Chapter 54
Part 2
Blair sauntered into the foyer, dropping her purse on the table in the hall. She flicked on the light switch, and looked up in surprise.
Becky Summers was sitting on one of the sofas, in the middle of Blair’s penthouse.
“Becky, hi,” Blair said, just slightly confused. “What are you doing in my house? In the dark? At 10:40?” Blair resisted the urge to make a comment about how creepy this seemed.
A slow smile crept onto Becky’s face. “Actually, I was hoping we could talk.” She reached across from her and patted the sofa seat on the other side of the coffee table. Blair hesitated for a moment, but then decided to go sit down.
“What’s up?” she asked optimistically.
“You and Chuck are dating, right?” Becky asked, the strange smile still plastered on her face. Somehow Blair realized that she didn’t answer the question.
“Um, yeah,” B said slowly. “Why?”
“And he loves you, and you love him. Right?” Becky’s eyebrows were now raised, waiting patiently for an answer. But not too patiently.
“Well…” Blair weighed her answer in her mind. To tell or not to tell? Could she really trust this Becky girl, whom she hadn’t seen in 3 years, and technically didn’t know anymore? She decided on the best answer she could think of. “What does this have to do with anything?”
“I was just curious.” Finally. An actual answer to Blair’s own questions. “I mean, you two seem really close. Chuck talks about you all the time.”
“Chuck… talks about me?”
“Mm-hmm.” Becky’s facial expression didn’t change in the slightest. “How could he not? I mean, Chuck and Blair are… epic. More epic than Blair and Nate, I would say.”
Blair looked down at her lap, trying to find the reasoning for this chat within her own mind. No such luck.
“But… you see, Blair Waldorf, the question is, how long has he loved you? How long have you been number one in his heart?”
“Serena… Serena says forever,” Blair said quietly, with a little laugh. She didn’t like this at all. She felt so powerless in this strange conversation.
“Forever,” Becky repeated, thinking it over. “Forever’s a long time, don’t you think?”
Blair looked up at her, a fierce glow starting to burn in her eyes. She wouldn’t lose control here. Not now, not in her own home. She wouldn’t let this girl take away her authority. She was Blair Waldorf, after all.
“Yes, it is.” Blair’s voice was much more firm than how she felt inside.
But still, Becky’s strength didn’t waver. She was holding on to something, something that would leave her victorious. But the question was, what? Why was she doing this?
Becky let out a very quiet sigh through her nostrils. She cocked her head and gazed into Blair’s eyes. Leaning forward, her eyes never unlocked from B’s.
“You weren’t Chuck’s first love. Believe what you want, but everything has to start from something. And Chuck’s bad-boy, womanizer attitude didn’t just come out of thin air. There was a reason.”
Blair swallowed. Hard. She tried to search Becky’s eyes for answers, but her face was as unreadable as a blank page in the middle of a suspense novel. It told her nothing, when she needed to know everything.
Becky’s voice lowered even more. But the assuredness never left her tone. “The philosophy here is, when you take someone’s virginity, you take a little piece of them. A little piece they will never get back. You own a piece of their heart. You have control, and power, over them.” Becky let a half smile grace her lips. “Exactly like Chuck has power over you.”
Blair’s mouth opened in surprise. But really, she couldn’t be all that shocked at the fact Becky had known about her losing her V card to Chuck Bass.
Now, Becky’s voice was an evil whisper. She took pleasure in every word, coming closer and closer to tearing down Blair Waldorf with every syllable. “And exactly like I have power over Chuck.”
Blair’s eyes grew wide, brimming with tears. One rolled silently down her cheek as she sat there, speechless. Blair felt her heart clenching as she forgot to breathe.
“Chuck Bass will always be mine, Blair Waldorf,” Becky said, a little smile on her face. “Don’t think because you handed him your innocence, your fairy tale life will have a happy ending. Deep down, Chuck will always hold that love for me in his heart. He knows he can’t replace me, try as he might with little sl**s such as yourself. I hold the one thing that has kept Chuck Bass from being capable of true love. And I won’t let it go until that love is restored to its rightful owner.”
Becky put an index finger to her chest, a victorious smile adorning her wicked-looking face. Even in the light of the huge crystal chandelier above them, Becky Summers looked as dark as the time a girl from Blair’s freshman class had dressed up as Marilyn Manson for Halloween.
Another tear rolled down Blair’s face, and her bottom lip started to tremble. A sour taste filled her mouth, and her lungs felt shrivelled. She let out little gasps for air, still trying to maintain some dignity in front of this horrible person. But it was the hardest thing Blair had ever tried to do.
“Get out,” she managed to hiss, her voice croaky.
“Excuse me?” Becky smiled mockingly, taunting her.
“I said ‘get out’,” Blair snapped, her voice louder and stronger this time. She glared and Becky, feeling like at any moment she would vomit all over Summers’ exquisite, diamond-studded heels. Which wouldn’t have been such a bad thing.
But Becky just sat there, looking as innocent as a newborn kitten. Her head was cocked slightly to the left, showing fake concern.
“I said, GET OUT!” Blair yelled, snatching Becky’s purse from the coffee table and flinging it across the room. It slid to a stop in front of the elevator door. “And leave my friends, and my boyfriend, and me, alone.” B’s tone was laced with poison. But still, it didn’t seem to affect Becky in the slightest.
“Oh, I’m afraid I can’t do that, Blair darling,” she said sweetly. “Your friends love me, and your boyfriend doesn’t fall short, either.”
Blair resented her with all the hate in her body. She wanted to just reach out and grab Becky’s perfect head of golden brown locks, and slam it over and over again into the glass coffee table.
“Blair,” Becky said softly, looking into her chocolate brown eyes, “You know I hold more power than anyone here. And I know more secrets, and more things to use as blackmail, than any other seventeen-year-old girl on the planet. So I strongly suggest you stop trying to mess with me. You think you’re tough? You don’t know what I can do, Waldorf. And you don’t want to know.”
With one last smile, one filled with evil, Becky stood up, briskly picked up her bag, and slipped out into the elevator.
Blair sat on the sofa, looking at the place where Becky had been sitting. Suddenly, she stood up and ran to the nearest bathroom.
Damn it. The vomit had come just a few minutes too late.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Chapter 54 -Part 1
Chapter 54 -Part 1
“I’m telling you, Serena, I really do think Dan’s in love with me!”
Blair grinned as she popped an olive into her mouth. Dropping her toothpick back into her martini glass, she pushed it across the bar counter and gestured for another. The bartender was quick to fetch her a new one. And Blair was quite pleased that he actually looked at her, instead of gaping at Serena. It proved that B didn’t need her uber-hot friend just to get some attention.
She winked at the cute, tuxedo-plaid bartender as she delicately picked up her new drink. Turning back to Serena, she gave her an amused smile.
“Oh, please, you wish,” Serena said, downing the rest of her own martini. She choked and coughed when the olive slid out of the glass and into her throat, and Blair laughed.
“Seriously, S,” Blair insisted. “Yesterday he was practically begging for phone sex.”
Now it was Serena’s turn to laugh. “Well, Blair, you know how the guys can’t resist you.”
“I know.” Blair let out a concerned sigh, and stirred her drink with the toothpick. “It sure is hard to be so beautiful, with all these guys chasing after me. Oh, why did God have to be so cruel? Couldn’t he have given this timeless beauty to someone who needs it? Like a Humphrey girl or something?”
They both laughed, and Serena slapped B’s arm lightly. “Oh, come on. No need to be snobby.” Blair laughed evilly and took a sip of her drink.
“Hey, where’s Becky?” Serena asked suddenly, scanning the bar. “I invited her to come meet us.”
Blair shrugged. “Who knows? Becky Summers doesn’t play by the rules.” Serena considered this, and chose just to wait and see if she would show up.
“Well, anyway, how are things with Mr. Bass?” Serena grinned suggestively as she motioned for another drink. The bartender was quick to obey.
“Bart? Oh, he’s fine. But, you know, we decided to just stay friends. For the sake of all of us.”
Serena let out a very noisy laugh. A few people from other tables began to stare, but B shot them death glances, and they all looked quickly away.
“Oh, shut up,” Serena said finally. “You know I meant Mr. Bass Jr.”
“Mr. Bass Jr… has a nice ring to it,” Blair said thoughtfully. She looked at Serena and smiled. “He’s alright. But for an ex-womanizer, he sure does get jealous easily.”
“Well,” Serena said, tipping back her glass, “I guess he’s just used to having everything he wants, and not having to fight for it.”
“Which begs the question of why he pursued me, when he knew Nate and I were together.”
Serena gave Blair a look that suggested that Blair was missing the obvious. “You and Nate weren’t together when you two hooked up, though,” she pointed out. “He just saw an opportunity to finally get the girl of his dreams, so he jumped in when he could.”
