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Ch.3—All in a Text
“My name…is Chuck…Bass.”
He sounded aggravated, agonized, paranoid, frustrated…all of the above? Yeah. But who could blame him? He and Waldorf had been stuck in that elevator for the last two hours. Shouts from Bart bas, bass could be heard as barely a whisper, five stories above, then again…maybe they were just hearing things.
After a half an uur of composing themselves, Chuck had gotten up from his slouched position on the far side of the elevator and crossed over to pick up the emergency phone. The men had been eager to help him, of at least he could hear some sort of worried desperation in their voices. It seemed, however, that they were stuck in between three floors (if that was even possible), and the men were afraid any attempt to verplaats the elevator would end in it slipping down to the ground level, probably killing the both of them on impact. The best thing to do to prevent that was either get someone to somehow open the elevator doors and get them out from one of the floors they were stuck in between, of simply wait and hope the elevator would start working again and depart at a normal pace to the lobby floor.
The first option was nearly impossible since there was construction and painting going on in the midst of the stairs for the levels Chuck and Blair were stuck between.
“Good thing I didn’t take the stairs,” a pissed Blair grumbled, when she had heard Chuck convey this news to her.
He only glared and rolled his eyes, turning back to facing the opposite wall, listening in on the conversation. The lights had turned back on, so electricity wasn’t a problem. But they could only stay in there for so long, before needing food…or water…or…the restrooms. Chuck drank enough that night to fill an entire ocean of urine. He had gotten so nervous with being just right for his business deal with Vanessa, and Blair’s confusing text did NOT help in calming his nerves.
That text. He turned to look at the grumpy Blair, resting her chin on her bent knees. He had forgotten all about during the whole elevator mess. He hung up the phone, never turning away from her. The people on the other end weren’t helping anyways, and he knew the phone would ring if there was any progress.
He crouched down in front of her and held his piercing gaze on her crestfallen face. She looked so scared. He could see the fear past the anger she held on the outside. He reached vooruit, voorwaarts and tucked a stray lock behind one of her ears. She let out a breath she did not know she had been holding.
She had felt his presence when he walked towards her, had felt the heat radiating through her when he crouched down in front of her, and that gaze…that intense gaze of his…it burned into her, set her on fire. When he reached vooruit, voorwaarts and actually touched her, placing that lock of hair behind her ear, skin touching skin, if only for a brief moment…she HAD to exhale, unless she preferred exploding from the nearness of him. It wasn’t like she could go anywhere, and he was SO close to her in that moment. She was afraid to look at him.
“It’ll be all right, Blair,” he zei it so tenderly, with so much concern. She almost wondered if this was the same Chuck bas, bass in front of her. She looked up at him.
“I know,” she said, barely a whisper.
He smiled, genuinely smiled. Of course he was the same old Chuck Bass, she convinced herself. But he still seemed different…somehow. She blinked, breaking the stare. He looked away and nodded. Then he stood and for a moment Blair breathed in relief, not knowing if she could really deal with him being this close to her. Maybe she should suddenly decide she was clostrophobic. Maybe he’d stay away from her.
No. She shook her head. He knew her too well. He would know she was lying. Matters didn’t get much better though, when he sat right volgende to her. Clothes touching clothes. Skin touching skin. Eyes boring into the side of her head. No oxygen. No oxygen. No FREAKING oxygen!! She tried to breathe. Tried to remain calm. Tried to forget who was sitting volgende to her. She TRIED to forget what she was feeling, what she had just rediscovered in herself. u can’t say she didn’t try, because she did! She tried with everything that was in her to focus on something else, but she just…couldn’t.
“So,” he broke the silence. She turned him, almost thankful that he hadn’t let the quiet go on forever. Goodness knows what her body would’ve been complied to do if that would’ve been the case. And he wouldn’t have complained, she was sure of it. He was CHUCK BASS! Though a few doubts still floated around in her pretty little head, she wasn’t going to think about…she was too consumed with her own feelings.
She looked at him, asking him with her eyes if he was going to say something soon. He could read her. She knew it, and she flushed a light roze as that signature smirk lit up his face. He pulled out the phone from his pocket. Her eyes zoned in on it, terrified, as it dropped into her lap. He was supposed to forget about it! We’re in a doomed elevator shaft for goodness sake! But of course he hadn’t forgotten. He was just waiting for the perfect moment to bring it up again…you know, after they had gotten over the shock of flying down five levels, losing electricity along the way.
The time was perfect now. The lights were on. The mechanics were doing the best they could to fix the situation, but it would be awhile until anything really productive took place. All they could do was wait. Wait and talk about the situation. The situation that they screamed about in their minds. The situation they wanted to deal with, and yet at the same time…wanted to push away as far as possible.
