Chapter 33
Part 2
Once Blair had gotten Jenny comfortable and found her some other people to talk with, she met Chuck near the large window. He was looking out at the city. Blair followed his gaze.
“You know, you confuse the crap out of me, Chuck Bass,” she said finally.
Chuck looked at her. “Not knowing everything makes life a whole lot more interesting.” Blair avoided his look and continued staring at the city below.
“Yeah, well, I barely know anything anymore. Especially about you.” B sighed.
“Well, then, I’ll let you in on a few things,” Chuck said to her, sliding his hand around her waist. “Firstly, I hate Nathaniel.” Blair laughed. “Secondly, I like money.”
“No surprise there.” B rolled her eyes.
“I like money because it can buy things that make you happy,” Chuck added. Blair looked at him. He was gazing intently at her. Sometimes she felt like when he looked at her, he saw right through to her soul. It gave her the most eerie feeling, but also the most amazing rush, to gaze into his deep brown eyes and see the delicate care and fascination in his expression when he looked at her. Sighing quietly, Blair slipped out of his hands and turned to face him.
“Have you ever thought that maybe what truly makes me happy can’t be bought?” she said, looking at him, her head tilted slightly. Chuck was silent, for the first time, pondering over what to say.
“Blair,” he said finally, “I know what makes you happy.” He gave her a small smile, and, getting hold of her waist, pulled her into him. After a tiny moment of gazing into each other’s eyes, Chuck kissed her.
[Meanwhile…] Nate opened the door to Chuck’s suite and pushed his way through the crowds of people. He was searching for Chuck to try and find out why he hadn’t been invited. Nate slipped across the room until he reached the large bay window that hung over the city. And, pushing the last few people aside, he arrived just a few feet away from Blair and Chuck. Kissing.
The anger started to boil in Nate’s chest, rising up into his throat. He swallowed hard, and walked briskly over to Chuck. Prying him from B, he swung Chuck to face him, and punched him in the right eye. Before Chuck could fight back, Nate had grabbed his collar and pinned him to the window. N’s eyes were dark with rage.
“What, the hell, Chuck?!” Nate yelled, gripping C’s collar tighter.
“Get your hands off of me!” Chuck yelled back, shoving Nate away and quickly punching him in the jaw. Nate stumbled back and felt his bleeding face, but only for a moment. His glare swung back to Chuck and putting as much force as he could into it, Nate grabbed his friend and rammed him back into the window.
“You lay your hands on her again and you’re dead.” Nate emphasized his words with the extra shove he gave Chuck. C heard the window groan against the weight, and he glanced down at the street down below. Turning to face Nate again, he pushed back hard against him, causing N to fall to the floor.
And before half of the guests could come and see what was going on, Nate and Chuck were rolling on the floor, beating the crap out of each other. Blair just yelled at them desperately, but it was no use.
Eventually, a group of seniors from St. Jude’s were able to pull the two apart, and as some of them led Nate out of the suite, he was still yelling threats at Chuck. C rubbed his sore jaw as he rushed people out of the hotel room. When all of the guests were gone, he closed the door and sighed. Blair was sitting on the bed, watching him with a troubled look on her face.
“Why did you invite Nate without telling me?” she asked, although it sounded more like a statement than a question.
Chuck sighed. “Blair, I—” But B cut him off.
“Did you plan for him come and find out?” Blair studied Chuck intently as he walked towards her, rubbing the fresh bruise on his cheek.
“No, of course not,” C reassured her. He held out his arms when he reached the bed, but Blair just stood up and walked past him. As she reached the door, she looked back at him.
“I can’t believe you would do this,” Blair said coldly. Then she laughed, looking up at the ceiling. “Actually, I do believe you would do this. After all, you are Chuck Bass. And this is exactly the kind of crap you pull all the time.”
Chuck tried to say something, but B interrupted. “You know what, Chuck? Forget it. I’m sick of this. I guess it was just too good to be true. No matter what, you just can’t seem to behave yourself.” Blair opened the door, and looked back at him, a disappointed and hurt look on her face. “Not even for me.”
After Blair closed the door, Chuck let out a huge sigh and flopped down on the bed. He was just too tired to go after her.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Chapter 33 -Part 1
Chapter 33
Part 1
“So, how did you guys hook up?” Blair and Chuck were standing talking to a couple of sophomores at C’s party. Chuck had been shamelessly flaunting Blair for the past hour, showing off that he could, in fact, be committed to one girl.
“Well,” Chuck said, grinning, “it all started with a strip club, some cocktails, and a—” Blair jabbed her elbow into Chuck’s stomach, and smiled at the two sophomores.
“It’s a… long story,” she said as Chuck glared at her.
The guests walked off, and B whirled on her heels to face C. “I told you you could make us public,” she hissed, “not tell everyone our personal, private story!”
“Well, don’t you want people to know how we started?” Chuck had his usual smug grin on his face.
“No, I don’t! It’s not a very good, story, if you think about it!” Blair’s eyes were bright with anger. “And it sure as hell isn’t romantic!”
Chuck just stared at her, not saying a word. The smug grin was still on his lips, and Blair just wanted to slap it right off.
But they were in public.
“Behave yourself,” she breathed as she swiftly walked past him. C just watched her go, and swallowed the rest of his scotch.
B met Serena over on one of the sofas. “Dan hasn’t been answering my calls. He said he was busy.”
“Then he probably is,” Blair said, sitting down next to her. “Don’t worry about it. Maybe he just thinks you guys are spending too much time together.”
“Maybe...” Serena said, but she didn’t sound that sure of herself. “Oh, well. How’s your evening going?”
“Chuck’s screwing it up, as always,” Blair said, a little bitterly. “God, why does he have to be such an a** all the time?”
“Because he’s Chuck Bass,” Serena said, laughing. “He’s nothing without his smarminess.”
“Is that even a word?” Blair looked at her friend sceptically.
“Actually, I think it is. They made it up in honour of Chuck.”
“I’m sure they did.” Blair sighed and rose from the sofa. She got herself a cocktail at the bar, and noticed Jenny arriving. Before she could close the door, Chuck appeared by J’s side, offering to take her coat. B inched her way towards them casually, listening in.