Blair snorted a laugh. “Oh, come on. It was a spur-of-the-moment type thing. It’s not as if he’d been waiting his whole life to confess his love.”
“You don’t know that,” Serena said slowly. Blair gave her a quizzical look.
“Stop being ridiculous, Serena.”
“Then how do you explain why he stayed with you, and didn’t just move on to bigger and better things?”
“Because there is nothing better,” Blair said in a very conceited tone, pulling out her compact mirror to fix her lipstick. She applied another coat and ran her finger along the edges of her lips for a long minute before closing the mirror and slipping it back in her clutch.
“Fine. Whatever you’d like to believe,” Serena said dismissively.
“I’ll believe whatever’s true, thank you very much.” The tone in B’s voice was slightly defensive. “Plus, if you believe so much that he’s been in love with me all this time, why don’t you go ask him about it?”
Serena raised her eyebrows, and looked over Blair’s shoulder, actually considering this. It wasn’t such a bad idea. At least then she could give Chuck some credit for being human.
“But that’s beside the point.” Blair was about to ask for another drink, but she decided three was enough. She had a History exam the next day, and hangovers didn’t do her academic skills any good.
She stood up to leave, grabbing her coat and bag. Kissing Serena on the cheek, Blair said, “See you tomorrow. Phone me tonight, kay?” Blair smiled, and gave S a little hug.
Serena waved as B walked briskly out of the bar. Sighing, she looked down at her almost-empty martini glass. Glancing up at the bartender, she said, “Another one, please. It’s the best way to clear an overworked mind.” She smiled warily as the man nodded and silently mixed her up a fresh drink.
Good evening, New York. Tonight, we have some very special, very exclusive weekly news. First of the hour: Jenny Humphrey, exiting a Brooklyn coffee house and looking quite shocked and lost. None other than Becky Summers was still sitting inside, looking more triumphant than anyone could have guessed. What have we here? What could our precious B Summers have told Little J that would change her usually cheerful disposition? I hope it’s juicy. Because scandal is never out of style.
But that doesn’t look like the only thing our latest It Girl is up to. Is it possible we could have a little B on B showdown, right at the Waldorf residence? Doesn’t Summers know better than to challenge a fight on another queen’s territory? We’re all on the egde of our seats to see how this one will go down. Come on and bring out the claws, girls. It’s gonna be a rough night. Rawr.
xoxo, GOSSIP GIRL
“I’m telling you, Serena, I really do think Dan’s in love with me!”
Blair grinned as she popped an olive into her mouth. Dropping her toothpick back into her martini glass, she pushed it across the bar counter and gestured for another. The bartender was quick to fetch her a new one. And Blair was quite pleased that he actually looked at her, instead of gaping at Serena. It proved that B didn’t need her uber-hot friend just to get some attention.
She winked at the cute, tuxedo-plaid bartender as she delicately picked up her new drink. Turning back to Serena, she gave her an amused smile.
“Oh, please, you wish,” Serena said, downing the rest of her own martini. She choked and coughed when the olive slid out of the glass and into her throat, and Blair laughed.
“Seriously, S,” Blair insisted. “Yesterday he was practically begging for phone sex.”
Now it was Serena’s turn to laugh. “Well, Blair, you know how the guys can’t resist you.”
“I know.” Blair let out a concerned sigh, and stirred her drink with the toothpick. “It sure is hard to be so beautiful, with all these guys chasing after me. Oh, why did God have to be so cruel? Couldn’t he have given this timeless beauty to someone who needs it? Like a Humphrey girl or something?”
They both laughed, and Serena slapped B’s arm lightly. “Oh, come on. No need to be snobby.” Blair laughed evilly and took a sip of her drink.
“Hey, where’s Becky?” Serena asked suddenly, scanning the bar. “I invited her to come meet us.”
Blair shrugged. “Who knows? Becky Summers doesn’t play by the rules.” Serena considered this, and chose just to wait and see if she would show up.
“Well, anyway, how are things with Mr. Bass?” Serena grinned suggestively as she motioned for another drink. The bartender was quick to obey.
“Bart? Oh, he’s fine. But, you know, we decided to just stay friends. For the sake of all of us.”
Serena let out a very noisy laugh. A few people from other tables began to stare, but B shot them death glances, and they all looked quickly away.
“Oh, shut up,” Serena said finally. “You know I meant Mr. Bass Jr.”
“Mr. Bass Jr… has a nice ring to it,” Blair said thoughtfully. She looked at Serena and smiled. “He’s alright. But for an ex-womanizer, he sure does get jealous easily.”
“Well,” Serena said, tipping back her glass, “I guess he’s just used to having everything he wants, and not having to fight for it.”
“Which begs the question of why he pursued me, when he knew Nate and I were together.”
Serena gave Blair a look that suggested that Blair was missing the obvious. “You and Nate weren’t together when you two hooked up, though,” she pointed out. “He just saw an opportunity to finally get the girl of his dreams, so he jumped in when he could.”
Blair snorted a laugh. “Oh, come on. It was a spur-of-the-moment type thing. It’s not as if he’d been waiting his whole life to confess his love.”
“You don’t know that,” Serena said slowly. Blair gave her a quizzical look.
“Stop being ridiculous, Serena.”
“Then how do you explain why he stayed with you, and didn’t just move on to bigger and better things?”
“Because there is nothing better,” Blair said in a very conceited tone, pulling out her compact mirror to fix her lipstick. She applied another coat and ran her finger along the edges of her lips for a long minute before closing the mirror and slipping it back in her clutch.
“Fine. Whatever you’d like to believe,” Serena said dismissively.
“I’ll believe whatever’s true, thank you very much.” The tone in B’s voice was slightly defensive. “Plus, if you believe so much that he’s been in love with me all this time, why don’t you go ask him about it?”
Serena raised her eyebrows, and looked over Blair’s shoulder, actually considering this. It wasn’t such a bad idea. At least then she could give Chuck some credit for being human.
“But that’s beside the point.” Blair was about to ask for another drink, but she decided three was enough. She had a History exam the next day, and hangovers didn’t do her academic skills any good.
She stood up to leave, grabbing her coat and bag. Kissing Serena on the cheek, Blair said, “See you tomorrow. Phone me tonight, kay?” Blair smiled, and gave S a little hug.
Serena waved as B walked briskly out of the bar. Sighing, she looked down at her almost-empty martini glass. Glancing up at the bartender, she said, “Another one, please. It’s the best way to clear an overworked mind.” She smiled warily as the man nodded and silently mixed her up a fresh drink.
Good evening, New York. Tonight, we have some very special, very exclusive weekly news. First of the hour: Jenny Humphrey, exiting a Brooklyn coffee house and looking quite shocked and lost. None other than Becky Summers was still sitting inside, looking more triumphant than anyone could have guessed. What have we here? What could our precious B Summers have told Little J that would change her usually cheerful disposition? I hope it’s juicy. Because scandal is never out of style.
But that doesn’t look like the only thing our latest It Girl is up to. Is it possible we could have a little B on B showdown, right at the Waldorf residence? Doesn’t Summers know better than to challenge a fight on another queen’s territory? We’re all on the egde of our seats to see how this one will go down. Come on and bring out the claws, girls. It’s gonna be a rough night. Rawr.
xoxo, GOSSIP GIRL
Chapter 53
Chapter 53
“Jenny Humphrey, isn’t it?”
Becky Summers strode into the Brooklyn coffee house, giving the place a slightly disapproving once-over. Her eyes settled back on Jenny, and a warm smile flooded onto her face. She walked over, and sat down on the steel chair across from J. Glancing down, Becky noticed the double-chocolate-chip muffin on Jenny’s plate.
“A few grams of sugar past healthy, don’t you think?” she said, raising her eyebrows. Looking at Becky’s expression, Jenny could feel her unspoken demand. The demand to toss out a perfectly delicious muffin, just because it didn’t fit Beck’s anorexic standards.
“You’re probably right,” Jenny said dismissively, grabbing the muffin and tossing it into the trash can by their table. Becky laughed.
“Come on. Don’t feel like you need to turn all Bulimic Blair on us,” she said cheerfully, waving over one of the servers. Jenny was about to point out that being bulimic and not eating breakfast were two totally different things, but then she thought better of it. Mainly because she had just noticed how Becky had managed to toss the word ‘Blair’ into that statement. Who needs breakfast after all? There’s some food for thought right there.
“Yes, two double-chocolate-chip muffins, two chocolate dip donuts, two éclairs, and two iced coffees, no sugar. We’re trying to watch our eating habits.” She gave a completely innocent smile to the waiter, who just stumbled off, looking quite puzzled.
Becky glanced at Jenny. “We need to get some fat on your bones, girl. You’re way too skinny to be 14. And too hot.” She winked, sending red rushing up into Jenny’s cheeks.
“Um, I… I only have a few bucks on me,” Jenny said carefully. “I don’t think I have enough for all of that. I left my wallet in my Chanel purse at home.”
