

"I am pretty sure she threatened my entire family five generations forward and back," he said. I could tell he was worried and look at me directly.

"What I never gave her any dirt on your family I promise. I am sure it was a meaningless threat. You know she got her best information from me and I am not going to help her. Plus the Archibald are going to be fine they are cemented in this city," I reminded him. He just ran his hand over his face as if something was troubling him and mumbled something about a mess his family had. If was not so busy I would have inquired further but I did not. A minute later, he was leaving.

"Remember always ask your self WWCBD," I told him before he reached the door.

"What does that mean?"

"What would Chuck Bass do?" I filled in.

"Famous last words," he chuckled before he left me to my work.

(f) Diane Von Furstenberg Siddel Coat from 1x12 School Lies. Retail price $260.00

1 Mets won the NL East in 2006 and made it to the payoffs before they were eliminated. I like the idea of Nate as a blue-blooded New Yorker who was probably raised a Yankee fan switching to an underdog team in a slight way to gain power from his controlling parents. David Wright is the third baseman for the Mets.

2 I thought a smooth scotch ale would suit the Bass men well.

3 Famous actors from the 1950-1960s during a time when it would have been considered career suicide to come out as gay. Hudson was a leading man and heartthrob while Day was the good girl next door. They were only best friends but at the time, the media not knowing Hudson was a homosexual widely speculated that they were lovers.

4 Uncle Paul's Pizza located on 70 Vanderbilt Av no more than five blocks away from the Palace. Since the Center does not a have a real location, I am imagining it to be midtown in the hopes of being hidden rather than smack in the middle of the Upper East Side. Uncle Paul has not only lobster pizza (29.00) but also American and Tasmanian caviar pizza ($120 & $200).

5 Never understood why Chuck had an actual black book. Does not seem like Chuck to actually write numbers down especially since he claims that he does not like to sleep with the same women more than once.

A.N: I really do not understand how this chapter got so long. I felt the need to explore what is happening in Chuck's mind more fully and Blair is attempting to come to terms with her eating disorder. She needs to find her self before she is ready to dive into this thing with Chuck. They are parallel character in a lot of ways (I hope that does not give too much away). I loved writing the Bart and Chuck encounter which is essential to the rest of the story.

I would also like to take the time out to discuss Nate's character more fully. A reviewer mentioned his change in character and I am so happy you noticed. He is dealing with his father's who is being investigated and he is aware of this. I try to hint that a few times but since the story is not in his point of view, Blair and Chuck are not aware yet. I am trying to make his character a bit more interesting to write. I do not understand why he was such a 'good boy' in high school and yet friends with Chuck and Carter. When he finally rebels, it is to date cougars and Chuck's leftovers… and then to date a high schooler.

Also I love writing Blair/Serena scenes and Nate/Chuck scenes. I so excited to write my first NJBC scene for chapter 8.