Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Serena sighed as she waited for someone to pick up on the other line. She had been trying to call Dan for days, but it was almost like he kept avoiding her. Finally, he picked up.
“Dan? Um, I was just wondering if you could make it to Chuck’s party tomorrow?”
“Oh, uh, I’m busy.”
Serena looked confused. “But, last week I thought you said you were free.”
“Yeah, but I made other plans and I guess I forgot to tell you. Sorry.”
The line went dead, and Serena stared at her cell phone, confused.

Nate was sitting in his room watching TV when his phone started buzzing. Startled, he opened it up to see it was a text message.

N-
Just thought I’d invite u 2 the party of the yr. Chuck’s suite, Sunday, 8 pm. Guess he forgot ur invite.
-GG

Nate stared at the message. Chuck was having a party and didn’t invite him? Usually Nate was number one on the invitation list. Closing his phone, N sighed with confusion.

Spotted: S and N, the official spokespeople for confusing phone communication. Oops, was C’s little party supposed to be secret? Well, he should have considered that before inviting everyone on the Upper East Side, and even a couple Brooklyn dwellers. Settle down, I’m not talking about Lonely Boy. Any person could see that Chuck and Dan will never be BFFs. But I hear Chuck’s been looking for a Nathaniel Archibald replacement… a picture perfect friendship, down the tubes. And I’m almost certain Blair Waldorf had everything to do with it.

“So, you stoked for my party tomorrow?” Chuck asked between kisses. He had Blair pinned to her bed as he ran his hands up her thighs.
“Oh yes, I’m so excited about you showcasing us and our relationship for the entire world to see.” Blair pushed back the collar of his jacket, wrapping her hands around his neck.
“As you should be,” Chuck replied, grinning. “I’m quite a catch.”
“Oh, I know,” Blair exclaimed sarcastically. “I just hope my catch doesn’t come laden with crabs when I reel it in.”
“I’ll consider that a joke,” Chuck mumbled, kissing her neck. “A bad joke, but a joke nonetheless.”
Blair laughed. “I thought it was quite original.”
Chuck looked at her. “Please. That’s the oldest one in the book.”
“Oh, and what book is this?” Blair asked, amused.
“The Book of Sex Jokes. Chapter 3, How to Make STDs Funny.”
Blair laughed. “You’re really something,” she said to him. “But I’m not sure if I mean that in a good way.”
“You better mean it in a good way,” Chuck said, looking at her. “Or no more limo sex.”
B rolled her eyes. “Oh, I would be so lost without it.”
“I know. But that’s okay; we can always find new places.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Like the storage closets of certain French restaurants.”
“Hmm, yeah, there’s nothing like having sex in a closet and having a waitress walk in on you.”
“I know. We could ask her to join us.”
Blair pushed him away slightly. “You’re sick.”
“Sick but hot. Get over it.”
Laughing, B pushed off his jacket. “I think I already am,” she said, reaching up to kiss him.