“So glad you could make it, Little J,” Chuck was saying. “Yeah, well, I was in the neighbourhood.” Jenny laughed nervously as Chuck studied her face.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” C asked nonchalantly, adjusting the silver watch on his wrist.
“Oh, you mean Oliver? I don’t know; he couldn’t make it.” Chuck was about to say something when J quickly added, “And he’s not my boyfriend. We went out once.”
“Well, any guy would be lucky to have you.” Chuck said the words slowly, emphasizing every syllable. He kissed her hand gently; his eyes fixed to hers all the while. Sighing, Blair stood up from her seat nearby and walked over to them.
“Chuck, stop hitting on Jenny,” she scolded, giving J a sympathetic look.
“I wasn’t hitting on anyone, B. I was just being a friendly host.” Chuck gazed at Blair in a failed attempt to look innocent.
“Oh, please, I could spot you drooling from across the room,” Blair said, rolling her eyes. “Come on, J. Let’s leave old Bass here to his perverted fantasies.” B linked arms with Jenny, narrowed her eyes at Chuck, and headed to the other side of the room.
Part 1
“So, how did you guys hook up?” Blair and Chuck were standing talking to a couple of sophomores at C’s party. Chuck had been shamelessly flaunting Blair for the past hour, showing off that he could, in fact, be committed to one girl.
“Well,” Chuck said, grinning, “it all started with a strip club, some cocktails, and a—” Blair jabbed her elbow into Chuck’s stomach, and smiled at the two sophomores.
“It’s a… long story,” she said as Chuck glared at her.
The guests walked off, and B whirled on her heels to face C. “I told you you could make us public,” she hissed, “not tell everyone our personal, private story!”
“Well, don’t you want people to know how we started?” Chuck had his usual smug grin on his face.
“No, I don’t! It’s not a very good, story, if you think about it!” Blair’s eyes were bright with anger. “And it sure as hell isn’t romantic!”
Chuck just stared at her, not saying a word. The smug grin was still on his lips, and Blair just wanted to slap it right off.
But they were in public.
“Behave yourself,” she breathed as she swiftly walked past him. C just watched her go, and swallowed the rest of his scotch.
B met Serena over on one of the sofas. “Dan hasn’t been answering my calls. He said he was busy.”
“Then he probably is,” Blair said, sitting down next to her. “Don’t worry about it. Maybe he just thinks you guys are spending too much time together.”
“Maybe...” Serena said, but she didn’t sound that sure of herself. “Oh, well. How’s your evening going?”
“Chuck’s screwing it up, as always,” Blair said, a little bitterly. “God, why does he have to be such an a** all the time?”
“Because he’s Chuck Bass,” Serena said, laughing. “He’s nothing without his smarminess.”
“Is that even a word?” Blair looked at her friend sceptically.
“Actually, I think it is. They made it up in honour of Chuck.”
“I’m sure they did.” Blair sighed and rose from the sofa. She got herself a cocktail at the bar, and noticed Jenny arriving. Before she could close the door, Chuck appeared by J’s side, offering to take her coat. B inched her way towards them casually, listening in.
“So glad you could make it, Little J,” Chuck was saying. “Yeah, well, I was in the neighbourhood.” Jenny laughed nervously as Chuck studied her face.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” C asked nonchalantly, adjusting the silver watch on his wrist.
“Oh, you mean Oliver? I don’t know; he couldn’t make it.” Chuck was about to say something when J quickly added, “And he’s not my boyfriend. We went out once.”
“Well, any guy would be lucky to have you.” Chuck said the words slowly, emphasizing every syllable. He kissed her hand gently; his eyes fixed to hers all the while. Sighing, Blair stood up from her seat nearby and walked over to them.
“Chuck, stop hitting on Jenny,” she scolded, giving J a sympathetic look.
“I wasn’t hitting on anyone, B. I was just being a friendly host.” Chuck gazed at Blair in a failed attempt to look innocent.
“Oh, please, I could spot you drooling from across the room,” Blair said, rolling her eyes. “Come on, J. Let’s leave old Bass here to his perverted fantasies.” B linked arms with Jenny, narrowed her eyes at Chuck, and headed to the other side of the room.
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.
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.
Chapter 31
Chapter 31
“Serena? It’s Jenny. Can you come over? I’m having a major fashion crisis!” Jenny hung up the phone and went back to her closet. She searched the racks hopelessly. I have nothing to wear! was the only thought running through her mind as she pulled out random articles and tossed them aside carelessly.
When Jenny heard the knocking of the front door, she raced to answer it. “Thank goodness you’re here!” she exclaimed. “Serena, I have absolutely nothing to wear, and my date with Oliver is in an hour! Please help me!” Serena laughed at the pleading in J’s voice.
“Jenny, didn’t we go shopping like two days ago?”
“Yes, but none of that stuff is good enough! Oliver is like the picture perfect Upper East Sider!”
“Only less scandalous,” Serena added quietly, laughing.
“In any case, I really need to impress him! He won’t expect me to show up in some $20 blouse from Macy’s!”
“What’s wrong with Macy’s?” Serena asked, frowning, as she followed Jenny to her room.
“Everything, compared to the clothes his previous girlfriends have worn!” Jenny sighed as she flopped down on her bed. “Serena, what am I gonna do?”
“Well, I think you’re gonna stop moaning and try on this fabulous dress I bought for you yesterday.” Serena smiled as she reached into the shopping bag she was carrying. Jenny gasped as S pulled out a hot pink strapless Waldorf original. The gown looked like a prettier version of the gold dress Jenny wore the night of Blair’s sleepover.
“Blair and I went shopping, and we stopped by her mother’s boutique. Blair said the colour was a little dated, as in a few months ago, but I bought it anyway. I thought you wouldn’t mind.” Serena smiled as she handed the dress to Jenny. “So, what do you think?”
“Oh, Serena! It’s… it’s gorgeous! Thank you so much!”
“Don’t mention it. Oh, but you might want these, too.” S pulled out a matching pair of pink heels.
Jenny was overcome with joy. Screaming, she enveloped Serena in a huge hug. Laughing, S hugged back.
“Now you get ready. Oliver’s gonna be here soon, and you still don’t have your makeup done.” Serena smiled as she began to leave the room.
“Uh, Serena…” Jenny called after her.
“Yeah?”
