A/N: So, I’ve decided to admit to myself that perhaps I am addicted to updating this story. Still no homework done…*sigh* this story will be the end of me, I AM SURE OF IT! Lucky for you though, you will me entertained in my demise. *hums thoughtfully*Anyways! I hope you are enjoying this story, though honestly I’m not sure if my last chapter was one of my best…must’ve been the lack of drama, though like myself I’m sure you all did not mind the excessive CB fluff. Hahahah. XD Well, I am off to write! =D
*I own nothing! If I did, well….let’s just say CB would be in a much happier place next episode. ;)
“I passed out on the street?!” Vanessa nearly shrieked.
“Shh!” Dan put a hand over her mouth and whispered, “It was actually the sidewalk, but yes.”
Her breathing eased a little bit, and he removed his hand from over her mouth. The door flew open.
“Is everything all right?” Nate asked, panicked, with a ducking Jenny just behind him. She peered over his shoulder, and once she saw the seen, pushed past him.
“Everything’s fi—” Dan tried to speak, but the little blonde cut him off.
“Vanessa?” she asked, “what are you doing here?” she walked over and sat next to her on the bed. “Did something happen?” She reached out to grab a hold of her hand, which Vanessa squeezed momentarily before pulling away.
“Nothing really,” she mumbled, focusing her gaze on Jenny’s innocent eyes,and not the figure in the doorway. She could feel his heated gaze on her though. Those blonde locks were doing nothing to block it. Jenny looked at her sympathetically.
“Actually Jenny, would you mind if I had a few moments alone with…”
Jenny’s eyebrow’s rose, as did Nate’s, especially when she lifted her eyes to meet his.
“With me,” Dan finished. “Go on now, you two, get out,” he said, pushing the two out the door. Vanessa noticed as Nate put his hand on the small of Jenny’s back, guiding her back into the kitchen. The door shut soundly. Vanessa’s eyes were glued to the floor.
“I wish you hadn’t taken him in,” she whispered.
Dan went to her and sat beside her. “He was living in a sleeping bag in his deserted house,” he told her softly.
She looked up at him, the moisture in her eyes growing. She shook her head. “I…I know, god, I’m such an idiot,” she stood up and started walking towards the door again.
“Vanessa, don’t leave like this,” he said, reaching out for her.
She stopped and turned to him. “Look, I…thank-you for bringing me in last night, and uh…say hi to Rufus for me.” She tried to smile.
“At least stay and eat breakfast with us,” he pleaded.
Her eyes softened. “I…I can’t.” She almost reached the doorknob.
“You still have feelings for him, don’t you?” he prodded.
She sighed. “It doesn’t matter,” she turned to face him. “Nate hates me, and…”
He cut her off. “It sure didn’t seem that way when he was staring at you just a few moments ago,” he smirked.
She tried to smile, she really did, but she just couldn’t. Instead, a silent tear rolled down her face. She wiped it away roughly. “Yeah, that doesn’t mean anything,” she said, looking at him intently. “It only means he doesn’t know how to act around me anymore, and you know what…I don’t blame him,” she opened the door, quickly this time so as to avoid more of Dan’s interrogations.
Jenny stood as Vanessa passed through the room. “Vanessa, wait! We have—” The door slammed. The sophomore frowned. “I wonder what was that about,” she said, sitting back down confused.
Nate’s eyes were glued to the closed door. “Yeah…”
Jenny looked at him in question, but he just looked towards her again, giving her a brief smile before focusing back on the current task of finishing the half-eaten waffle.
Blair giggled. She was outside in the school courtyard, sitting with Serena as she flipped through her History notes. She couldn’t stop smiling. Not even now. Serena was unaware after the first girly noise, but when only two minutes had passed, and the pauses in between the muffled laughter had become almost nonexistant, she looked up in question.
“Blair?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow.
The brunette stopped her noises, almost the instant she felt the heat of Serena’s glaring peering into her far too twinkly eyes. “Yes, Serena?” she tried to look annoyed, but truthfully half of that laughter had been forced, because she had wanted to tell someone so badly! The smile was still there.
“Something you want to tell me?” she asked, tucking a few of her notebooks into the book bag sitting by her feet.
“What would give you that idea?” she asked, casually lifting a finger to her glossy lips.
Serena looked at her in the most confusing awkwardness imaginable. “Oh, I don’t know…maybe because you haven’t stopped giggling for the last five minutes, your hair is missing its usual headband…”
Damn that Chuck Basstard. He should’ve known better than to fool around with me in the bathroom this morning! She cursed, turning her head away momentarily.
“cause I know that even though you ‘ve been wearing fewer of them, on this particular day of the week, you never fail to have one atop your head, but today? None.”
Serena was getting a little too giddy, and Blair noticed, sneering at her cheery voice.
“And also the fact that you’ve been smiling like an idiot from the moment you got to school, or at least since I’ve seen you,” she smirked.
And there it was. Blair’s glow was back, and so was that ridiculous smile of hers.
“Well, something may perhaps…have….happened…last night,” she wrapped a finger around a loose strand of her own hair.
Serena laughed. “What do you mean, something might have…” Serena trailed off, when suddenly it hit her. Her eyes widened and she grabbed a hold of Blair’s free hand, fiercely. “Oh my god, B,” she said dramatically.
“Watch it, S. I just got my nails done yesterday,” she giggled, “Or maybe it was the day before.” She smiled, refusing to look at her.
“Blair,” she warned.