Becky laughed. “Oh, Little J. So naïve.” She gave Jenny a sympathetic smile. “You don’t have to lie to me. Blair told me about your Brooklyn roots.”
Jenny blushed an even darker shade of red. “Sorry,” she managed to mumble.
“Oh, it’s okay. Having the friends you do, I’m sure you really do have a Chanel bag. Or if you don’t, it won’t be long until you do. Or at least Burberry, if Blair’s cheap.” Becky laughed as she took a sip of her coffee. Something deep inside Jenny told her Becky wasn’t kidding.
“But hey, anyway…” Becky tore off a piece of muffin and popped it into her well glossed mouth. “What do you think of Waldorf’s inner circle? Nice people, huh?”
Jenny couldn’t decide if that last part was sarcasm or not. But she decided to go with it. “Yeah. Serena’s pretty cool, and Nate’s fun, even though he and Blair… you know.” Jenny blushed, once again. This was just one big embarrassment after another.
“Yeah, I know,” Becky said casually. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. “Nate, huh?” Her infamous eyebrows were raised. When were they ever not? “So… what’s the deal with you two, anyway? You seemed pretty close when we went out last week.”
“Oh, we’re just friends,” Jenny managed to say nonchalantly. “After all, my heart belongs to Chuck Bass.” Even with her light-hearted attitude, J couldn’t help but feel a little nauseous at her own joke.
Becky laughed. “Yeah, in your dreams.”
“Then dreams must mean reality because I swear, it wasn’t all innocent at the Kiss on the Lips.” Jenny raised her own eyebrows in a pathetic attempt to achieve Becky’s classic look. She sipped her coffee as if it were a martini; delicately, with poise and a hint of arrogance. Normally, on someone like Blair Waldorf, the action would have been admired, but on Jenny Humphrey, it just looked as pathetic as her eyebrow-raising.
But with that statement, Becky looked up, in both surprise and amusement. An impressed look could even be found deep in her eyes, if one looked hard enough. Caused by either her believing Jenny and her little remark about the Kiss on the Lips, or by her not believing a word and being awed at J’s audacity.
“Oh really,” she said finally, daring Jenny to spill. “And what does that mean?”
“Well,” Jenny said, stirring her drink as if it was no big deal. “Let’s just say Chuck and I were not without action on the hotel rooftop.”
Becky stared at her incredulously. Jenny couldn’t even comprehend what she was saying. But she knew it was impressing Becky Summers, which was always a good thing.
Suddenly Becky’s expression morphed from intrigued to serious, almost solemn. “Tell me about Chuck,” she said, her voice slightly lowered.
Jenny cocked her head slightly. “What’s there to tell?” she asked. “I thought you knew him pretty well.”
“I did,” Becky said gravely. “But I heard he, changed, after I left.”
Jenny shrugged. “He’s always been kind of perverted.” She let out a little laugh. “Well, not kind of. But you know.”
Becky remained silent for a moment, as if this was new information to her. “Yeah, I suppose so,” she said slowly. Gazing into her swirling coffee, Becky considered her next few words. She finally looked up, staring right into Jenny’s eyes.
“You know,” she said quietly, her gaze so intense she didn’t even blink. “Chuck wasn’t always… perverted. Well, I mean, he always said pervy things, but he was never so… what’s the word? Sex obsessed? You know what I mean.” Becky searched J’s eyes. It made Jenny feel extremely uncomfortable.
She swallowed hard, trying to digest this information. But it was hard with beads of sweat rolling down her neck. “Um, yeah,” was all she managed to squeak.
Becky leaned in and lowered her voice even more. Her stare lightened up a little bit, as she looked like she was getting ready to tell Jenny a very exclusive secret. And maybe she was.
“What I’m trying to say, is,” Becky paused, a naughty half-smile gracing her lips. She glanced around the not-so-busy coffee house. “Something must have happened to turn Chuck into the person he is today. Something very big. Very big.” She stared at J, never moving her eyes even in the slightest way. It was as if she was waiting for Jenny to catch on to what she was saying, with the littlest hints possible. But Becky soon realized it was going to take more than some vague tips to let Jenny Humphrey in on Chuck’s biggest secret.
“Jenny, do you know who Chuck Bass lost his virginity to?” Becky’s voice was now very hushed, and almost inaudible. Jenny had to read her lips just to make sure she heard everything.
“Well, no, I mean, I guess I never really thought about it…” Jenny looked away for a moment, racking her brain for an explanation of this conversation. Where was Becky going with this? The only possible reason was… well, no, it couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. Impossible. Unthinkable. Unbelievably ridiculous. Yet somehow, it didn’t seem like the slightest bit of nonsense. Becky Summers was telling Jenny Humphrey…
Oh. My. F-ing. God.
“Jenny Humphrey, isn’t it?”
Becky Summers strode into the Brooklyn coffee house, giving the place a slightly disapproving once-over. Her eyes settled back on Jenny, and a warm smile flooded onto her face. She walked over, and sat down on the steel chair across from J. Glancing down, Becky noticed the double-chocolate-chip muffin on Jenny’s plate.
“A few grams of sugar past healthy, don’t you think?” she said, raising her eyebrows. Looking at Becky’s expression, Jenny could feel her unspoken demand. The demand to toss out a perfectly delicious muffin, just because it didn’t fit Beck’s anorexic standards.
“You’re probably right,” Jenny said dismissively, grabbing the muffin and tossing it into the trash can by their table. Becky laughed.
“Come on. Don’t feel like you need to turn all Bulimic Blair on us,” she said cheerfully, waving over one of the servers. Jenny was about to point out that being bulimic and not eating breakfast were two totally different things, but then she thought better of it. Mainly because she had just noticed how Becky had managed to toss the word ‘Blair’ into that statement. Who needs breakfast after all? There’s some food for thought right there.
“Yes, two double-chocolate-chip muffins, two chocolate dip donuts, two éclairs, and two iced coffees, no sugar. We’re trying to watch our eating habits.” She gave a completely innocent smile to the waiter, who just stumbled off, looking quite puzzled.
Becky glanced at Jenny. “We need to get some fat on your bones, girl. You’re way too skinny to be 14. And too hot.” She winked, sending red rushing up into Jenny’s cheeks.
“Um, I… I only have a few bucks on me,” Jenny said carefully. “I don’t think I have enough for all of that. I left my wallet in my Chanel purse at home.”
Becky laughed. “Oh, Little J. So naïve.” She gave Jenny a sympathetic smile. “You don’t have to lie to me. Blair told me about your Brooklyn roots.”
Jenny blushed an even darker shade of red. “Sorry,” she managed to mumble.
“Oh, it’s okay. Having the friends you do, I’m sure you really do have a Chanel bag. Or if you don’t, it won’t be long until you do. Or at least Burberry, if Blair’s cheap.” Becky laughed as she took a sip of her coffee. Something deep inside Jenny told her Becky wasn’t kidding.
“But hey, anyway…” Becky tore off a piece of muffin and popped it into her well glossed mouth. “What do you think of Waldorf’s inner circle? Nice people, huh?”
Jenny couldn’t decide if that last part was sarcasm or not. But she decided to go with it. “Yeah. Serena’s pretty cool, and Nate’s fun, even though he and Blair… you know.” Jenny blushed, once again. This was just one big embarrassment after another.
“Yeah, I know,” Becky said casually. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. “Nate, huh?” Her infamous eyebrows were raised. When were they ever not? “So… what’s the deal with you two, anyway? You seemed pretty close when we went out last week.”
“Oh, we’re just friends,” Jenny managed to say nonchalantly. “After all, my heart belongs to Chuck Bass.” Even with her light-hearted attitude, J couldn’t help but feel a little nauseous at her own joke.
Becky laughed. “Yeah, in your dreams.”
“Then dreams must mean reality because I swear, it wasn’t all innocent at the Kiss on the Lips.” Jenny raised her own eyebrows in a pathetic attempt to achieve Becky’s classic look. She sipped her coffee as if it were a martini; delicately, with poise and a hint of arrogance. Normally, on someone like Blair Waldorf, the action would have been admired, but on Jenny Humphrey, it just looked as pathetic as her eyebrow-raising.
But with that statement, Becky looked up, in both surprise and amusement. An impressed look could even be found deep in her eyes, if one looked hard enough. Caused by either her believing Jenny and her little remark about the Kiss on the Lips, or by her not believing a word and being awed at J’s audacity.
“Oh really,” she said finally, daring Jenny to spill. “And what does that mean?”
“Well,” Jenny said, stirring her drink as if it was no big deal. “Let’s just say Chuck and I were not without action on the hotel rooftop.”
Becky stared at her incredulously. Jenny couldn’t even comprehend what she was saying. But she knew it was impressing Becky Summers, which was always a good thing.
Suddenly Becky’s expression morphed from intrigued to serious, almost solemn. “Tell me about Chuck,” she said, her voice slightly lowered.