“You wouldn’t happen to have a Sephora kit handy, would you?” Jenny smiled shyly. Grinning, S pulled a stuffed makeup bag out of her purse. She tossed it to Jenny.
“Here. Knock yourself out.”
After Serena had left, all Little J could do was hop around the room, ecstatic over what S had done for her.
“Oh, wow,” Oliver said, gaping at Jenny as she arrived outside the restaurant. “You look… amazing.”
Jenny smiled. She didn’t want him to pick her up from home and see where she lived, so she had asked him to meet her at a club in downtown Manhattan. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”
Oliver was in a navy blue dress shirt and dark jeans. His amazing green eyes glittered at the sight of her. Jenny looked him all over, wondering why he looked so vaguely familiar. Suddenly, she realized it. Oliver looked very much like a younger version of Nate.
Shaking the thought out of her head, Jenny linked arms with Oliver and walked into the restaurant.
“You look so good,” Oliver told her, smiling, once they had sat down. “Pink is your colour.”
“Yeah, well, I do like pink,” Jenny said, in a failing attempt to be funny. ‘I do like pink’? What am I, a four year old girl? Jenny sighed at her stupid remark while Oliver just looked puzzled.
“Um, yeah,” he said. “I’m sure you do.”
“So, uh, anyway,” Jenny said quickly, desperately trying to change the subject. “Blair told me you’re the captain of the debate team. What’s that like?”
“It’s interesting,” Oliver replied, taking a sip from the drink the waitress had just brought him. “Even though my dream is to study social sciences, I was always interested in being a lawyer, so I joined the team to improve my skills.”
“Wow. But I also heard you play lacrosse?”
“Yup.”
“You know, I didn’t expect the captain of the debate team also to be a sports buff.” Jenny cringed at her own use of the phrase sports buff.
Oliver laughed. “Hardly. I just play lacrosse to stay fit. I’m really more of an academic. But what about you? Do you play sports?”
“Well, no, unless you count shopping as a sport.” Jenny laughed nervously as she stirred her drink with a toothpick. Oliver studied her face, and then let out a strained laugh.
The evening went on in a similar way until it was late enough for both of them to call it a night. As the two walked outside, Oliver asked, “Do you need me to call you a cab or something?”
“Oh no, I’ll be fine. I’m sure the pink stretch limo will be here soon.” Jenny smiled at Oliver, trying to read his face to see if he got the joke. He just stared at her for a moment, and sighed.
“Jenny, I have to be honest with you. I don’t like stereotype girls. You know, the kinds who traipse around in designer shoes and forty-dollar lip gloss. I don’t care about that stuff. I like girls who are confident and don’t feel like they need to buy their way into society.
“That’s why I don’t date the Blair Waldorfs of the world. I mean, no offence to Blair Waldorf, but I find those girls shallow and superficial, not to mention insecure. I want to be with someone for who they are, not who they wear.” Oliver tried to make eye contact with Jenny, but she was just staring at the pavement below her. She could feel tears welling in her eyes.
“Jenny,” Oliver said, this time more gently, “Who are you?”
Forcing herself not to cry, J looked up at him. She swallowed, and took a deep breath in. “I’m Jenny Humphrey, and I’m a freshman at Constance Billiard School for Girls. I’m always trying to fit in with the girls at my school, but I just can’t because I’m not like them. I listen to the Spice Girls and shop at thrift stores, and the only reason I’m wearing an Eleanor Waldorf original tonight is because a friend bought it for me. I couldn’t afford it if I saved up for five years.” Sighing, Jenny felt a tear slip down her cheek. “I’m Jenny Humphrey, and I’m a Brooklyn girl living in an Upper East Side world.”
Smiling softly, Oliver wiped the tear from her cheek. “I knew you weren’t yourself tonight,” he told her quietly. “But I always want you to be yourself. You don’t have to pretend to be somebody else just to impress people. Sometimes the best thing is just to be honest and true.”
Jenny wiped her eyes and looked at Oliver. “I was afraid that if I told you who I was, you wouldn’t give me a chance.”
“You should have told me. I wouldn’t have judged you.”
Still sniffling, Jenny smiled slightly. “Are you judging me now?”
Oliver smiled back. “Well, now that I know that you’re an actual human being with feelings, I don’t have to.”
Oliver placed his hand gently on her cheek, and kissed her. Jenny felt happy to be in that perfect moment, staring into his warm eyes, feeling his gentle breath on her lips. It was like something out of a fairy tale.
Jenny hugged him, not needing to say a word. After a few minutes of silent cuddling on the sidewalk, Oliver called her a cab.
“Take this gorgeous girl home,” he said to the cab driver as he helped Jenny into the back. Smiling, Jenny told the driver to go to Brooklyn.
She said goodbye to Oliver just before she shut the door, and watched him through the window as the cab began to pull away.
Leaning back on the seat, Jenny sighed. For once in her life, she felt proud to be from Brooklyn.
“Serena? It’s Jenny. Can you come over? I’m having a major fashion crisis!” Jenny hung up the phone and went back to her closet. She searched the racks hopelessly. I have nothing to wear! was the only thought running through her mind as she pulled out random articles and tossed them aside carelessly.
When Jenny heard the knocking of the front door, she raced to answer it. “Thank goodness you’re here!” she exclaimed. “Serena, I have absolutely nothing to wear, and my date with Oliver is in an hour! Please help me!” Serena laughed at the pleading in J’s voice.
“Jenny, didn’t we go shopping like two days ago?”
“Yes, but none of that stuff is good enough! Oliver is like the picture perfect Upper East Sider!”
“Only less scandalous,” Serena added quietly, laughing.
“In any case, I really need to impress him! He won’t expect me to show up in some $20 blouse from Macy’s!”
“What’s wrong with Macy’s?” Serena asked, frowning, as she followed Jenny to her room.
“Everything, compared to the clothes his previous girlfriends have worn!” Jenny sighed as she flopped down on her bed. “Serena, what am I gonna do?”
“Well, I think you’re gonna stop moaning and try on this fabulous dress I bought for you yesterday.” Serena smiled as she reached into the shopping bag she was carrying. Jenny gasped as S pulled out a hot pink strapless Waldorf original. The gown looked like a prettier version of the gold dress Jenny wore the night of Blair’s sleepover.