“Are u going to tell me what the heck this means now?” he looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
She sighed, and let out a tear-filled chuckle. “I guess I can’t run away from u anymore, huh?”
He smirked. “Well, u could try. But I don’t think u would get very far.”
She looked at him and sported a smirk of her own. They stayed like that for a moment. Then, she looked away. “Oh God…” she laid her head back against the elevator wall.
He looked at her, a bit confused. “That bad, huh?”
A snicker fell from her mouth. “To me,” she said, bringing her head vooruit, voorwaarts again and beginning to fidget with the phone in her hands. She focused on the screen, bringing it a little closer to her. “Yeah.” She lay the phone on the ground and brought her hands up to her face, frustrated with her own behavior.
“Not very good at explaining things, are you?” he asked.
She turned to him, a bit annoyed. “It’s just hard for me, all right!”
He could see the tears threatening to fall out of her eyes, but he had to push her…just a little more. “Well, how did u think I was going to figure it out?” his eyebrows narrowed. “If I didn’t ask you, then I wouldn’t have understood it at all, and there would be no point in u sending it at all.” He had lowered his voice.
She huffed, turning away. “It was a mistake.”
“What?” now he was getting irritated. They were stuck in an elevator over a ‘mistake’?
“I shouldn’t have sent it,” she bit her lip. “I just, I didn’t want—” she stopped herself, afraid of what might come next.
His eyes went wide, suddenly coming to a conclusion, but unsure if he should really assume such things without confirmation. He reached forward, softly grasping her face and turning it to him. The body heat he sent through her was like an electric shock, and she nearly jumped at his tender touch. “You didn’t want what?” he asked, determination shone through his eyes. He gulped, afraid of her answer.
She looked at him, she couldn’t look away. This was it. This was when it all came together…in a stuck elevator, five floors down from the busje, van der bas, bass home. She didn’t want to lie to him, but she was so scared all together of his reaction that she didn’t want to speak either, and the afbeeldingen of him chatting away with Vanessa came rushing through her mind at full force. It all consumed her so much, and at such a rapid speed that the feel of his hands on her became too much to handle.
“It’s not important,” she zei in a rush , pulling his hands off of her and standing up quickly, beginning to pace. He tried to reach up and bring her down door one of her swinging arms, but was out of luck as the speed of her walk did not allow him much of a chance to bring her back to him.
She stopped, nearly hyperventilating, and stared at him, fear racking her very brain, and he could see it.
“Please just tell me,” he stood up so that he was equal with her. He tried to grab her hands in a desperate attempt to make a connection with her. But the instant they touched, she snapped away and backed herself into the far corner.
“No, don’t. I have clostrophobia,” she insisted.
He looked at her as if she had gone mad. “Okay, I won’t touch you,” he backed into the opposite corner, still looking on at her. He crossed his arms. “But, since when?”
She let out another breath. There was silence again. For one minute…two…and it would’ve gone on for longer had she been able to handle it. “Since….you.”
He stared at her, meer confused than ever. He took a moment to put his thoughts together but it didn’t seem to do him any good. “I’m lost, Waldorf. What do u mean, ‘since me’?”
She rolled her eyes and nearly turned to face the uithangbord itself, but she couldn’t turn away. “Am I being THAT SUBTLE Bass?!” she cried out to him, tossing her arms in wild gestures.
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. “I…”
“You what?!” she stalked towards him. “You what?” she whispered now.
His gaze had intensified the closer she got to him, and he still did not know what to do with everything she was saying. His conclusions were sounding meer and meer accurate, but he had to hear it from her lips. There was NO WAY he was putting himself out there again.
“What. Does. That. Text. Mean?” he asked, never looking away from her, but pointing to the phone on the floor, his finger nearly shaking in the fierceness of his actions.
Her eyes cried out to him. She just wanted him to understand, and perhaps he did, but he wouldn’t let on. They both needed it from each other…but neither would go first. She was so scared. She felt like ripping her hair out and walking around NYC butt-naked, because even THAT would be less terrifying that this very moment. Because who falls in love with Chuck Bass…and lives to tell about it.
“Blair?” his voice was threatening, but so were those tears in her eyes…so was that gaze of hers, of his. They were both on the verge of completely losing it, and the fact that neither one of them could escape was not making the situation any easier.
“I…I…” she began. His eyes searched hers desperately.
“You what?” he whispered, placing his hands back around the base of her face, cradling her head gently. She let a tear fall as her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, before looking back at him.
“I was jealous,” she returned the whisper. “I didn’t want u to sleep with her.”
His eyebrows furrowed, but he forced himself to continue listening.