Jenny cocked her head slightly. “What’s there to tell?” she asked. “I thought you knew him pretty well.”
“I did,” Becky said gravely. “But I heard he, changed, after I left.”
Jenny shrugged. “He’s always been kind of perverted.” She let out a little laugh. “Well, not kind of. But you know.”
Becky remained silent for a moment, as if this was new information to her. “Yeah, I suppose so,” she said slowly. Gazing into her swirling coffee, Becky considered her next few words. She finally looked up, staring right into Jenny’s eyes.
“You know,” she said quietly, her gaze so intense she didn’t even blink. “Chuck wasn’t always… perverted. Well, I mean, he always said pervy things, but he was never so… what’s the word? Sex obsessed? You know what I mean.” Becky searched J’s eyes. It made Jenny feel extremely uncomfortable.
She swallowed hard, trying to digest this information. But it was hard with beads of sweat rolling down her neck. “Um, yeah,” was all she managed to squeak.
Becky leaned in and lowered her voice even more. Her stare lightened up a little bit, as she looked like she was getting ready to tell Jenny a very exclusive secret. And maybe she was.
“What I’m trying to say, is,” Becky paused, a naughty half-smile gracing her lips. She glanced around the not-so-busy coffee house. “Something must have happened to turn Chuck into the person he is today. Something very big. Very big.” She stared at J, never moving her eyes even in the slightest way. It was as if she was waiting for Jenny to catch on to what she was saying, with the littlest hints possible. But Becky soon realized it was going to take more than some vague tips to let Jenny Humphrey in on Chuck’s biggest secret.
“Jenny, do you know who Chuck Bass lost his virginity to?” Becky’s voice was now very hushed, and almost inaudible. Jenny had to read her lips just to make sure she heard everything.
“Well, no, I mean, I guess I never really thought about it…” Jenny looked away for a moment, racking her brain for an explanation of this conversation. Where was Becky going with this? The only possible reason was… well, no, it couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. Impossible. Unthinkable. Unbelievably ridiculous. Yet somehow, it didn’t seem like the slightest bit of nonsense. Becky Summers was telling Jenny Humphrey…
Oh. My. F-ing. God.
Chapter 52
Chapter 52
Kiss.
“You know—”
Kiss.
“We hardly ever—”
Kiss.
“Talk—”
Kiss.
“Anymore.”
Kiss.
“That’s because—”
Kiss.
“You never—”
Kiss.
“Want to—”
Kiss.
“Talk.”
Kiss.
Blair let out a giggle and pulled away. She gazed into Chuck’s eyes.
“That’s because you’re so damn hot, I can’t resist.”
Chuck leaned in for another kiss. “I know. But you have to control yourself. You’re wearing me out.”
Blair huffed. “Ha! As if.” She rolled her eyes, but smiled at him. B pushed him off to the side and sat up. She looked at him, a mysterious grin making her cheeks rosy.
“Maybe we don’t need to talk all the time,” Blair whispered, placing a well-manicured hand on Chuck’s knee.
“Or maybe we’re both such sex addicts that we forget that talking’s part of a relationship.”
“That’s so stereotypical. Just because we have a lot of sex doesn’t mean we’re addicts.” Blair rolled her eyes and adjusted her curls.
“Speak for yourself on that one,” Chuck mumbled under his breath, glancing at Blair. She let out an annoyed sigh, but nudged his leg playfully. She leaned towards him, skimming his collar with her fingers, and brushing her lips against his.
Chuck inhaled slowly, breathing in Blair’s intoxicating scent. It had changed since the beginning of the school year; once sweet and sugary, screaming ‘virgin’, it was now spicier, with tasteful splashes of maturity, proving she was a good girl gone bad. He liked this one much better; it fitted her. Fiery and sophisticated, but subtle with just a hint of sweetness.
Pulling her closer, Chuck’s hands slid down her hips and around the backs of her thighs. He leaned down onto the bed, bringing her down with him. His hands moved slowly, slipping up her ribcage, grazing her breasts, and passing over her shoulders, playfully fingering the straps of her dress.
Blair’s lips were gentle on his, but Chuck could taste the desire. Suddenly, just as Chuck was about to reach for the hem of B’s dress and pull it up, the space beside them started vibrating. Blair pulled away slightly, and her gaze settled on her phone. She reached across the bed, and picked it up. Flipping it open, she stopped the ringtone: Sour Cherry, by The Kills.
“Hello?” Blair’s voice was laced with irritation.
“Blair?”
B opened her mouth in surprise. “…Dan?” Chuck shot a glare at her, his eyes wide, seeking an explanation in her face. His lips curled into a frown as he mouthed the words, “What’s he calling for?” B just shrugged, and mouthed back, “I don’t know”.
“Um, have you talked to Serena lately?”
“Not really… why?”
“Well…” Dan’s voice trailed off as he thought. “She just isn’t answering her phone or anything. I don’t know if anything’s wrong or what…”
Blair shrugged again. “I’m sure she’s fine,” she replied dismissively.
“But… I’m just… concerned. She’s been spending a lot of time with that girl Becky. Should I be worried?”
“Oh, Becky’s harmless. She’s just a partier. Serena’s probably just having fun.”
Chuck rolled his eyes, and pushed Blair off. She stood up, and did back up the buttons on his shirt.
“That’s what I’m worried about. Becky doesn’t seem like the best influence.”
“Um, can you hold on a sec?” Blair pressed the phone to her neck and whirled to face Chuck, pleading with her eyes. He just glared at her, and opened her bedroom door. He strode out, slamming the door behind him. Blair sighed.
“I don’t know, Dan,” she said, sitting back down on the bed. “She’s been hanging out with Becks a lot lately. But I’m sure everything’s okay.”
“I hope so. She’s really changed.”
“You mean since her old, party-girl days? More than you’ll ever know.” Blair lounged back and examined her pinky nails.
“What do you think of Becky?” Dan asked suddenly.
Blair was taken aback for a moment, before she regained her nonchalant disposition. “What do you mean?” she asked carefully.
“Well, do you like her? You don’t seem the best of friends.”
“We’re not. I mean, yeah, she’s okay, and we got along, but we just never… connected, you know?”
“Yeah,” Dan said, understandingly.
Blair laughed nervously. “Okay, this conversation is turning way too casual. It sounds as if we do this all the time.” Dan let out an amused huff.
“Well, maybe we should do it more often. You know, since we’re so close in person.”
“Oh, yes,” Blair said light-heartedly. “We’re totally BFFs. But talking on the phone just doesn’t give me that same satisfaction as when we are together, darling.”
Now it was Dan’s turn to laugh. “I know what you mean, Waldorf. There’s just a certain… je ne sais quoi, that comes along with being in your presence.”
“Oh, of course. But really, we must have these little chats more often.”
“Couldn’t agree more.”
And with that, Dan clicked off the line, and Blair was left sitting on her bed, too uplifted by his phone call to even give Chuck Bass a second thought.
Spotted: C Bass, storming out of the Waldorf Chateau. What’s wrong, babe? Jealousy get your blood boiling? Well, not to fear. Your little princess isn’t going anywhere. You may not like to be tied down, but when you poke at B’s soft spot, she practically hands you the rope herself.
Lonely Boy, lonely once again. I feel almost sorry for him. He’s always losing his girl to us wretched Upper East Siders. Which, speaking of, reminds me of one confused St. Jude’s boy. ‘Archibald’ may be an old-fashioned, and well-kept name, but that just makes N shaming it oh so much better. So what will it be, Nathaniel? A Brooklyn fling, the continuation of a blonde pursuit, or the easy love of our latest heiress? We’re all waiting on you. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Xo, xo.
Kiss.
“You know—”
Kiss.
“We hardly ever—”
Kiss.
“Talk—”
Kiss.
“Anymore.”
Kiss.
“That’s because—”
Kiss.
“You never—”
Kiss.
“Want to—”
Kiss.
“Talk.”
Kiss.
Blair let out a giggle and pulled away. She gazed into Chuck’s eyes.
“That’s because you’re so damn hot, I can’t resist.”
Chuck leaned in for another kiss. “I know. But you have to control yourself. You’re wearing me out.”
Blair huffed. “Ha! As if.” She rolled her eyes, but smiled at him. B pushed him off to the side and sat up. She looked at him, a mysterious grin making her cheeks rosy.
“Maybe we don’t need to talk all the time,” Blair whispered, placing a well-manicured hand on Chuck’s knee.
“Or maybe we’re both such sex addicts that we forget that talking’s part of a relationship.”
“That’s so stereotypical. Just because we have a lot of sex doesn’t mean we’re addicts.” Blair rolled her eyes and adjusted her curls.
“Speak for yourself on that one,” Chuck mumbled under his breath, glancing at Blair. She let out an annoyed sigh, but nudged his leg playfully. She leaned towards him, skimming his collar with her fingers, and brushing her lips against his.