“Blair and I went shopping, and we stopped by her mother’s boutique. Blair said the colour was a little dated, as in a few months ago, but I bought it anyway. I thought you wouldn’t mind.” Serena smiled as she handed the dress to Jenny. “So, what do you think?”
“Oh, Serena! It’s… it’s gorgeous! Thank you so much!”
“Don’t mention it. Oh, but you might want these, too.” S pulled out a matching pair of pink heels.
Jenny was overcome with joy. Screaming, she enveloped Serena in a huge hug. Laughing, S hugged back.
“Now you get ready. Oliver’s gonna be here soon, and you still don’t have your makeup done.” Serena smiled as she began to leave the room.
“Uh, Serena…” Jenny called after her.
“Yeah?”
“You wouldn’t happen to have a Sephora kit handy, would you?” Jenny smiled shyly. Grinning, S pulled a stuffed makeup bag out of her purse. She tossed it to Jenny.
“Here. Knock yourself out.”
After Serena had left, all Little J could do was hop around the room, ecstatic over what S had done for her.
“Oh, wow,” Oliver said, gaping at Jenny as she arrived outside the restaurant. “You look… amazing.”
Jenny smiled. She didn’t want him to pick her up from home and see where she lived, so she had asked him to meet her at a club in downtown Manhattan. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”
Oliver was in a navy blue dress shirt and dark jeans. His amazing green eyes glittered at the sight of her. Jenny looked him all over, wondering why he looked so vaguely familiar. Suddenly, she realized it. Oliver looked very much like a younger version of Nate.
Shaking the thought out of her head, Jenny linked arms with Oliver and walked into the restaurant.
“You look so good,” Oliver told her, smiling, once they had sat down. “Pink is your colour.”
“Yeah, well, I do like pink,” Jenny said, in a failing attempt to be funny. ‘I do like pink’? What am I, a four year old girl? Jenny sighed at her stupid remark while Oliver just looked puzzled.
“Um, yeah,” he said. “I’m sure you do.”
“So, uh, anyway,” Jenny said quickly, desperately trying to change the subject. “Blair told me you’re the captain of the debate team. What’s that like?”
“It’s interesting,” Oliver replied, taking a sip from the drink the waitress had just brought him. “Even though my dream is to study social sciences, I was always interested in being a lawyer, so I joined the team to improve my skills.”
“Wow. But I also heard you play lacrosse?”
“Yup.”
“You know, I didn’t expect the captain of the debate team also to be a sports buff.” Jenny cringed at her own use of the phrase sports buff.
Oliver laughed. “Hardly. I just play lacrosse to stay fit. I’m really more of an academic. But what about you? Do you play sports?”
“Well, no, unless you count shopping as a sport.” Jenny laughed nervously as she stirred her drink with a toothpick. Oliver studied her face, and then let out a strained laugh.
The evening went on in a similar way until it was late enough for both of them to call it a night. As the two walked outside, Oliver asked, “Do you need me to call you a cab or something?”
“Oh no, I’ll be fine. I’m sure the pink stretch limo will be here soon.” Jenny smiled at Oliver, trying to read his face to see if he got the joke. He just stared at her for a moment, and sighed.
“Jenny, I have to be honest with you. I don’t like stereotype girls. You know, the kinds who traipse around in designer shoes and forty-dollar lip gloss. I don’t care about that stuff. I like girls who are confident and don’t feel like they need to buy their way into society.
“That’s why I don’t date the Blair Waldorfs of the world. I mean, no offence to Blair Waldorf, but I find those girls shallow and superficial, not to mention insecure. I want to be with someone for who they are, not who they wear.” Oliver tried to make eye contact with Jenny, but she was just staring at the pavement below her. She could feel tears welling in her eyes.
“Jenny,” Oliver said, this time more gently, “Who are you?”
Forcing herself not to cry, J looked up at him. She swallowed, and took a deep breath in. “I’m Jenny Humphrey, and I’m a freshman at Constance Billiard School for Girls. I’m always trying to fit in with the girls at my school, but I just can’t because I’m not like them. I listen to the Spice Girls and shop at thrift stores, and the only reason I’m wearing an Eleanor Waldorf original tonight is because a friend bought it for me. I couldn’t afford it if I saved up for five years.” Sighing, Jenny felt a tear slip down her cheek. “I’m Jenny Humphrey, and I’m a Brooklyn girl living in an Upper East Side world.”
Smiling softly, Oliver wiped the tear from her cheek. “I knew you weren’t yourself tonight,” he told her quietly. “But I always want you to be yourself. You don’t have to pretend to be somebody else just to impress people. Sometimes the best thing is just to be honest and true.”
Jenny wiped her eyes and looked at Oliver. “I was afraid that if I told you who I was, you wouldn’t give me a chance.”
“You should have told me. I wouldn’t have judged you.”
Still sniffling, Jenny smiled slightly. “Are you judging me now?”
Oliver smiled back. “Well, now that I know that you’re an actual human being with feelings, I don’t have to.”
Oliver placed his hand gently on her cheek, and kissed her. Jenny felt happy to be in that perfect moment, staring into his warm eyes, feeling his gentle breath on her lips. It was like something out of a fairy tale.
Jenny hugged him, not needing to say a word. After a few minutes of silent cuddling on the sidewalk, Oliver called her a cab.
“Take this gorgeous girl home,” he said to the cab driver as he helped Jenny into the back. Smiling, Jenny told the driver to go to Brooklyn.
She said goodbye to Oliver just before she shut the door, and watched him through the window as the cab began to pull away.
Leaning back on the seat, Jenny sighed. For once in her life, she felt proud to be from Brooklyn.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Well, people, it’s been a few days since anything scandalous has happened. Oh, besides a few minor things, of course.
We hear a certain Lonely Boy has been avoiding S. Now he’s lonelier than ever. We’re back to square one with him. Joy.
Bass has been blowing off Nate. He has suggested that N find some new friends. Hmm, are we sensing some tension between the most popular boys of the UES? We sure hope so. Those two are just a little too close. And God, people, that’s not what I mean! Close friends. At least, that’s what we’re all hoping. ;)
Our favourite wannabe “It Couple”, Little J and Oliver, have not been seen together since Monday. Luckily, their date is tomorrow, so I’ll naturally get all the deats.
