Press Forward and Replay: Chapter 5

Silk sheets stuck pleasantly to her sweat soaked skin, and each inch of her limbs ached languorously. Her mind was adrift between drowsiness and the aftershock of very intense, fatiguing pleasure. Lying on her side, Blair thought she had every right to feel icky or self-conscious.

Instead she felt truly content for the first time in months. She felt safe, treasured, cherished…beloved because Chuck had finally admitted that he loved her and she had finally allowed herself to recognize that she needed him for no other reason than the fact she loved him.

It was wonderful, it was glorious, it was … better than perfect. They loved each other and nothing would change that. What could possibly be better than knowing that?

Besides learning that Georgina had overdosed in some cheap corner of …well, maybe that was pushing it a little. Or not.

“Blair?”

Chuck’s visage, relaxed but inexpressive, was sinking into his pillow. His eyes were closed, but when he opened them on her, his gaze was surprisingly keen.

“Mh?”

“Can you really put up with this?”

She smiled a little, teasingly “I’ve already had a two-years-worth sample experience”

Huffing, her boyfriend didn’t look nearly as satisfied with her reply as she hadhoped. “I meant staying with me when I’m having a kid with someone else. It won’t exactly benefit your social standing and we all know how fundamental that’s for you”

Blair scowled, uncertain if she liked how unsubtly he had just mocked the word ‘fundamental’.

“Won’t you even try to get her to abort? ”

Chuck’s mouth thinned like he was displeased, but he said nothing.

She sat up, incredulity swatting away that precious feeling of inner peace which had pervaded every cell of hers only a moment ago.

“Come on Chuck, we all know how Georgina is. What will you do, close her up until she has the baby? Because that might be the only way to keep her healthy and crack-free.”

He breathed in a bit more deeply, staring straight ahead. Why was not he looking at her, anymore?

“She is been clean for almost one year.”

Rising her eyebrows suggestively, Blair scooted over to get back his vision range.

“But she still drinks, doesn’t she? Do you know in how many differently deformed shapes and various degrees of mental retardation your potential kid might come in? No? Check Google for Fetal Alcoholic Syndrome. You will have fun.”

He didn’t bother to repress his eye-rolling. “Georgina is a sociopath, but not a stupid one. I doubt she is more willing than I’m to take care of a three headed monster. ”

But now they were broaching the subject, he had to consider that a bit of prudence couldn’t be amiss. He would ask Serena to oblige her auntie duties and orbit closer to good old Georgie.

Ugh, why were they talking about this, again?

He did know perfectly well that Georgina Sparks was the worst choice he could ever have ever done as a breeding partner and there was no need for Blair to remind him of it..

He didn’t want to think too hard about how insane everything was.

He and Georgina having a child. Together. She, who had always been numb inside and desperate to feel something- be it through alcohol, drugs, orgies, multiple interpretations of the most desperate roles- and he, who had spent most of his life in rampant denial of his emotions.

Yeah, maybe insane was just the word for it.

Noticing that Blair was strangely silent, Chuck turned to look at her, finding his lover watching him with a guarded expression.

She was been taking in his last phrasing, taken aback by the meaning he had, perhaps unconsciously, implied. “You speak like you want this child”

“I cannot stop Georgina from keeping it, if that’s her choice.”

There was just a hint of defensiveness in his reply, and he was very aware of it. He couldn’t deny that, however wrong and dangerous the situation was, a part of him was accepting it a bit too readily. He had never committed to anything and anybody except Blair and even that had been a struggle at first.

His avoidance instincts were kicking in, sure, but he also knew that, once the brat was out of the oven, he would do his best to play daddy decently. There was something enticing in the concept of someone believing in him, belonging to him.

“You can, you simply don’t want to.”

She didn’t mean to sound like a bitch, but she could not understand why he was acting so blasé about the possibility of becoming a father. It was not the Chuck Bass she knew, dead set on avoiding self-sacrifice in any measure .

His handsome features hardened, reflecting only a determined standoffishness. “ Don’t ask me to become Bart.”

That was the one thing he wouldn’t do in order to be with her. He couldn’t cast his flesh and blood aside because of her issues. He had spent too many years hating Bart, and yet kissing up to the cold bastard because despite the loathing between them, that was all the family he had.

Blair inclined her head, absorbing his words with a focus that he wasn’t sure he liked. He didn’t want to know what a secret meaning she was dissecting out of it.