She kept on twiddling her fingers around her golden brown locks.
“Chuck, didn’t come home last night, did he?”
Blair flushed a bright red and stopped the movements of her hand. She looked to Serena and then away quickly, unable to lower the curves of her ruby lips.
Serena squealed, throwing herself at her best friend in a happy hug. “Oh B! I’m so happy for you!” She pulled away.
“Thanks S, but I have no idea what you’re talking about…” she resumed the twirling of her hair, playfully.
She scoffed. “Okay B,” she mocked, “whatever you say. But I KNOW you guys worked things out,” she said proudly.
“Do you?” she asked, as happily skeptical as she could manage.
“Yes!” she tapped her best friend’s shoulder. “Because why else would you be smiling like—” she paused, her mouth hanging open. Another realization hitting her. She gulped. “B?” she questioned.
Blair turned to look at her, humming innocently.
Serena took hold of her arm gently and Blair stopped humming, but continued to look at her like an innocent child. “Yes, S?” she blinked.
“You didn’t, you know….?” She cringed at the thought.
“Have sex with him?” her voice shot up a couple notches. “Yes, I did, and it was great!” and her voice lowered a couple octaves, clearly reminiscing the event at that very moment.
“Ugh,” Serena turned away, disgusted. “I will never understand the two of you and your need to display this information to me publicly,” she got up from her seat, zipping up her bag and slipping it over her shoulder.
Blair was still smiling uncontrollably, when she noticed Serena had risen quite a few feet above her. “S?” she looked up. “Where are you going?”
“Somewhere more…” she rubbed her head, “sanitary,” she finished, walking away and into the Constance girls’ hall. “Congratulations,” she heard her mutter, shaking her head in an attempt to get the now frozen images out of her head.
“Hmmm….” Blair pondered, completely lost in her own thoughts.
Not even a minute after Serena had disappeared into the building, Blair felt a presence beside her where the blonde had just been sitting. She turned around slighly to find her devil of a boyfriend—that’s right, I’m calling him my boyfriend now, smirking suggestively at her.
“Well, good morning Waldorf,” he said, slyly.
She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. “Mmm, I thought we did this already,” she smiled against him.
“True,” he paused.
She looked at him, adoring eyes gazing into his own.
“But this time we’re fully clothed,” he whispered huskily, leading his lips to the sensitive spot along her neck.
She moaned out softly. “I don’t know, Bass…I found you quite dashing in that greek goddess get up of yours,” she bit her bottom lip, as he flicked his tongue against her tender skin.
He stopped, raising his head up so that their eyes met again. “Never again,” he said, emphasizing each word.
She let out a throaty laugh. “Fine by me,” she said pulling him closer by his collar and ravishing his mouth. “It’s not like I don’t have plenty of evidence,” she smirked, against him, after she had douced him with plenty of kisses.
He pulled her away, and watched as she ‘innocently’ chomped her teeth at him. “What do you mean, plenty of evidence?” he asked, lowering his voice threateningly.
She pursed her lips, darting her gaze elsewhere. “Say look, there’s Hazel and Penelope!” she said, trying to stand up, but he pulled her back down.
“Blair,” he warned.
“What?” she batted her eyelashes at him. He looks so scared when he doesn’t know what’s going on…and insanely guilty. It looks hot on him.
“Where’s your camera?” his teeth grinded together.
She pulled her bag behind her. He tried to reach around her, but she kept pushing herself farther back on the bench and moving the item around, just as he was about to get to it. In the midst of this, he heard students around them snickering and pointing at the two, most likely at him.
He turned directly to his right, climbing over the bench and grabbed the phone of a helpless freshman idiot, who looked absolutely scared to death at the pissed senior.
“Where’d you get this?” he glared, infuriated that the know-nothing kid had a picture of himself in a sheet draped around him like a greek toga from earlier this morning.
The kid’s eyes went wide and he began to studder. “I….I…” he gulped. “I got it from…g…g-go”
A girl walked up behind him, snatched the phone from Chuck’s hand and guided the boy away. “He got it from Gossip Girl,” she snapped at him.
He scoffed and watched the two leave. “It’s like a younger version of Humphrey and my sister,” he shook his head, clearly annoyed.
When the laughter had died down, he turned back to Blair who was crossing and uncrossing her legs innocently on the bench. He stalked towards her.
“You did this?” he asked, voice low.
Her doe eyes looked up at him, sparkling. She stood up, so they were equal. She began to straighten out his collar, which may perhaps have gotten rumpled in the mess of their recent passionate attempts. “I may perhaps have taken advantage of you surprising me in the bathroom this morning,” she smiled wildly at him.
The anger washed off his face, and the devilish smirk returned.
“What?” she asked, confused why he was suddenly so calm.
“Only you Waldorf,” he winked, picking up his bag and walking away from her.
She scoffed, a little annoyed that he had left so quickly. But then her wild, wide smile returned when she saw him turn to look at her, lingering on her parted lips. Her heart beat faster. She pushed her books into her bag hurriedly and scampered after him, grabbing hold of his hand before he could get to far ahead of hers.
Their fingers intertwined.
A/N: Okay, I really was having too much fun with the CB fluff. Lol. XD I mean, I was tempted to bring the Vanessa dramatics in again, but I decided I’ll save that for tomorrow’s chapter. ;p You know, I think you guys deserve a couple cliffhangerless chapters. ;) Hope you loved this! The updates will be continuing ASAP! =D