And, by popular demand, people have been wanting to know what’s up with the Queen B. Well, her life hasn’t been very interesting lately. But I think she’s been spending just a little too much time with Chuck…
And, speaking of Chuck, everyone’s stoked for his party this weekend. Well, almost everyone. Whoever said Sunday was a day of rest sure didn’t know the Upper East Siders.
xoxo, GOSSIP GIRL
“Dan hasn’t called me in forever,” Serena said as she searched a rack of skirts for her size. S and B were at a little boutique in the centre of Manhattan, looking for new outfits to wear at Chuck’s party. “I wonder if everything’s okay.”
“Hmm, well, normally I would suggest going to his house and trying to find him, but you’ve done enough of that already to be classified as a stalker.” Blair laughed as Serena shoved her lightly. “But seriously, S, you are a little obsessed.”
“Whatever.” Serena laughed.
“Hold on a second while I go try this on.” Blair rushed off to the dressing room, leaving Serena in the middle of the store.
A few minutes later, Blair came back out in a beautiful black dress. It had a low V-neck, trimmed with ruffles, and the skirt of it flowed down to her knees, where more black ruffles lined the bottom.
“Oh, Blair!” Serena exclaimed, watching as B twirled in front of a mirror. “You look gorgeous!”
“I know!” Blair said, beaming. “This’ll go perfectly with my new black heels.”
“And your Birthday Necklace,” Serena teased. Blair laughed, but she actually did think it would look nice with the dress.
“I’m so getting this,” B said as she walked back into her change room.
“Chuck’ll love it!” Serena called after her.
Laughing, Blair closed the door. She stared at the dress in the mirror. I sure hope so, she thought to herself, smiling.
When Blair opened the door to her room, she was surprised to find someone was already waiting for her there.
“We need to talk,” Chuck said, getting up from the chair he was sitting in. Quickly, Blair put her shopping bag away. She wanted the dress to be a surprise.
“Why, are you like, breaking up with me or something?”
“No, but I might be if Nate doesn’t find out soon. Blair, that guy is driving me insane! He’s always stalking me and interrogating me!”
“Uh, I hate to break it to you, but you and Nate are best friends. And I’m pretty sure he just wants to hang out with you. That’s what friends do.”
“Humph. Yeah, sure, that’s why he was asking about you and me.”
Blair stared at him. “He asked you about us?”
“Well, I mean, not directly. But I’m sure that’s what he meant when he asked to borrow my shampoo.”
Blair laughed. “You’re so paranoid. Everything’s fine. We’ll tell him later, alone. It would be best not to make a scene.”
“But still. It’s not just about what he says.” Chuck sat down again. “Whenever I’m around him, I get really nervous. Like he’s suddenly just gonna know.”
“Hmm, Chuck Bass, nervous?” Blair said sarcastically, sitting down on his lap. “What is happening to the world? What’s next, Gossip Girl not using fashion metaphors? Serena not being obsessed with a lowly Brooklyn boy?”
Chuck put his hand around her waist, but narrowed his eyes at her. “Scoff if you will, Waldorf, but it’s true that things are changing.”
“Oh, really?” Blair looked sceptical.
“Oh yes,” Chuck said, leaning close to her. “You know great changes are coming when Blair Cornelia Waldorf is no longer in the arms of Nathaniel Archibald.”
“Hmm, yes, especially when she’s in the arms of his best friend Bass. You know, it’s like I always say,”—B spoke quietly, almost in a whisper—“Best friends come and go, but Blair is forever.”
And smiling, B leaned in and kissed him.
Well, people, it’s been a few days since anything scandalous has happened. Oh, besides a few minor things, of course.
We hear a certain Lonely Boy has been avoiding S. Now he’s lonelier than ever. We’re back to square one with him. Joy.
Bass has been blowing off Nate. He has suggested that N find some new friends. Hmm, are we sensing some tension between the most popular boys of the UES? We sure hope so. Those two are just a little too close. And God, people, that’s not what I mean! Close friends. At least, that’s what we’re all hoping. ;)
Our favourite wannabe “It Couple”, Little J and Oliver, have not been seen together since Monday. Luckily, their date is tomorrow, so I’ll naturally get all the deats.
And, by popular demand, people have been wanting to know what’s up with the Queen B. Well, her life hasn’t been very interesting lately. But I think she’s been spending just a little too much time with Chuck…
And, speaking of Chuck, everyone’s stoked for his party this weekend. Well, almost everyone. Whoever said Sunday was a day of rest sure didn’t know the Upper East Siders.
xoxo, GOSSIP GIRL
“Dan hasn’t called me in forever,” Serena said as she searched a rack of skirts for her size. S and B were at a little boutique in the centre of Manhattan, looking for new outfits to wear at Chuck’s party. “I wonder if everything’s okay.”
“Hmm, well, normally I would suggest going to his house and trying to find him, but you’ve done enough of that already to be classified as a stalker.” Blair laughed as Serena shoved her lightly. “But seriously, S, you are a little obsessed.”
“Whatever.” Serena laughed.
“Hold on a second while I go try this on.” Blair rushed off to the dressing room, leaving Serena in the middle of the store.
A few minutes later, Blair came back out in a beautiful black dress. It had a low V-neck, trimmed with ruffles, and the skirt of it flowed down to her knees, where more black ruffles lined the bottom.
“Oh, Blair!” Serena exclaimed, watching as B twirled in front of a mirror. “You look gorgeous!”
“I know!” Blair said, beaming. “This’ll go perfectly with my new black heels.”
“And your Birthday Necklace,” Serena teased. Blair laughed, but she actually did think it would look nice with the dress.
“I’m so getting this,” B said as she walked back into her change room.
“Chuck’ll love it!” Serena called after her.
Laughing, Blair closed the door. She stared at the dress in the mirror. I sure hope so, she thought to herself, smiling.
When Blair opened the door to her room, she was surprised to find someone was already waiting for her there.
“We need to talk,” Chuck said, getting up from the chair he was sitting in. Quickly, Blair put her shopping bag away. She wanted the dress to be a surprise.
“Why, are you like, breaking up with me or something?”
“No, but I might be if Nate doesn’t find out soon. Blair, that guy is driving me insane! He’s always stalking me and interrogating me!”