She nibbled on her bottom lip, in an unaware sexy gesture.

“That wasn’t what I meant. I just… expected to see you freaking out and fighting the issue each inch of the way.”

Specially considering Georgina was involved. He did used to loath the psycho, after all. But Blair refused to bring that up: she had already exploited enough the role of the crazy and desperate ex-girlfriend since she had pushed herself inside his suite.

“You sure assume a lot, for someone who isn’t been around.” Chuck sneered, anything but mollified.

Wasn’t just nice how everyone were constantly expecting the worst of him? He could be a petty and selfish person, but that didn’t mean he was unable or unwilling to take care of his. He always took care of his, even when they weren’t exactly brimming with gratitude over his kindness. Didn’t his behaviour toward Serena and Nate demonstrate it?

“Whose fault was that?” Blair sneered back fiercely as she wrapped his sheets around her upper vulnerability she had so openly displayed just seconds ago was gone.

Yet, a fiery Blair was always a priceless vision.

“Yours”Chuck flung back, smirking smugly as he leant back into the pillows.

“Mine?”

Remembering how genuinely he had missed the adrenaline rush of their verbal sparring, he nodded, very well aware that his nonchalance would only lead her faster and further toward explosion.

“Yours. If you came sooner-”

Blair punched his shoulder before he could finish, but he had not the chance to yelp in mock pain, because her fingers were already threading through his hair and yanking his head back viciously.

Her lips crushed his angrily, and he opened his mouth to let her invade it, enjoying her demanding forwardness.

He had no idea of how he had managed so long without the glorious sensation of Blair on him because, as he gave in the urge to get his hand tangled in her silken tresses, pressing her closer and kissing her back deeply, ravenously, he knew nothing else could quite compare.

Her body stretched over his, hot skin on hot naked skin, and their kisses grew more and more rushed until they were both breathless and light-headed.

She pulled back with a moan, her chest heaving painfully while she tried to calm down her furiously racing heart. Looking into her heavy-lidded brown eyes, Chuck found no anger, only elation.

The mercurial change of mood had them sharing a chuckle and a softer kiss, then Blair’s head hid in the crook of Chuck’s neck. This was exactly what she had missed and feared of having irrevocably lost. That elusive sensation of belonging and being real.

“Wow. It seems I’ve interrupted a good morning feast.”

Blair’s heart skipped a beat as that unfortunately well-known, snarky voice cut in. Maybe if she closed her eyes and counted up to ten, she could rewind the last six seconds and pretend Georgina Sparks had not just intruded.

Wait, did that mean the She-devil had her set of keys for 1812? Chuck had given his suite’s keys to thatschizophrenic excuse for a female?! What the hell?!

Blair jumped up, shocked and vaguely disgusted, holding the sheets to her chest as she turned around, adjusting her body to allow Chuck to rise too.

A quick glance to the disturbed expression on his face sufficed to reassure her that he was surprised with that inopportune morning visit every bit as much she was.

On his part, Chuck was thinking his morning was growing even more surreal than it had started off: Georgina stood tall and proud in his bedroom, apparently comfortable and gleeful in watching not-so-covertly Blair straddling him.

Plus, Blair wouldn’t budge from her position on top of him, evidently meaning to use the occasion to ‘mark her territory’. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the consideration, but Georgina could get unpredictable when her so called feelings were offended and he had no intention of risking a nuclear war. He hadn’t nearly enough energy to muster a sufficient store of anger to cover the surprise: “What are you doing here?”

The newcomer swayed closer to the bed, lifting her sunglasses over her head to better enjoy the view, smirking widely despite theinner urge to gag in her mouth.

It was a small consolation that she could clearly see how uncomfortable the Ice Queen was becoming with her presence.

It was unavoidable, really: in her sleeveless, shimmering-grey techno-fabric dress which clung to her slender, long-limbed figure so closely Georgina looked stunning and even a little intimidating to a naked, off-guard and vulnerable Blair.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

The first brunette pouted, unnerving both the lovers.

Reining in his contrition, Chuck replied patronizingly: “I can imagine that. I wondered how you got in?”

Georgina flipped a strand of her long hair over her bony shoulder, dissimulating with a flamboyant attitude her bitter satisfaction about what she was about to say. “Oh, that. I and Dexter got friendly ages ago. He had this very dirty fantasy… ”

“About which I would prefer very much not knowing.”

