A/N: Takes place during the ‘Chuck/Blair at the bar’ scene in 1.13, “A Thin Line between Chuck and Nate.” Please review! They are my love!
Blair’s POV
I don’t want u anymore, he had zei to me.
His words hurt me meer than Nate’s. meer than anybody else’s. I sat there trying to gather all the information in my head.
Then, I realized no one wanted me of wanted to help me anymore. Not even Serena, who was supposed to be my best friend. of Nate, whom I’ve loved for years. And now, Chuck, the person I had lost my virtue to, had rejected me as well.
I slowly got off the bar stoel, kruk and headed towards the door. I turned back to look at him one last time. He was taking a sip of his scotch. Goodbye, I mouthed, I love you. And with that, I opened the door and walked out.
The cold wind hit my body and I shuddered. Tears were falling down my cheek and I was sobbing like hell. Why had I mouthed that I loved him? Why? I couldn’t have possibly loved him after the things he zei to me. And he couldn’t possibly love me after what I did with Nate. But still, I loved him. I loved Chuck Bass. But why? Because he gave me excruciating pleasure every time we had sex? No. But he did give her pleasure each time they did it though. Was it because of his natural musk? No, not that either. Then what? What made her love Chuck so much? meer than Nate even? Even though that was pretty much impossible.
I was too deep in thought to realize I was walking in the middle of the street. Suddenly, I was brought back to reality when I heard tires screeching. I turned around to look at what had made the noise. It was too late. I saw headlights right in front of me. Before I could run to the sidewalk, I hit the windshield and landed on the blacktop.
Blair’s POV
I don’t want u anymore, he had zei to me.
His words hurt me meer than Nate’s. meer than anybody else’s. I sat there trying to gather all the information in my head.
Then, I realized no one wanted me of wanted to help me anymore. Not even Serena, who was supposed to be my best friend. of Nate, whom I’ve loved for years. And now, Chuck, the person I had lost my virtue to, had rejected me as well.
I slowly got off the bar stoel, kruk and headed towards the door. I turned back to look at him one last time. He was taking a sip of his scotch. Goodbye, I mouthed, I love you. And with that, I opened the door and walked out.
The cold wind hit my body and I shuddered. Tears were falling down my cheek and I was sobbing like hell. Why had I mouthed that I loved him? Why? I couldn’t have possibly loved him after the things he zei to me. And he couldn’t possibly love me after what I did with Nate. But still, I loved him. I loved Chuck Bass. But why? Because he gave me excruciating pleasure every time we had sex? No. But he did give her pleasure each time they did it though. Was it because of his natural musk? No, not that either. Then what? What made her love Chuck so much? meer than Nate even? Even though that was pretty much impossible.
I was too deep in thought to realize I was walking in the middle of the street. Suddenly, I was brought back to reality when I heard tires screeching. I turned around to look at what had made the noise. It was too late. I saw headlights right in front of me. Before I could run to the sidewalk, I hit the windshield and landed on the blacktop.