“Uh, I hate to break it to you, but you and Nate are best friends. And I’m pretty sure he just wants to hang out with you. That’s what friends do.”
“Humph. Yeah, sure, that’s why he was asking about you and me.”
Blair stared at him. “He asked you about us?”
“Well, I mean, not directly. But I’m sure that’s what he meant when he asked to borrow my shampoo.”
Blair laughed. “You’re so paranoid. Everything’s fine. We’ll tell him later, alone. It would be best not to make a scene.”
“But still. It’s not just about what he says.” Chuck sat down again. “Whenever I’m around him, I get really nervous. Like he’s suddenly just gonna know.”
“Hmm, Chuck Bass, nervous?” Blair said sarcastically, sitting down on his lap. “What is happening to the world? What’s next, Gossip Girl not using fashion metaphors? Serena not being obsessed with a lowly Brooklyn boy?”
Chuck put his hand around her waist, but narrowed his eyes at her. “Scoff if you will, Waldorf, but it’s true that things are changing.”
“Oh, really?” Blair looked sceptical.
“Oh yes,” Chuck said, leaning close to her. “You know great changes are coming when Blair Cornelia Waldorf is no longer in the arms of Nathaniel Archibald.”
“Hmm, yes, especially when she’s in the arms of his best friend Bass. You know, it’s like I always say,”—B spoke quietly, almost in a whisper—“Best friends come and go, but Blair is forever.”
And smiling, B leaned in and kissed him.
Chapter 29
Chapter 29
“Hey, man,” Nate said, walking through the door of Chuck’s hotel room.
“Hello, Nathaniel.”
“Can we talk?” Nate sat down next to Chuck on the sofa.
“What about?”
“Well, I dunno. Stuff. We never hang out anymore.”
“What are you talking about? We hang out all the time. Like right now.”
“Um, actually, no, we don’t.”
“Oh, well. We weren’t that close anyway.” Chuck got up to leave.
“What? We’re like best friends.” Nate followed him to the door.
“Yeah, we should talk about that. You really need some new friends.” Chuck opened the door and walked out into the hallway. Nate followed him into the elevator, and down into the lobby. Serena was just leaving.
“Serena!” Chuck called to her, and she turned around. Hesitating, she walked over to them.
“Here you go, Nate,” Chuck said, patting his friend’s shoulder. “You can hang out with S. Knock yourself out.”
Serena nervously watched Chuck go. When they were alone in the lobby, S turned back to Nate. “Um,” she said, actually not knowing what to say. “I… I was just leaving.”
“Yeah.” Nate looked down at the floor. He could sense the huge amount of tension.
“It’s, uh, important, so I better get going. See you later, okay?” Serena quickly rushed out of the hotel and hailed a cab.
Back inside, Nate just stood there. Suddenly, his pocket started vibrating. He took out his cell phone.
“Hello?”
“Nate? It’s Vanessa. I’m done all the finishing touches. Who knew it would take this long to find a leg in that exact colour of leggings? Come over to my place, and we’ll get it printed out.”
“Great. I’m on my way.” Nate closed his phone, and hurried outside.
At Vanessa’s, V showed N the edited photo.
“Wow,” Nate said. “Impressive.”
The photo of Nate and Serena kissing was Photoshopped to make it look like Serena was the one kissing him. Nate’s hands were still around her waist, but S was edited a lot. Her arms were around his neck, she was leaning in, and her right leg was popped up. Nate couldn’t believe how realistic it looked.
“Now, to print it, and send you off to Dan.” Vanessa printed the picture and handed it to Nate. “You know what to do?” Nate nodded. “Good. Don’t screw up.” Vanessa looked at him, very seriously.
“I won’t.”
When Nate reached Dan’s building, he hesitated. Maybe I shouldn’t do this, he thought. Someone’ll find out. I just know it. Sighing, Nate realized he was torn. He didn’t think Dan was that bad of a guy, and he probably didn’t deserve this. But Nate needed Serena. And the only way to win Serena’s heart is if Dan is out of the picture.
Nate walked into the building.
“You don’t really have a life, do you?” Nate asked, laughing, as Dan let him in.
“Actually, I do have a life, and her name is Serena. But she took Jenny out shopping today, so it’s back to being antisocial.” Dan closed the door, but Nate just stood there. “So,” Dan asked, “What brings you to my humble abode?”
“Well, actually, Serena is what I wanted to talk to you about,” Nate said slowly. “Dan, obviously you try and see the best in people. And sometimes that can be a weakness. I know you think Serena’s changed, but she hasn’t. She’ll always be the Old Serena, deep down. And nothing can change that.”
“What are you talking about?” Dan looked confused. Sighing, Nate pulled the printed photo out of his pocket. He handed it to Dan.
Dan stared at the picture, studying every angle. Clearly, Serena was all over Nate. “I… I don’t understand…”
“This happened a few days ago. Gossip Girl emailed me the photo. She was probably trying to prove a point. I’m sorry, Dan.”
All Dan could do was stand there and stare at the piece of the paper in his hands.
“Look,” N said as he opened the front door, “If I were you, I wouldn’t say anything to Serena. It probably wouldn’t go well. You should just keep your dignity and move on.” And with that, Nate was gone.
Dan just stared at the closed door in front of him, an expression of deep betrayal on his face.
“Hey, man,” Nate said, walking through the door of Chuck’s hotel room.
“Hello, Nathaniel.”
“Can we talk?” Nate sat down next to Chuck on the sofa.
“What about?”
“Well, I dunno. Stuff. We never hang out anymore.”
“What are you talking about? We hang out all the time. Like right now.”
“Um, actually, no, we don’t.”
“Oh, well. We weren’t that close anyway.” Chuck got up to leave.
“What? We’re like best friends.” Nate followed him to the door.
“Yeah, we should talk about that. You really need some new friends.” Chuck opened the door and walked out into the hallway. Nate followed him into the elevator, and down into the lobby. Serena was just leaving.
“Serena!” Chuck called to her, and she turned around. Hesitating, she walked over to them.
“Here you go, Nate,” Chuck said, patting his friend’s shoulder. “You can hang out with S. Knock yourself out.”
Serena nervously watched Chuck go. When they were alone in the lobby, S turned back to Nate. “Um,” she said, actually not knowing what to say. “I… I was just leaving.”