Chuck interrupted forcefully with a thoroughly revolted sneer. In fact, he barely avoided shuddering in revulsion at the images filling his head so ungraciously. It was one thing acknowledging that he and Georgina weren’t exclusive (although he had to admit that their adulthood had turned far less promiscuous than their youth) but it was whole another matter knowing that he was eating from the same plate than his hotel doorman. Eww.

Jealous?- Georgina almost slipped, but contained her hit of vicious exaltation, settling on a simple shrug: if she was going to win the game, she had to play her hand coolly. “Just don’t blame too much his black-stud ways. It’s not his fault he didn’t notice I borrowed your keys after we… finished. There only so much you can ask of your elders when it comes to stamina.”

Chuck snorted, taking a mental note to get Dexter on Bart’s black book, thus eliminating the issue of firing the doorman over the real reason and being coerced to explain himself in front of his family. There was no way he was going to admit sharing with their hired personnel.

“Now you told your piece- Blair retorted haughtily, extremely displeased with the twist the confrontation had taken, not mention her paranoia that it could have some sort of effect on her maybe-boyfriend- could you leave? We would like be alone and free to continue where we left off.”

For once, she was not bothered to keep appearances up. It was very invigorating finally being as impolite she felt like, especially since the recipient of her blunt rudeness was her archenemy.

A still beat thickened the air around them, before Georgina pasted on a smouldering grin, something wild behind those blue irises flashing and freezing colder, menacing.

An eyebrow arched proudly. “Sure. I would hate to prevent glaciers from melting. It’s such a rarity.”

And upon that glorious exit line, Georgina waved her hand in mock salute and turned on her heels to leave the room, tucking away for future, private gloating a last glimpse of her rival’ mouth hanging open in speechless outrage.

Sighing out of defeat and resignation, Chuck gently but firmly disentangled himself from Blair to follow after his unexpected guest. By the time he reached her, her determined strut had already brought her close to the elevator.

“Georgina”

He called her back by his suite’s door, all too aware that his nakedness was an insuperable inconvenient when it came to chase after a blistering female.

She turned toward him and, contrarily to his previsions, came back on her steps calmly to face him.

Regardless of her cool façade, he wasn’t stupid or hopeful enough to believe she was truly so accepting of his reunion with Blair. Territoriality aside, there was whole a load of history that didn’t promised well for Waldorf-Sparks collisions of any kind.

“Regrets, already?” Georgina snickered, oozing fake cheer.

Another, prolonged sigh shuddered through his lips. “Don’t go out of here keeping grudges. I wasn’t going to hide it. It was an improvised reconciliation.”

“I supposed so- she nodded, appearing not excessively interested or disinterested with the information- but it doesn’t bode any better when it comes to me and your ice princess sharing. We are just not compatible.”

“I wasn’t going suggest that.”

Georgina shrugged, still relatively serene and collected.

“All the better. Our arrangement was fun as it lasted, but I’m sure we can all easily move on from here without any bad blood between us.”

“Right- Chuck acquiesced, sceptical but also somehow content in front of such complacency- Does this change anything about… ”

He refused to finish the thought, for pathetic it was, and just did a vague gesture with his right hand.

She cocked her head aside, looking straight in his eyes like if he was a new breed of a particularly stupid animal and she had expected better, then flashed him a wicked grin. “I told you the pregnancy has nothing to do with you…well, aside from the obvious.”

The lie rolled off her lips easy and petulant, although Georgina was inwardly congratulating herself. To think harder, it wasn’t a complete lie either. More like a good natured deception.

Genuine confusion seemed to overtake Chuck’s beautiful features for a moment and she knew that what was going to ask afterwards was something that had never stopped nagging at him.

“So what it is abou ?”

He questioned her almost saucily, and it was monstrously natural pick on the timid curiosity underneath the bravado. Hugh, what was the world coming to? Old age was softening all of them beyond repair.

Georgina rolled her eyes heavenward for dramatic effect and surprised herself by coming up with an excuse so perfect than it tasted ridiculously like a truth, even on her tongue.

“Don’t you get? For people like you and me, this might be that one, precious occasion to be part of something good and clean.”