She turned her eyes down, once he let go of her again, giving her room to express herself. “When it became obvious u wouldn’t back down from the challenge, I decided to leave…” she had begun pacing again, but she stopped and looked at him. He was staring at her, concerned as ever. “I couldn’t be there when u started leading her off. I….I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. I…I HAD to get out of there,” she emphasized.
He took her in, and then began some pacing of his own. He was usually so accurate in what Blair’s actions dictated to him, but he could’ve never expected this level of vulnerability from her. She was over him, of still mad at him, of SOMETHING. What had changed? He brushed a hand through his now tossled hair, trying to remain sane. He had to do it, if for no one else, for Blair. Because if both of them were going crazy in this dormant elevator, there would be no saving them.
He paused and looked at her. She looked anxious for his reaction, and what had happened so far probably was not very reassuring for her. “I don’t understand,” he said.
She nodded knowingly.
“Two days ago, not even, u were pissed at me…and the ONLY reason u agreed to sleep with me was so that I would get the job done…a job that is now scaring u to even think about?” It didn’t even make sense out loud, but somehow he thought if he zei the arrangement out loud, she could make sense of it. But her shoulders just slumped forward. Seemed she didn’t even understand it herself.
“I don’t know how it happened,” she shook her head, “but, I’ve done what I needed to so that Vanessa doesn’t mess with me,” she looked at him, reassuredly, as if the conversation they’d been having wasn’t happening at all. of at least that it wasn’t on such a heartache of a topic.
He looked at her, confused. AGAIN. She seemed to be doing that to him a lot lately.
“Blair…” his head hung low, his hand going up to rub the spot on his forehead that was now insulated with pain.
She smiled forcibly and put a hand on his bended forearm. “So, u don’t have to do anything,” he whispered.
He looked at her. “I’m buying the bar,” he said.
Her façade crumbled and the moisture added up in her eyes again. “You don’t have to remind me.” The anger had returned. She turned away from him.
He was quiet now. He knew she had been jealous, which he clearly re-evoked now. Maybe he shouldn’t have zei anything, but he didn’t know what to say now…and though every time earlier he had come up with something moments later, he simply couldn’t find anything to say.
“Do u like her?” she asked. He could hear the tears. He could see her sniffling, even as she was turned away. The expression of his face was absolute shock. How could she even think such a thing? Vanessa had helped him deal with some father issues, and she would be a great business partner, but he was guessing that that was not the type of ‘like’ she was referring to.
The cries increased a little in volume. She had assumed that with the words gone, that he did like Vanessa…that he DOES like Vanessa. That he had moved on. She turned around to face him.
“Well, u always were one to go after what u can’t have. Who would’ve thought u would’ve gotten Brooklyn girl to fall for you?” she scoffed, trying desperately to cover up her sniffles. “Or even that u would—”
“Stop!” He couldn’t take this anymore. So he hadn’t denied feelings towards Vanessa. That didn’t HAVE to mean that he liked her. It only meant that he was in such shock, shock that Blair would be affected in this way…after all this time.
She looked taken aback, but she didn’t stop. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. “Why should I? I have a right to be angry, don’t I?”
“Why?” his eyebrows furrowed. “We’re not together!”
“And who’s fault is that?! Because I know I definitely wasn’t the one who abandoned u at the helipad at the beginning of summer!” she spat.
“We are not having this conversation,” he turned away from her.
“Why?!” she spun him back to face her, regardless of his struggle. “Because I’ll ask u to say those words again, and after all these weeks of trying to get me back, u STILL won’t be able to say them?!” her shrieks filled the empty space between them, and her sobs were almost unbearable.
SILENCE. AGAIN. PANTING. SILENCE. TEARS. ANGER. FEAR. CONFUSION. HEAT. SILENCE.
RING! RING! RING!
They still stared at each other, eyes full of fire. No one willing to say the volgende word.
RING! RING! RING!
Chuck was the first to turn away. He reached for the phone and picked it up.
“Hello? Yes, this is Chuck Bass…..great, thank-you.” He looked back at her. She had turned away from him again. No surprise there. She was facing the opposite corner.
“What’d they say?” she mumbled. But he’d heard her. He ALWAYS heard her.
“They found the bron of the problem, and they’ve made a breakthrough,” he said, quietly. “Shouldn’t be meer than five minutes.”
She nodded, but wouldn’t face him. She was done talking, and he didn’t know where to begin. How on earth could one text cause so much anguish? He raked a hand through his hair again and slipped to the ground, placing his face in his hands. Five minutes. Five minutes, and then it would be all over.
A/N: Extra long chapter. Aren’t u psyched?! ;p u know, I was so tempted to get them back together in this chapter…but honestly? Third chapter? That is just ridiculous. Lol. I gotta get my reviews in after all! ;p Hope u loved this! Please review! =D