“Yeah.” Nate looked down at the floor. He could sense the huge amount of tension.
“It’s, uh, important, so I better get going. See you later, okay?” Serena quickly rushed out of the hotel and hailed a cab.
Back inside, Nate just stood there. Suddenly, his pocket started vibrating. He took out his cell phone.
“Hello?”
“Nate? It’s Vanessa. I’m done all the finishing touches. Who knew it would take this long to find a leg in that exact colour of leggings? Come over to my place, and we’ll get it printed out.”
“Great. I’m on my way.” Nate closed his phone, and hurried outside.
At Vanessa’s, V showed N the edited photo.
“Wow,” Nate said. “Impressive.”
The photo of Nate and Serena kissing was Photoshopped to make it look like Serena was the one kissing him. Nate’s hands were still around her waist, but S was edited a lot. Her arms were around his neck, she was leaning in, and her right leg was popped up. Nate couldn’t believe how realistic it looked.
“Now, to print it, and send you off to Dan.” Vanessa printed the picture and handed it to Nate. “You know what to do?” Nate nodded. “Good. Don’t screw up.” Vanessa looked at him, very seriously.
“I won’t.”
When Nate reached Dan’s building, he hesitated. Maybe I shouldn’t do this, he thought. Someone’ll find out. I just know it. Sighing, Nate realized he was torn. He didn’t think Dan was that bad of a guy, and he probably didn’t deserve this. But Nate needed Serena. And the only way to win Serena’s heart is if Dan is out of the picture.
Nate walked into the building.
“You don’t really have a life, do you?” Nate asked, laughing, as Dan let him in.
“Actually, I do have a life, and her name is Serena. But she took Jenny out shopping today, so it’s back to being antisocial.” Dan closed the door, but Nate just stood there. “So,” Dan asked, “What brings you to my humble abode?”
“Well, actually, Serena is what I wanted to talk to you about,” Nate said slowly. “Dan, obviously you try and see the best in people. And sometimes that can be a weakness. I know you think Serena’s changed, but she hasn’t. She’ll always be the Old Serena, deep down. And nothing can change that.”
“What are you talking about?” Dan looked confused. Sighing, Nate pulled the printed photo out of his pocket. He handed it to Dan.
Dan stared at the picture, studying every angle. Clearly, Serena was all over Nate. “I… I don’t understand…”
“This happened a few days ago. Gossip Girl emailed me the photo. She was probably trying to prove a point. I’m sorry, Dan.”
All Dan could do was stand there and stare at the piece of the paper in his hands.
“Look,” N said as he opened the front door, “If I were you, I wouldn’t say anything to Serena. It probably wouldn’t go well. You should just keep your dignity and move on.” And with that, Nate was gone.
Dan just stared at the closed door in front of him, an expression of deep betrayal on his face.
Chapter 28
Chapter 28
Blair and Chuck were making out on Blair’s bed, as usual, when Serena suddenly came into the room. Surprised, Blair shoved Chuck off the bed and onto the floor.
Serena rolled her eyes. “You guys really should become public already.”
Chuck, getting up, smiled at her. “Why, so we can have sex in front of everybody?”
“Thank god I didn’t come in a few minutes later,” Serena said, staring at Chuck. “Who knows what would have happened by then?”
“Oh, I think you have a pretty good idea of what would have happened by then.” Chuck winked at S and sat back down on the bed. Serena shuddered in disgust, and walked over to Blair.
“B, I need you to help me do some online research. Our computer broke, and my cell phone died.”
“Sure,” Blair said, walking over and logging onto her computer. “What do you need to research?”
“Oliver Jacobs.”
Blair smiled wickedly. “Oh, gossip research. My favourite kind.” Blair clicked open the Gossip Girl homepage.
“I just want to know a little more about him. After the Chuck incident, I want to be sure that whoever Jenny is seeing is safe.” Serena glared at Chuck.
“Hey, I’m safe! I always have condoms available.”
Serena rolled her eyes. “Blair, do you know anything about Oliver?”
Blair swivelled in her chair to face Serena. “Hmm, let’s see. He was born here, a true blue blood, from one of the richest families in New York. He’s on the yearbook committee, the environmental committee, and the charity drive committee. He’s the captain of the debate team, he’s on the lacrosse team, and does various extracurricular activities. He hopes to study social sciences and one day attend Oxford, his dream school. And from what I know,”–Blair gave Serena a satisfied smile—“he’s still a virgin.”
“Um, okay, that’s great. But, how do you know all of that?” Serena looked at Blair, confused.
“Because she tried to take his virginity a few years back, but he’s gay,” Chuck piped up.
“Yeah, right.” Blair glared at him. “He’s not gay. In fact, he’s had a few girlfriends, but he’s more for relationships than flings.”
“That’s more than you can say for us, isn’t it Blair?” Chuck laughed as he ducked a velvet pillow Blair hurled at him.
“I’ve known him for a while. His parents were always invited to my mom and dad’s parties, so I got to converse with him over the years. Not a bad kid. Reminds me a little of a younger Nate. But less preppy.” The girls laughed.
“Alright, well, thanks. I just wanted to know because I look out for Jenny like a sister.”
“Oh, god, Serena,” Chuck said, sounding disgusted. “Dan’s her brother, and you’re going out with him. Nice way to do a remake of the Brady Bunch.”
“Yeah, well, you’re the disgusting one. Remember when you hit on me when I came back from boarding school? Well, you know our parents are dating, right? Talk about creepy.” Serena shuddered at the thought of her mother and Bart Bass.
“Ugh. I know. And hey, I hit on you before they were going out. I think. Well, at least before we knew. So it doesn’t count.”
“Wait, you hit on her?” Blair said, astonished.
“Don’t be so surprised, Blair,” Serena said. “He’s hit on like every girl in this city.”
“Don’t exaggerate, S. Not every girl; just most of them. And besides, that was before I met you, love,” Chuck said, coming over and kissing Blair on the cheek. She stared at him dully.
“You met us both at the same time.”
“Well, before I was with you. And don’t be so upset. I was just trying to see what Nate saw in her.”
“Excuse me?!” Serena exclaimed.
“No offence, of course.” Chuck smiled at her.
“Whatever. I have to go. See you two later. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Serena glared at Chuck.