Chuck inhaled slowly, breathing in Blair’s intoxicating scent. It had changed since the beginning of the school year; once sweet and sugary, screaming ‘virgin’, it was now spicier, with tasteful splashes of maturity, proving she was a good girl gone bad. He liked this one much better; it fitted her. Fiery and sophisticated, but subtle with just a hint of sweetness.
Pulling her closer, Chuck’s hands slid down her hips and around the backs of her thighs. He leaned down onto the bed, bringing her down with him. His hands moved slowly, slipping up her ribcage, grazing her breasts, and passing over her shoulders, playfully fingering the straps of her dress.
Blair’s lips were gentle on his, but Chuck could taste the desire. Suddenly, just as Chuck was about to reach for the hem of B’s dress and pull it up, the space beside them started vibrating. Blair pulled away slightly, and her gaze settled on her phone. She reached across the bed, and picked it up. Flipping it open, she stopped the ringtone: Sour Cherry, by The Kills.
“Hello?” Blair’s voice was laced with irritation.
“Blair?”
B opened her mouth in surprise. “…Dan?” Chuck shot a glare at her, his eyes wide, seeking an explanation in her face. His lips curled into a frown as he mouthed the words, “What’s he calling for?” B just shrugged, and mouthed back, “I don’t know”.
“Um, have you talked to Serena lately?”
“Not really… why?”
“Well…” Dan’s voice trailed off as he thought. “She just isn’t answering her phone or anything. I don’t know if anything’s wrong or what…”
Blair shrugged again. “I’m sure she’s fine,” she replied dismissively.
“But… I’m just… concerned. She’s been spending a lot of time with that girl Becky. Should I be worried?”
“Oh, Becky’s harmless. She’s just a partier. Serena’s probably just having fun.”
Chuck rolled his eyes, and pushed Blair off. She stood up, and did back up the buttons on his shirt.
“That’s what I’m worried about. Becky doesn’t seem like the best influence.”
“Um, can you hold on a sec?” Blair pressed the phone to her neck and whirled to face Chuck, pleading with her eyes. He just glared at her, and opened her bedroom door. He strode out, slamming the door behind him. Blair sighed.
“I don’t know, Dan,” she said, sitting back down on the bed. “She’s been hanging out with Becks a lot lately. But I’m sure everything’s okay.”
“I hope so. She’s really changed.”
“You mean since her old, party-girl days? More than you’ll ever know.” Blair lounged back and examined her pinky nails.
“What do you think of Becky?” Dan asked suddenly.
Blair was taken aback for a moment, before she regained her nonchalant disposition. “What do you mean?” she asked carefully.
“Well, do you like her? You don’t seem the best of friends.”
“We’re not. I mean, yeah, she’s okay, and we got along, but we just never… connected, you know?”
“Yeah,” Dan said, understandingly.
Blair laughed nervously. “Okay, this conversation is turning way too casual. It sounds as if we do this all the time.” Dan let out an amused huff.
“Well, maybe we should do it more often. You know, since we’re so close in person.”
“Oh, yes,” Blair said light-heartedly. “We’re totally BFFs. But talking on the phone just doesn’t give me that same satisfaction as when we are together, darling.”
Now it was Dan’s turn to laugh. “I know what you mean, Waldorf. There’s just a certain… je ne sais quoi, that comes along with being in your presence.”
“Oh, of course. But really, we must have these little chats more often.”
“Couldn’t agree more.”
And with that, Dan clicked off the line, and Blair was left sitting on her bed, too uplifted by his phone call to even give Chuck Bass a second thought.
Spotted: C Bass, storming out of the Waldorf Chateau. What’s wrong, babe? Jealousy get your blood boiling? Well, not to fear. Your little princess isn’t going anywhere. You may not like to be tied down, but when you poke at B’s soft spot, she practically hands you the rope herself.
Lonely Boy, lonely once again. I feel almost sorry for him. He’s always losing his girl to us wretched Upper East Siders. Which, speaking of, reminds me of one confused St. Jude’s boy. ‘Archibald’ may be an old-fashioned, and well-kept name, but that just makes N shaming it oh so much better. So what will it be, Nathaniel? A Brooklyn fling, the continuation of a blonde pursuit, or the easy love of our latest heiress? We’re all waiting on you. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Xo, xo.
Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Serena and Becky were sitting at the Palace Bar having a few early drinks, when suddenly the door opened, and Nate walked in. He caught Serena’s eye, and smiled shyly. Becky glanced at him, and then at Serena, and smirked. She shook her head as she looked down at her drink, stirring it.
“Uh, hey, Serena,” Nate said slowly, walking over to them. Serena looked uncomfortable.
“What do you want, Nate,” she said, trying to sound as pleasant as possible.
“I just… I wanted to talk to you.” Nate tried to make eye contact with her, but she kept turning away. He glanced at Becky.
“You know what?” Becky said quickly, taking a hint. “I actually have to go.” She leaned over to Serena and whispered, “Are you gonna be okay?”
Serena nodded, staring at the bar counter. Becky smiled, and squeezed her friend’s arm before getting up. She waved a few fingers at Nate, then picked up her Burberry purse and left.
Nate sat down in Becky’s place nervously. “I just… I wanted to apologize.” Serena looked up at him. Hurt was in her eyes.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Nate,” she said, in that tone that showed her disappointment.
Nate looked down at his hands. “I know. And, I was a real ***. But I just missed you so much. And, I hate being without you.”
“Nate,” Serena said softly. She took his hand gently in hers. “You aren’t without me. We’re friends, remember?”
He looked up at her, his eyes shiny with tears. “I want to be more than friends, Serena. I need us to be more than friends.”
Serena studied his face. “I can’t,” she said quietly. “I… I love Dan.” Nate looked back down at the table. “Besides, Nate, you know we can’t be more. I can’t handle it again.”
“I love you, Serena,” Nate whispered, still not looking at her. “And I was so stupid for doing that whole thing with Vanessa, but, I’ve tried everything else.”
Serena sighed. “You need to understand that we’re just friends, Nate. I do love you, but, just as a friend. And I really need you to be okay with that.”
Nate swallowed hard. “Okay,” he said uncertainly.
“Okay?” Serena said quietly. She smiled softly, and kissed his cheek. Nate forced a little smile in return, and then got up.
“See you tomorrow,” he said, and walked slowly out the bar door. When he got outside, he saw Becky leaning against the wall. She smiled, and sauntered over to him.
“Didn’t go well?” Becky pouted her lips, and bit down on the bottom one gently.
Nate shrugged. “I didn’t really expect it to.”
Becky walked carefully over until she was right in his face. “You don’t need her,” she whispered. She stood on her tiptoes so that their lips were almost touching. “You don’t need anyone… when you have me.”
Nate stared into her icy blue eyes. “I don’t know, Becky…” he said half-heartedly.
Becky licked her lips. “Just… trust me on this one.” A seductive smile spread across her face. She tilted her head back slightly, and brushed his lips with hers. Nate could taste her pomegranate-flavoured lip gloss.
Becky’s eyes stared deep into his. “My hotel room’s empty, and it’s the weekend. I can always cancel drinks with Blair and the girls. It’s not every day a girl can have someone like you.”
A slow smile managed its way onto Nate’s face. Maybe he really didn’t need Serena after all. Becky was just as hot.
“Come on,” she whispered. She fidgeted with his tie. “It’ll be perfect. I promise.” She looked up at him, her eyes almost pleading.
Nate let out a little sigh. “Alright. But no one hears about this.”
“It’ll be our little secret,” Becky said, reaching up to kiss him again.
“So, are you still going out with Blair and the girls tonight?”
Dan pushed a plate stacked high with waffles towards Serena. She stared at them ravenously. They were in the Humphrey loft, pigging out on all the food Rufus had bought earlier that week. Or, at least, Serena was.
“I don’t think so,” Serena said, reaching for the syrup. “Becky called me a while ago and cancelled. She has other plans or something.”
“Are you sure Becky’s the best person to hang out with?” Dan asked slowly. “I mean, she seems kind of… wild.”
“Hey,” Serena scolded, sticking a chunk of waffle in her mouth. “I was wild when you met me, and you accepted me for who I was. And look at where we are now: eating waffles together in the family kitchen, passing around the L Word; it’s like we’re married.”
“Yeah, a sexless marriage,” Dan sighed. “Which doesn’t sound all too great to me.”
“Hey, you said yourself, ‘Sex is meaningful, like art. And you can’t rush art.’” Serena laughed, and took another bite of her waffles.
“I know, but you mean a lot to me, and we’re just so close and everything.” Dan closed the fridge door as he placed a glass of milk on the table.
Serena abruptly threw down her fork and got up. “What, you wanna have sex right now?” she asked, grabbing Dan’s hand and pulling him towards his bedroom. “Fine, let’s have sex, right now.” Dan laughed.
