Chapter 4

Chapter 4
(Referring to the show stops after Seventeen Candles. The story is strictly on its own from now on. Disregard all episodes including and after Blair Waldorf Must Pie.)

“Hello?” Blair said into her cell phone. She was in her room again, avoiding the outside world. Now that Serena knew about her and Chuck, Blair was afraid of who else might know.
“Come with me to dinner,” a male voice said over the phone. Blair was startled.
“Chuck?” She asked, frowning a little.
“Who else?” Chuck replied, his voice loaded with arrogance.
Blair thought of Nate. “Chuck, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”
“I wasn’t asking you for your opinion. You need to face the world sometime, Waldorf. You can’t hide in your little penthouse forever.” Blair thought about what he said. She hated to admit it, but he was right.
“Fine. But where can we go where someone won’t see us? You expect us to go to some diner in Queens or something?”
“Of course not! Don’t be ridiculous, Blair. People like us are too classy to go somewhere like that. I was actually thinking that new restaurant on the edge of Manhattan. No one should be over there, and it seems nice enough.”
Blair sighed. “Alright, just promise me there’ll be no stripper poles there.”
“You know I can never make that promise.” Blair rolled her eyes. She could almost visualize Chuck on the other end of the phone, smiling his cocky smile.
“8 o’clock tonight. I’ll meet you there,” she said, standing up. “Oh, wait. Casual?”
“Formal. I love you in gowns. Make sure it’s see-through. Those are my favourite.” Blair gagged and hung up. It was hard to remember that the sweet, caring person at her party just a few days ago was Chuck Bass, the king of scotch and hotel maids. Blair wondered which one she would get tonight.

Spotted: Nate Archibald stepping out of a taxi outside the Palace Hotel. Who could he be looking for? Why, his best friend, of course. Where else would young Bass be at four in the afternoon other than his hotel’s bar? Good luck, C. You’re gonna need it.

“Is Chuck Bass here?” Nate asked the head bartender. The man pointed across the room. The bar wasn’t that busy, so N could clearly see his best friend sitting on a bar stool in the corner gulping down a glass of rum.
“A little early for that, isn’t it?” Nate said, sitting down next to Chuck. C choked on his drink in surprise. A moment later, once he had set down his glass, he swivelled his stool to Nate.
Chuck cleared his throat. “Not for me,” he said, reaching for the glass again. Nate stopped him, chuckling.
“Rough day?”
“I guess you could say that.”
“Look, I wanted to talk to you about Blair’s party.”
Chuck looked nervous. Did Nate know? “….What about it?” he said, gazing longingly at the half a glass of rum Nate had ordered the bartender to take away.
“I just wanted to know if she’s okay. I know I didn’t show up; how did she take it?”
“Uh, well, she was a little upset. But not for long.” Chuck remembered the sweet smell of Blair’s perfume and the soft, glossy feel of her hair from the other night. Right before she kissed him.
“Good.” Nate seemed relieved.
“Not for you,” Chuck mumbled under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Uh, nothing. I just have to go. Have somewhere to be, you know. Me and my dad are meeting to discuss the business potential for Victrola.” Thoughts of the burlesque club and the limo came flooding into Chuck’s mind. He stood up quickly.
“Huh?” Nate asked, following his friend to the door. “I thought that wasn’t until tomorrow.”
“….It, uh, it got moved. Yeah, my dad had some other business to attend to. Well, Nathaniel, it’s been fun. See ya later.” Slapping Nate on the arm, Chuck sauntered away. When he rounded the bend, he ran all the way to where his limo was parked. Nate stood there, gazing after Chuck, a puzzled look on his face. It seemed that guy had more mood swings than Blair during her time of the month.