“Serena, darling, you’ve done everything, and everyone.” Chuck smiled again as Serena sighed and left the room. Blair still looked upset.
“Blair, don’t be so upset,” Chuck said to her. “At least I didn’t sleep with her like some other boyfriends you’ve had.”
B smiled a little. “I guess that’s true. But wait, does this mean… does this mean that you’re my boyfriend now?”
“Well, I think we’ll have to be a little more open about ‘us’ for it to be official dating.”
Blair smiled. “Who needs everything to be official?” she said, as she leaned in to kiss him. Getting up, and holding onto Chuck by his shirt collar, Blair shuffled over to the bed and flopped down on it.
“Certainly not us,” Chuck said, smiling at B as he unbuttoned her shirt.
Outside of Blair’s building, Serena ran into Dan.
“Hey,” he said. “I thought you might be here; your mom said you went to see Blair.”
“Yeah, I did, obviously,” Serena replied, laughing.
“Well, may I escort you to get some coffee?”
“You may,” Serena said in a fake English accent, still laughing. Dan looped his arm through hers, and laughing, the two of them skipped down the sidewalk, talking in very bad accents.
A nearby girl took a picture of them with her camera phone.
Spotted: D and S on a lovely stroll through NYC. Taking a little walk in the English countryside, huh, S? Well, I guess you’ve given up keeping a good reputation; nice job not looking like a complete idiot in public. Oh, the things love does to the mind.
(See horrifying photo below)
Blair and Chuck were making out on Blair’s bed, as usual, when Serena suddenly came into the room. Surprised, Blair shoved Chuck off the bed and onto the floor.
Serena rolled her eyes. “You guys really should become public already.”
Chuck, getting up, smiled at her. “Why, so we can have sex in front of everybody?”
“Thank god I didn’t come in a few minutes later,” Serena said, staring at Chuck. “Who knows what would have happened by then?”
“Oh, I think you have a pretty good idea of what would have happened by then.” Chuck winked at S and sat back down on the bed. Serena shuddered in disgust, and walked over to Blair.
“B, I need you to help me do some online research. Our computer broke, and my cell phone died.”
“Sure,” Blair said, walking over and logging onto her computer. “What do you need to research?”
“Oliver Jacobs.”
Blair smiled wickedly. “Oh, gossip research. My favourite kind.” Blair clicked open the Gossip Girl homepage.
“I just want to know a little more about him. After the Chuck incident, I want to be sure that whoever Jenny is seeing is safe.” Serena glared at Chuck.
“Hey, I’m safe! I always have condoms available.”
Serena rolled her eyes. “Blair, do you know anything about Oliver?”
Blair swivelled in her chair to face Serena. “Hmm, let’s see. He was born here, a true blue blood, from one of the richest families in New York. He’s on the yearbook committee, the environmental committee, and the charity drive committee. He’s the captain of the debate team, he’s on the lacrosse team, and does various extracurricular activities. He hopes to study social sciences and one day attend Oxford, his dream school. And from what I know,”–Blair gave Serena a satisfied smile—“he’s still a virgin.”
“Um, okay, that’s great. But, how do you know all of that?” Serena looked at Blair, confused.
“Because she tried to take his virginity a few years back, but he’s gay,” Chuck piped up.
“Yeah, right.” Blair glared at him. “He’s not gay. In fact, he’s had a few girlfriends, but he’s more for relationships than flings.”
“That’s more than you can say for us, isn’t it Blair?” Chuck laughed as he ducked a velvet pillow Blair hurled at him.
“I’ve known him for a while. His parents were always invited to my mom and dad’s parties, so I got to converse with him over the years. Not a bad kid. Reminds me a little of a younger Nate. But less preppy.” The girls laughed.
“Alright, well, thanks. I just wanted to know because I look out for Jenny like a sister.”
“Oh, god, Serena,” Chuck said, sounding disgusted. “Dan’s her brother, and you’re going out with him. Nice way to do a remake of the Brady Bunch.”
“Yeah, well, you’re the disgusting one. Remember when you hit on me when I came back from boarding school? Well, you know our parents are dating, right? Talk about creepy.” Serena shuddered at the thought of her mother and Bart Bass.
“Ugh. I know. And hey, I hit on you before they were going out. I think. Well, at least before we knew. So it doesn’t count.”
“Wait, you hit on her?” Blair said, astonished.
“Don’t be so surprised, Blair,” Serena said. “He’s hit on like every girl in this city.”
“Don’t exaggerate, S. Not every girl; just most of them. And besides, that was before I met you, love,” Chuck said, coming over and kissing Blair on the cheek. She stared at him dully.
“You met us both at the same time.”
“Well, before I was with you. And don’t be so upset. I was just trying to see what Nate saw in her.”
“Excuse me?!” Serena exclaimed.
“No offence, of course.” Chuck smiled at her.
“Whatever. I have to go. See you two later. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Serena glared at Chuck.
“Serena, darling, you’ve done everything, and everyone.” Chuck smiled again as Serena sighed and left the room. Blair still looked upset.
“Blair, don’t be so upset,” Chuck said to her. “At least I didn’t sleep with her like some other boyfriends you’ve had.”
B smiled a little. “I guess that’s true. But wait, does this mean… does this mean that you’re my boyfriend now?”
“Well, I think we’ll have to be a little more open about ‘us’ for it to be official dating.”
Blair smiled. “Who needs everything to be official?” she said, as she leaned in to kiss him. Getting up, and holding onto Chuck by his shirt collar, Blair shuffled over to the bed and flopped down on it.
“Certainly not us,” Chuck said, smiling at B as he unbuttoned her shirt.
Outside of Blair’s building, Serena ran into Dan.
“Hey,” he said. “I thought you might be here; your mom said you went to see Blair.”
“Yeah, I did, obviously,” Serena replied, laughing.
“Well, may I escort you to get some coffee?”
“You may,” Serena said in a fake English accent, still laughing. Dan looped his arm through hers, and laughing, the two of them skipped down the sidewalk, talking in very bad accents.
A nearby girl took a picture of them with her camera phone.
Spotted: D and S on a lovely stroll through NYC. Taking a little walk in the English countryside, huh, S? Well, I guess you’ve given up keeping a good reputation; nice job not looking like a complete idiot in public. Oh, the things love does to the mind.
(See horrifying photo below)
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