Serena pushed open the bedroom door with her foot, and flopped down on the bed, pulling Dan down on top of her. “Come on, Dan Humphrey. Show me what you got.” She flung her arms and legs out, looking at him expectantly. Dan just laughed again, and rolled off beside her.
“You know what, we can wait,” he said, kissing her ear. “You smell too much like waffles. I’d be thinking of my dad.”
Serena shot up from the bed. “Whoa, yeah, okay, it’s getting creepy now.” S laughed and pulled Dan up.
“But back to what I was originally saying,” Dan said, following her out of the room, “you weren’t all that wild when I met you. At least, that I noticed.” Dan smiled. “I just, I feel like Becky is partying way too hard for your pace.”
“Oh, hush,” Serena said, sitting back down to her waffles. “Becky’s my friend, and we’re really close. Or, we were, and we are now. And I know sometimes she’s a little… insane, but I still love her.” Serena pouted. Dan laughed. “Okay,” he said, kissing her cheek. “Just be careful. I like my Serena good.”
Serena smiled. “I know.”
Serena and Becky were sitting at the Palace Bar having a few early drinks, when suddenly the door opened, and Nate walked in. He caught Serena’s eye, and smiled shyly. Becky glanced at him, and then at Serena, and smirked. She shook her head as she looked down at her drink, stirring it.
“Uh, hey, Serena,” Nate said slowly, walking over to them. Serena looked uncomfortable.
“What do you want, Nate,” she said, trying to sound as pleasant as possible.
“I just… I wanted to talk to you.” Nate tried to make eye contact with her, but she kept turning away. He glanced at Becky.
“You know what?” Becky said quickly, taking a hint. “I actually have to go.” She leaned over to Serena and whispered, “Are you gonna be okay?”
Serena nodded, staring at the bar counter. Becky smiled, and squeezed her friend’s arm before getting up. She waved a few fingers at Nate, then picked up her Burberry purse and left.
Nate sat down in Becky’s place nervously. “I just… I wanted to apologize.” Serena looked up at him. Hurt was in her eyes.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Nate,” she said, in that tone that showed her disappointment.
Nate looked down at his hands. “I know. And, I was a real ***. But I just missed you so much. And, I hate being without you.”
“Nate,” Serena said softly. She took his hand gently in hers. “You aren’t without me. We’re friends, remember?”
He looked up at her, his eyes shiny with tears. “I want to be more than friends, Serena. I need us to be more than friends.”
Serena studied his face. “I can’t,” she said quietly. “I… I love Dan.” Nate looked back down at the table. “Besides, Nate, you know we can’t be more. I can’t handle it again.”
“I love you, Serena,” Nate whispered, still not looking at her. “And I was so stupid for doing that whole thing with Vanessa, but, I’ve tried everything else.”
Serena sighed. “You need to understand that we’re just friends, Nate. I do love you, but, just as a friend. And I really need you to be okay with that.”
Nate swallowed hard. “Okay,” he said uncertainly.
“Okay?” Serena said quietly. She smiled softly, and kissed his cheek. Nate forced a little smile in return, and then got up.
“See you tomorrow,” he said, and walked slowly out the bar door. When he got outside, he saw Becky leaning against the wall. She smiled, and sauntered over to him.
“Didn’t go well?” Becky pouted her lips, and bit down on the bottom one gently.
Nate shrugged. “I didn’t really expect it to.”
Becky walked carefully over until she was right in his face. “You don’t need her,” she whispered. She stood on her tiptoes so that their lips were almost touching. “You don’t need anyone… when you have me.”
Nate stared into her icy blue eyes. “I don’t know, Becky…” he said half-heartedly.
Becky licked her lips. “Just… trust me on this one.” A seductive smile spread across her face. She tilted her head back slightly, and brushed his lips with hers. Nate could taste her pomegranate-flavoured lip gloss.
Becky’s eyes stared deep into his. “My hotel room’s empty, and it’s the weekend. I can always cancel drinks with Blair and the girls. It’s not every day a girl can have someone like you.”
A slow smile managed its way onto Nate’s face. Maybe he really didn’t need Serena after all. Becky was just as hot.
“Come on,” she whispered. She fidgeted with his tie. “It’ll be perfect. I promise.” She looked up at him, her eyes almost pleading.
Nate let out a little sigh. “Alright. But no one hears about this.”
“It’ll be our little secret,” Becky said, reaching up to kiss him again.
“So, are you still going out with Blair and the girls tonight?”
Dan pushed a plate stacked high with waffles towards Serena. She stared at them ravenously. They were in the Humphrey loft, pigging out on all the food Rufus had bought earlier that week. Or, at least, Serena was.
“I don’t think so,” Serena said, reaching for the syrup. “Becky called me a while ago and cancelled. She has other plans or something.”
“Are you sure Becky’s the best person to hang out with?” Dan asked slowly. “I mean, she seems kind of… wild.”
“Hey,” Serena scolded, sticking a chunk of waffle in her mouth. “I was wild when you met me, and you accepted me for who I was. And look at where we are now: eating waffles together in the family kitchen, passing around the L Word; it’s like we’re married.”
“Yeah, a sexless marriage,” Dan sighed. “Which doesn’t sound all too great to me.”
“Hey, you said yourself, ‘Sex is meaningful, like art. And you can’t rush art.’” Serena laughed, and took another bite of her waffles.
“I know, but you mean a lot to me, and we’re just so close and everything.” Dan closed the fridge door as he placed a glass of milk on the table.
Serena abruptly threw down her fork and got up. “What, you wanna have sex right now?” she asked, grabbing Dan’s hand and pulling him towards his bedroom. “Fine, let’s have sex, right now.” Dan laughed.
Serena pushed open the bedroom door with her foot, and flopped down on the bed, pulling Dan down on top of her. “Come on, Dan Humphrey. Show me what you got.” She flung her arms and legs out, looking at him expectantly. Dan just laughed again, and rolled off beside her.
“You know what, we can wait,” he said, kissing her ear. “You smell too much like waffles. I’d be thinking of my dad.”
Serena shot up from the bed. “Whoa, yeah, okay, it’s getting creepy now.” S laughed and pulled Dan up.
“But back to what I was originally saying,” Dan said, following her out of the room, “you weren’t all that wild when I met you. At least, that I noticed.” Dan smiled. “I just, I feel like Becky is partying way too hard for your pace.”
“Oh, hush,” Serena said, sitting back down to her waffles. “Becky’s my friend, and we’re really close. Or, we were, and we are now. And I know sometimes she’s a little… insane, but I still love her.” Serena pouted. Dan laughed. “Okay,” he said, kissing her cheek. “Just be careful. I like my Serena good.”
Serena smiled. “I know.”
Chapter 50
Chapter 50
“Miss Blair, someone is here to see you!” the maid called from downstairs.
“Who is it?” Blair called back, fluffing up her hair in front of her vanity mirror.
“Miss Becky Summers, she says.”
“Okay, send her up.” Blair sighed and she gazed at her reflection.
A few moments later, Blair’s bedroom door swung open and Becky walked in.
“You really have no life,” she said, laughing. “You spend all your time in this stuffy little room.” She gazed around Blair’s bedroom, which was anything but stuffy or little.
Blair narrowed her eyes and gave her a curt smile. “You’re so kind, Becky darling.”
Becky grinned and flopped down on the bed. “I know. I’m fabulous.”
“What are you doing here?” Blair asked cheerfully, putting in an earring.
“Oh, I just wanted to see how you were. After not showing up for school yesterday, after all.” Becky raised her eyebrows and caught Blair’s eye through the mirror.
Blair turned around to face her. “I’m fine,” she answered simply. Becky smirked.
“And how’s Chuck?”
Blair opened her mouth and paused. She gave Becky a brief smile, and said, “He’s fine.”
Becky looked away from her quickly. “That’s good.”
There was a silent moment, as both girls tried to read each other’s expressions. Finally, Becky said, “So, it’s Friday, and, you know, I was just wondering…”
Blair sighed. “Yes, Becky. Drinks at 8.”
Becky grinned. “Good. You guys are way too sober.”
“I know,” Blair said, looking at her almost sympathetically. “We’re pathetic.”
“Unfortunately.” Becky laughed and threw a pillow at Blair.
“Hey, um, can I ask you about Chuck?”
Blair frowned slightly. “What about?” she asked slowly.
Becky’s lips pouted, and she stopped smiling. “Well, I just wanted to know about your relationship.”
Blair shrugged, and turned around to put in the other earring. “What’s there to know?”
Becky shook her head. “Nothing… I guess. But, can you tell me about how he was, before you guys got together?”
Blair paused again. She avoided Becky’s eye in the mirror. “We don’t really… talk about it,” she said uncertainly. “He… I don’t know, it’s hard to put into words. But I think ‘womanizer’ pretty much sums it up.”
Becky thought for a moment. “What was so different about you, then?”