His visage morphed in a blank, unblinking mask until he shook himself and looked away, nodding and dismissing the haunting concept for further, private contemplation. She had the grace to turn away from him mere seconds before he shut the door in her face. Backtracking toward the elevator, Georgina allowed her conciliating appearance to disintegrate. She wouldn’t think about what and whom she was leaving Chuck to, or it would become too much to contain the boiling wrath.

She had known this could happen, so while it could be unpleasant and irksome to be proved right, her final victory wasn’t necessarily any more distant or less unavoidable than it was ever been.

Hell, it could be fun to play longer … and Plan B would crush sweet, delicate Snow White so much more in the long run. In the meantime, there was a Serena to take back under her dark wings.

“Did you sooth her ego?”

Blair sniggered, arms crossed protectively infront of her nude breasts. Her companion sat comfortably on the edge of the bed, darting her an incredulous look.

“I think so. ”

“Wonderful. I feel rejuvenated.”

“Blair, regardless of how we might like it to be different, I cannot shut her out of my life anymore. We have known her long enough to guess that she will make things as complicated as she can, if for nothing more than her deviated sense of humour. Let’s at least try to not invite her to plot our death. ”

Blair gave in a startled, sarcastic bout of laughter. “Playing nice will definitely stop her! ”

She felt slightly nauseous, and it was horrifying to realize that although Chuck had just made clear how he felt about her, in both magical words and blood-heating actions, it did nothing to extirpate her seething jealousy. She couldn’t keep him apart from Georgina and it was wrong that she felt so strongly about it. He loved her, not that slut, and it would have to be enough.

So why was it not?

Chuck shifted over, his fingers playing on her cheek to bring her closer until his mouth brushed hers.

She allowed him to kiss her closed lips slowly, placatingly until the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach died, consumed by a different, better type of ache. It was only then that she opened her mouth to his.

The next moment, a loose recollection of something he had asked her before they were interrupted flitted through her increasingly lust-addled mind. She drew back, licking her bruised lips in front of a scowling Chuck.

“You devastated my reputation so many times and in so many ways that you can’t seriously think I care about that more than I care about you.”

Put like that, it felt quite insulting to her ears. How could he believe that she valued their relationship less than her good name? She had just confessed how much she cared about him! Did he think she was stupid, coming to him and setting her feelings out for potential humiliation, without thinking of any consequences? Why was he staring at her like she was out of her mind?

“Fine”

Did he looked… embarrassed? Lost? Shy? Was it so wrong that she felt so very, very good about it? Her heart was… soaring. It was so cute that she was tempted to pet him. Magnanimously, she kissed him instead. She savoured the feel of her lips massaging his, of his tongue caressing hers, of her body instinctively, instantly melting against his. Of his hand brushing her tangled hair off her shoulder and rubbing lingeringly her skin down from her nape to her collarbone to her arm.

Her wonder for all they were able to generate together never grew old. When Chuck kissed her like that, touched her like that, there was no space left for doubts and insecurities. She just felt too good, so alive and more whole. She felt that anything was possible. It was only when they were apart than that strength abandoned her. She wouldn’t let go of it again.

Georgina’s apartment in Soho was a rarely utilized refuge, furnished with an impersonal, Spartan elegance which spoke of its owner unwillingness to hold onto material mementos.

Rush through the day, don’t look back, dive in if something feels good- those were her only principles. Georgina Sparks moved too fast to stay anywhere for too long, and those places she inhabited almost by accident, be they houses or flats, rarely sported signs of her personality or history. They were never home, only sanctuaries where she could crash to regroup her mind when she was sick of men or needed to lay out particularly complicated plots.

Yet, here and there little traces could be found, a few insignificant trinkets that she carried along her wanderings across the world. They weren’t all well-liked reminders, but they took her back to who she was whenever she risked forgetting.

Inside her bedroom’s drawer, there was a picture of a five years old Georgina, all white frills and braided hair, a yet naïve smile on her lips, plus six shots that she and Charlie had taken of each other to commemorate the first time they got stoned, an old article quoting briefly that two nameless, drunk adolescent heiresses -she and Serena obviously- had been bailed out of jail for vandalism.

The sitting room’s wall clock was something she had brought in Amsterdam, during a three week vacation she had indulged into after that awful camp. She had gone there to get caught and lost once more in every vice she had missed.