Blair gave a little shrug. She didn’t actually know herself. “Um, I guess…” she trailed off, racking her brain for something to say. She sighed. “I seriously don’t know. He just, after we hooked up, he changed. It was like, the start of a whole new person.”
Becky took a deep breath and processed this information. She licked her lips, nervous. “When… when did Chuck start his whole womanizer phase?” she asked slowly.
“Uh, I don’t know.” Blair laughed. “It was just like that’s how he’d always been. We all forgot what he was like without his perverted ways.”
“So you don’t know what changed him?”
“Don’t know, or don’t remember. It was a real gradual change, I think. We just kind of never noticed, until one day, he was full-on, date-rapist Chuck Bass.” Blair’s thoughts became cloudy when she tried to recall the answers to Becky’s questions. “But what does it matter? He’s different now.”
“Yeah,” Becky said quietly. “Hey, I uh, I gotta go. Homework and stuff, you know.”
Blair raised her eyebrows sceptically. “Since when do you do homework?”
Becky laughed. “Since Constance started kicking out the people who don’t.”
Blair smiled a little. “Alright, see you later,” she said, waving, as Becky got up to leave.
“Bye, Blair.” She blew her friend a kiss, and left the room.
As Becky turned the corner on her way to Sak’s, she ran into Nate. He was leaning against a brick wall, smoking a joint.
“Hey, Becks,” he said when he saw her. Becky smiled and walked over.
“Can I have some of that?” Nate handed her the joint, and she took a long drag on it, closing her eyes. Tilting her head back, she blew out the smoke.
Nate laughed. “I thought you went to rehab.” Becky shot him a doubtful look.
“Yes, three years ago.” Nate laughed again, and took back his joint.
“Hey, do you miss Blair?” Becky asked, looking up at him.
Nate shrugged. “Not really. We broke up, I’m over it.”
“Right,” Becky said sarcastically, leaning up against the wall beside him, stuffing her hands in her coat pockets.
“I’m serious,” Nate insisted. “We just, didn’t work out. Plus, there’s someone… else.”
Becky raised her eyebrows at him suggestively, flipping her hair back and batting her eyelashes. Nate laughed. Becky leaned in close, breathing in the marijuana fumes radiating off of him.
“I know you want me, Nate Archibald,” she said seductively, her voice dropped to a whisper. “You don’t have to deny it any longer.” She grabbed his collar, and pulled him into her so their faces were only inches apart. Becky’s breath was hot against Nate’s lips.
Quickly, Becky jerked to the side, and kissed Nate’s cheek. She laughed, and looked down at the sidewalk, before returning her gaze to Nate.
“But I owe it to Blair not to get involved with you, Nathaniel. And you must resist the lust you hold for me. Because I’m not that type of girl, Nate.” She searched his eyes, and then slapped the side of his face where she had kissed him. “So get your mind out of the gutter, Nathaniel! You will never be with me!” Becky huffed, and stormed off down the street. Nate watched her for a moment, and then realized that other people on the sidewalk were staring.
“What the hell, Becky?” he called after her, laughing. She just turned around briefly, winked, and kept on strutting away from him. All Nate could do was stand there, with by passers still watching him, and wonder if Becky Summers was slightly insane.
“Miss Blair, someone is here to see you!” the maid called from downstairs.
“Who is it?” Blair called back, fluffing up her hair in front of her vanity mirror.
“Miss Becky Summers, she says.”
“Okay, send her up.” Blair sighed and she gazed at her reflection.
A few moments later, Blair’s bedroom door swung open and Becky walked in.
“You really have no life,” she said, laughing. “You spend all your time in this stuffy little room.” She gazed around Blair’s bedroom, which was anything but stuffy or little.
Blair narrowed her eyes and gave her a curt smile. “You’re so kind, Becky darling.”
Becky grinned and flopped down on the bed. “I know. I’m fabulous.”
“What are you doing here?” Blair asked cheerfully, putting in an earring.
“Oh, I just wanted to see how you were. After not showing up for school yesterday, after all.” Becky raised her eyebrows and caught Blair’s eye through the mirror.
Blair turned around to face her. “I’m fine,” she answered simply. Becky smirked.
“And how’s Chuck?”
Blair opened her mouth and paused. She gave Becky a brief smile, and said, “He’s fine.”
Becky looked away from her quickly. “That’s good.”
There was a silent moment, as both girls tried to read each other’s expressions. Finally, Becky said, “So, it’s Friday, and, you know, I was just wondering…”
Blair sighed. “Yes, Becky. Drinks at 8.”
Becky grinned. “Good. You guys are way too sober.”
“I know,” Blair said, looking at her almost sympathetically. “We’re pathetic.”
“Unfortunately.” Becky laughed and threw a pillow at Blair.
“Hey, um, can I ask you about Chuck?”
Blair frowned slightly. “What about?” she asked slowly.
Becky’s lips pouted, and she stopped smiling. “Well, I just wanted to know about your relationship.”
Blair shrugged, and turned around to put in the other earring. “What’s there to know?”
Becky shook her head. “Nothing… I guess. But, can you tell me about how he was, before you guys got together?”
Blair paused again. She avoided Becky’s eye in the mirror. “We don’t really… talk about it,” she said uncertainly. “He… I don’t know, it’s hard to put into words. But I think ‘womanizer’ pretty much sums it up.”
Becky thought for a moment. “What was so different about you, then?”
Blair gave a little shrug. She didn’t actually know herself. “Um, I guess…” she trailed off, racking her brain for something to say. She sighed. “I seriously don’t know. He just, after we hooked up, he changed. It was like, the start of a whole new person.”
Becky took a deep breath and processed this information. She licked her lips, nervous. “When… when did Chuck start his whole womanizer phase?” she asked slowly.
“Uh, I don’t know.” Blair laughed. “It was just like that’s how he’d always been. We all forgot what he was like without his perverted ways.”
“So you don’t know what changed him?”
“Don’t know, or don’t remember. It was a real gradual change, I think. We just kind of never noticed, until one day, he was full-on, date-rapist Chuck Bass.” Blair’s thoughts became cloudy when she tried to recall the answers to Becky’s questions. “But what does it matter? He’s different now.”
“Yeah,” Becky said quietly. “Hey, I uh, I gotta go. Homework and stuff, you know.”
Blair raised her eyebrows sceptically. “Since when do you do homework?”
Becky laughed. “Since Constance started kicking out the people who don’t.”
Blair smiled a little. “Alright, see you later,” she said, waving, as Becky got up to leave.
“Bye, Blair.” She blew her friend a kiss, and left the room.
As Becky turned the corner on her way to Sak’s, she ran into Nate. He was leaning against a brick wall, smoking a joint.
“Hey, Becks,” he said when he saw her. Becky smiled and walked over.
“Can I have some of that?” Nate handed her the joint, and she took a long drag on it, closing her eyes. Tilting her head back, she blew out the smoke.
Nate laughed. “I thought you went to rehab.” Becky shot him a doubtful look.
“Yes, three years ago.” Nate laughed again, and took back his joint.
“Hey, do you miss Blair?” Becky asked, looking up at him.
Nate shrugged. “Not really. We broke up, I’m over it.”
“Right,” Becky said sarcastically, leaning up against the wall beside him, stuffing her hands in her coat pockets.
“I’m serious,” Nate insisted. “We just, didn’t work out. Plus, there’s someone… else.”
Becky raised her eyebrows at him suggestively, flipping her hair back and batting her eyelashes. Nate laughed. Becky leaned in close, breathing in the marijuana fumes radiating off of him.
“I know you want me, Nate Archibald,” she said seductively, her voice dropped to a whisper. “You don’t have to deny it any longer.” She grabbed his collar, and pulled him into her so their faces were only inches apart. Becky’s breath was hot against Nate’s lips.
Quickly, Becky jerked to the side, and kissed Nate’s cheek. She laughed, and looked down at the sidewalk, before returning her gaze to Nate.
“But I owe it to Blair not to get involved with you, Nathaniel. And you must resist the lust you hold for me. Because I’m not that type of girl, Nate.” She searched his eyes, and then slapped the side of his face where she had kissed him. “So get your mind out of the gutter, Nathaniel! You will never be with me!” Becky huffed, and stormed off down the street. Nate watched her for a moment, and then realized that other people on the sidewalk were staring.
“What the hell, Becky?” he called after her, laughing. She just turned around briefly, winked, and kept on strutting away from him. All Nate could do was stand there, with by passers still watching him, and wonder if Becky Summers was slightly insane.
Chapter 49
Chapter 49
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Blair woke up suddenly, and sat up so quickly she got a head rush. Which, shocker, didn’t go so well with the hangover.
She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 9 am. Blair gasped, and stumbled out of bed. She ran to the bathroom, but stopped when she got to the doorway. She had forgotten.
She was in Chuck’s suite. And all of her beauty products were at the penthouse. Blair sighed and trudged back to bed. She sat down on the soft mattress, and leaned back. She fell onto Chuck’s stomach.
Slowly, he opened his eyes. He smiled, and stroked her hair. She turned to look up at him, a smile lingering on her lips.
“We’re late for school,” she informed him.
“Screw school,” he said simply, still stroking her hair. Blair let out a silent laugh, and crawled up to him. She reached up, and kissed him.
Blair smelled wonderful. Chuck couldn’t place the scent, but he knew he liked it. Her chestnut curls were all over the place, but it was the kind of messy that looked perfect. Mascara was lightly smudged around her eyes, and her red lipstick was faint. But her skin glowed, and her smile was radiant. He loved looking at her. And he knew it was ten times better than heaven. Blair Waldorf was a creature of beauty, and Chuck felt so honoured to have her. To be able to kiss her, and have her blush and smile and kiss back. To be able to slip off her dress because he knew she was just overwhelmed with lust.
“You know I love you, right?” he whispered, gazing into her deep brown eyes.
Blair smiled. “About time you said it,” she said softly, eyeing him playfully. He smiled back, his eyes showing the fascination he had for her.
“Feel free to say something back,” he said, gently reaching for her hand.
Blair let out a little laugh. “I love you, too,” she said, her perfect lips smiling up at him. She reached up, so there was barely an inch between them. Their foreheads touched, and they gazed into each other’s eyes. Chuck’s nose nudged hers, and she laughed. She tilted her head slightly, and kissed him. Chuck’s hands rested on the small of her back as he pulled her into him.
Blair felt like crying. It was her dream moment. She could hear faint music playing inside her head, making it like a fairy tale. She pulled away, ever so slightly, and said, “So, we’re not going to school, right?”
“Waldorf,” Chuck scolded gently.
B giggled. “Sorry,” she said, not being able to hold back her smile. Chuck reached for the phone on the nightstand. Pushing a button, he said into the phone, “Room service, please. A deluxe breakfast to the Bass suite. And bring a vase of two dozen roses while you’re at it.” He smiled at Blair. “Actually, make it three dozen. I have the most beautiful girl here with me, and she deserves the best you’ve got.”
He hung up, and looked at Blair. She laughed softly, and kissed him again.
“Where’s Blair?”
“I think you know where she is.” Becky winked. “Let’s see, who did she go home with last night?”
Serena laughed. “What a little sex kitten.”
“Naughty girl, it’s not even the weekend yet!” Becky rolled her eyes.
“Ugh. I know. What is society coming to?” The girls laughed as they headed into Constance’s main hall.
Is and Kati came up to them, their hands pressed to their foreheads. “Hey, do you guys know what happened last night?” Kati asked, sounding tired and hung over.
“Yeah, we can’t remember a thing,” Isabel added.
“As a matter of fact, you two spent the night with a couple of old businessmen. In from Chicago, I think. On business trips, and with the wives so far away, it’s the perfect time to get a bit of action from some wasted teens.” Becky’s answer was so calm, Is and Kati both stared at her.
“…How old are we talking here?” Kati asked slowly.
“Let’s just say, those guys are past retirement age. Way past.”
Is let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, right.”
Becky shrugged. “Believe what you want, but, you might want to get tested. I hear those rich old geezers get around.”
Becky and Serena walked off, leaving Is and Kati staring at each other, stunned.
Serena laughed. “You are so mean!”
“Oh, whatever,” Becky said dismissively, waving her hand. “They’ll get over it.” The girls stared at each other, and burst into laughter.
The bell sounded, and the girls walked into class. Chatting, they sat down at two empty seats. Mr. Gordon, their homeroom teacher, frowned as he scanned the room.
“Where is Miss Waldorf?” he asked.
Becky raised her hand to answer, but Serena clamped her hand over her friend’s mouth and laughed.
“She’s not feeling too well today, Mr. Gordon,” Serena replied. Then she looked at Becky with a scolding look, and removed her hand.
Becky looked offended. “What? I was going to say the same thing.”
Serena laughed again. “Yeah, right. I know for a fact you were going to blurt out something like Blair went off to have morning sex.”
Becky scoffed, but grinned. Serena rolled her eyes and smiled.
“You know I’m not big on lying,” Becky whispered, once class had started.
“Obviously,” Serena replied, light-heartedly.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Blair woke up suddenly, and sat up so quickly she got a head rush. Which, shocker, didn’t go so well with the hangover.
She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 9 am. Blair gasped, and stumbled out of bed. She ran to the bathroom, but stopped when she got to the doorway. She had forgotten.
She was in Chuck’s suite. And all of her beauty products were at the penthouse. Blair sighed and trudged back to bed. She sat down on the soft mattress, and leaned back. She fell onto Chuck’s stomach.
Slowly, he opened his eyes. He smiled, and stroked her hair. She turned to look up at him, a smile lingering on her lips.
“We’re late for school,” she informed him.
“Screw school,” he said simply, still stroking her hair. Blair let out a silent laugh, and crawled up to him. She reached up, and kissed him.
Blair smelled wonderful. Chuck couldn’t place the scent, but he knew he liked it. Her chestnut curls were all over the place, but it was the kind of messy that looked perfect. Mascara was lightly smudged around her eyes, and her red lipstick was faint. But her skin glowed, and her smile was radiant. He loved looking at her. And he knew it was ten times better than heaven. Blair Waldorf was a creature of beauty, and Chuck felt so honoured to have her. To be able to kiss her, and have her blush and smile and kiss back. To be able to slip off her dress because he knew she was just overwhelmed with lust.
“You know I love you, right?” he whispered, gazing into her deep brown eyes.
Blair smiled. “About time you said it,” she said softly, eyeing him playfully. He smiled back, his eyes showing the fascination he had for her.
“Feel free to say something back,” he said, gently reaching for her hand.
Blair let out a little laugh. “I love you, too,” she said, her perfect lips smiling up at him. She reached up, so there was barely an inch between them. Their foreheads touched, and they gazed into each other’s eyes. Chuck’s nose nudged hers, and she laughed. She tilted her head slightly, and kissed him. Chuck’s hands rested on the small of her back as he pulled her into him.
Blair felt like crying. It was her dream moment. She could hear faint music playing inside her head, making it like a fairy tale. She pulled away, ever so slightly, and said, “So, we’re not going to school, right?”
“Waldorf,” Chuck scolded gently.
B giggled. “Sorry,” she said, not being able to hold back her smile. Chuck reached for the phone on the nightstand. Pushing a button, he said into the phone, “Room service, please. A deluxe breakfast to the Bass suite. And bring a vase of two dozen roses while you’re at it.” He smiled at Blair. “Actually, make it three dozen. I have the most beautiful girl here with me, and she deserves the best you’ve got.”
He hung up, and looked at Blair. She laughed softly, and kissed him again.
“Where’s Blair?”
“I think you know where she is.” Becky winked. “Let’s see, who did she go home with last night?”
Serena laughed. “What a little sex kitten.”
“Naughty girl, it’s not even the weekend yet!” Becky rolled her eyes.
“Ugh. I know. What is society coming to?” The girls laughed as they headed into Constance’s main hall.
Is and Kati came up to them, their hands pressed to their foreheads. “Hey, do you guys know what happened last night?” Kati asked, sounding tired and hung over.
“Yeah, we can’t remember a thing,” Isabel added.
“As a matter of fact, you two spent the night with a couple of old businessmen. In from Chicago, I think. On business trips, and with the wives so far away, it’s the perfect time to get a bit of action from some wasted teens.” Becky’s answer was so calm, Is and Kati both stared at her.
“…How old are we talking here?” Kati asked slowly.
“Let’s just say, those guys are past retirement age. Way past.”
Is let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, right.”
Becky shrugged. “Believe what you want, but, you might want to get tested. I hear those rich old geezers get around.”
Becky and Serena walked off, leaving Is and Kati staring at each other, stunned.
Serena laughed. “You are so mean!”
“Oh, whatever,” Becky said dismissively, waving her hand. “They’ll get over it.” The girls stared at each other, and burst into laughter.
The bell sounded, and the girls walked into class. Chatting, they sat down at two empty seats. Mr. Gordon, their homeroom teacher, frowned as he scanned the room.
“Where is Miss Waldorf?” he asked.
Becky raised her hand to answer, but Serena clamped her hand over her friend’s mouth and laughed.
“She’s not feeling too well today, Mr. Gordon,” Serena replied. Then she looked at Becky with a scolding look, and removed her hand.
Becky looked offended. “What? I was going to say the same thing.”
Serena laughed again. “Yeah, right. I know for a fact you were going to blurt out something like Blair went off to have morning sex.”
Becky scoffed, but grinned. Serena rolled her eyes and smiled.
“You know I’m not big on lying,” Becky whispered, once class had started.
“Obviously,” Serena replied, light-heartedly.
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