An ashtray she had nicked from the Somophore year was on her nightstand …Serena used to have a matching napkin holder, while Chuck had walked away with a shot glass, like the pretentious asshole he was. Only Blair had cowered out the dare, and the weight of her silent , glowering disapproval had coaxed sweet Nathaniel to back down as well .

Blair Waldrof had always been a spoilsport…yet that night had been quite pleasant. Georgina had the sweetest memory of a certain cocky Basstard fingering her under the table while Natie blushed profusely trying to look anywhere else and the other girls paid the bathroom a visit. She had stared straight at the blonde boy the entire time, in part to anger her Charlie, in part to embarrass their innocent-looking voyeur by catching him each time he dared to glance at her horny expression.

Good, old days.

How could Chuck having gone from mocking Nate Archibald’s weakness to doormat-ing for the ice queen?

Imagining the sort of reunion those two were probably hell-bent on right now was giving her a powerful, furious migraine. Still, she could not keep the disgusting images at bay.

Georgina Sparks LOATHED defeat, temporary or not.

She had curled up on her sofa, eyes shut tightly and gritted her teeth. Closed curtains darkened the room, butthe absence of light wasn’t placating her nerves, and she felt so restless than she had to force herself into immobility so as not to burst.

She wouldn’t drink or use drugs.

That little parasite growing inside her was taking over her life, and she loathed it for that. Better IT brought her to victory, or she would become royally pissed.

Accidentally, her hands brushed her stomach. It had to be a trick of her mind, but for a moment she would swear she could hear the foetus’ heartbeat loud in her ears.

It made her nauseous. Or perhaps it was the nausea playing games with her senses. Either way, pregnancies were masochistic business. And she didn’t mean that in the most pleasurable meaning of the word.

Fucking hormones.

She thanked a God she didn’t believed in when a bell rang at her door, announced her long overdue guest had finally reached her. She needed release, damn, and not the kind that came from an extenuating sex-marathon with random bulky strangers, but the kind that she could obtain by bending and twisting while receiving back only barely concealed adoration. That was exactly what her dear friend would provide.

Added bonus: Charlie was bound to be pissed as the hell.

With that happy thought, Georgina turned the lights on and stalked toward the door.

“Hey” her guest grinned somewhat shyly. He lived in the neighbourhood, and it wasn’t going to be the first or the second time they played a little (although it was more exact saying she played with him and he allowed her more or less willingly) but he was always uncertain about the game’s rules about the beginning of their encounters.

With good reason, because he was not handsome or excessively charming and Georgina despised his modest fashion sense just as much his conceited self-righteousness.

It didn’t mean that she didn’t find those little faults endearing: they made him so much more fun to pick apart.

The man in front of her was not very self-aware, but he was soft. Good. And he was been the Serena’s first love. Wasn’t it sweet that Georgina was just naturally suited to control him so completely?

She didn’t deign to respond his juvenile greeting with anything other than a roll of her eyes up and silently let him in.

“You’ve never called me to your home before”

He sounded awkward , but his gaze followed her, drank in her presence with a hopeful light.

Poor Danny, doomed by his penchant for getting attached to girls he couldn’t save.

Georgina grinned impishly.

“I never bring my men home. You are an exception.”

She didn’t bring anyone home, ever. Not because she particularly minded but because there was usually no purpose. Georgina liked to assert herself into other people’s existences, and that could be better accomplished by imposing in their homes.

“Because I’ve some dirt for you” She continued, enjoying the way his smile dimmed and his eyes darted downward. Nothing like crushing a puppy-eyed suitor to lift her spirits.

Her Cheshire Cat grin gave him cold shivers, but also got him hot. At that moment, Dan was sure that being infatuated with Georgina Sparks was the most detrimental experience for his mental health. Yet, there was nothing to be done about it. She was his muse, his addiction, ironically enough: the only times he wrote something real anymore was when he felt compelled to get their time together on paper. She could be his very antithesis, but she drew him in like no other woman had never done.

Not even Serena Van Der Woodsen, his once dream girl, or Vanessa Abrahams, his first love. He had respected and loved Vanessa with a naiveté and a purity of feeling that only a boy-child could experience; Serena he had loved with a passion which cared little about logic, yet he had never completely respected her.

Georgina had managed to leave both her predecessors in the dust: he didn’t understand her, but he longed desperately to, he loathed her actions, he was disgusted by her casual cruelty… yet he could never hate her. He was fascinated by her chameleonic capacities, by her ruthless attitude. There was a fierceness about her that stopped him from looking down on her like he had done to Blair Waldrof in past. It made no sense: Dan knew that Georgina Sparks was dangerous, a very despicable human being. Still, all what he wanted was for her to allow him to love her.

“I’m pregnant”

His heart froze.

“It, it isn’t….”

She laughed in his face, turning her back on him and plopping down on her sofa.

“Not yours, Daniel”

“Are you certain? I mean, there ‘s no chance it might be?”

He cringed internally at how shark-like her grin became, and he tensed in anticipation of the next cruelty to slide out of that beautiful mouth. Was it pathetic that, he could still noticehow alluring her large, pale eyes were in their dark coldness?

“Please, if I thought the child had a slim chance of being yours, I would have aborted it already. It’s Chuck’s. ”

Now Dan wanted to puke. Georgina was not his, and that hurt enough. But at least before, it was comforting knowing that she belonged to nobody. It was part of her charm and of her lifestyle.

He had known Chuck and Georgina had something going on, but he had been waiting until she got tired of it.

“So what now?”

Hurt dripped off his each word, and he could see she was feeding on how much she was upsetting him.

Georgina was a Machiavellian and perverse and whorish, just like her child’s daddy. They were a perfect match.

Dan should to be cheering. Instead, he had never been so jealous.

Not even when he had learnt that Serena had slept with Nate, at the beginning of their dating, because Nate was pretty and popular, but there was not much to recommend outside that.

Chuck was a despicable attempted rapist, but unfortunately there was more to him than that. It made him easier to dislike, on principle.

“He will be playing around with his sweet B, again, so for the time being, we can afford to fool around.”

“I’m flattered” Dan stated flatly.

“You should to be” Georgina spat back, not missing a beat, uncrossing her legs. The movement had her dress riling up few inches, and Dan found he couldn’t look away. Even if the gesture was intentional. Specifically because the gesture was intentional.

His mouth watered as her thighs drifted slowly open. It was like watching a scene out of Fatal Attraction in slow motion.

Shit, shitshitshit. He could NOT cave in once again.

She enjoyed humiliating him. Being attracted to her was IMMORAL. She was like… like the female Chuck Bass and he despised Chuck Bass. Intensely. She was… Georgina was… spread open and not wearing any underwear.

Jesus.

Dan Humphrey was sweating. But that didn’t mean he was going to give in. He had self-esteem.

Dignity, Humphrey, the key word to resistance is dignity. – he tried drumming in his increasingly befuddled brain- She is evil. Sexy but evil. Utterly evil.

“Dan-nyy”

Georgina whimpered, drawing his name out provocatively, shifting to expose herself slightly less. Dan’s gaze slanted instinctively from the forbidden territory between her legs to her eyes.

Blue, hypnotic, and beckoning.

He could not breath.

“Come on, Danny. Won’t you console me a little? I know you love licking me clean until you are nearly out of breath ”

Why was it so very hard to resist her when she talked dirty?

He would be disgusted with anyone else. Why did Georgina have to be the one woman who he had never set on a pedestal, and yet could never resist?

Why were his feet moving him forward?

“I admit I love it, too. A little bit”

His chest ached. He wanted her too damn too much and he didn’t know what to do with it.

Dan Humphrey wasn’t the one to go after sluts.

But it didn’t matter what she did or how down she pulled him, he could never think of Georgina like a whore.

And so when he went to her and kneeled down in front of her, Dan leant forward and tried to kiss her mouth.

Too bad Georgina’s hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in his skin through his shirt, keeping him at distance.

“Focus, Daniel”

She snapped, an endearing but irritating frown marring her forehead.

Dan sighed in annoyance. “Your wish is my command, lady”

AN: Shocked? Fear not, because CG will be gradually turning platonic, so my fellow CBers breath freely and allow themselves to despise her character a bit less. fans (if they exist and if they are reading this ), wont be let down.

Eventually our Georgie will get a love interest of her own(Serena? Dan? Carter? the jury is still out on that one).

I am simply so deeply angry with Daniel Humphrey after seeing his unworthy ass messing with Chuckles in 2.05 and my CB reunion in 2.8, than I needed punishing him a little.

Hopefully he will jump off his high horse before I jump on a Humphrey killing spree.