Right place, at the wrong time
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She breathed slowly, filling her lungs with all the air possible but it never seemed to be enough. She stood up straight, shoulders back, looking as relaxed as she could under the circumstances.
Blair held her head up high and walked into the party. Glamorous people, dressed in designer clothes, enveloped her. She was in her world.
Chuck crushed that world, leaning against a wall in his trademark scarf. She knew he would be here. Summer was over and school started Monday. That didn't make the shock his appearance caused her body any less severe. Butterflies flurrying, pulse quickening. Blair worried she might sweat: that would just be unsanitary, not to mention ruin my dress.
Chuck wandered about the room, appearing lost. Looking for someone, he kept turning his head.
Blair changed the angle of her body to block him from her line of sight but couldn't shake the uneasiness in her stomach. She knows he's there, he's all around her.
Giving into the pull, Blair gasped, "Who are you looking for?"
Clutching her purse in her hand, she turned to attack him directly, "Some slut or is it a paid prostitute this time?"
Chuck blinked, and then smirked, "Blond, beautiful, skinny."
His stomach seemed to have a life of its own. Reveling in the jealousy he hoped he was invoking.
Blair's face darkened for a moment than the façade reappeared and she quipped, "Well then, I wouldn't look by the food. No way could she keep any thing down if she spent time with you."
Blair tried not to think about how she couldn't keep food down as Chuck walked off looking for his mystery girl.
Blair was suffocating, tired of the fake smiles and giggling. She needed air so she had found a side door and escaped.
The door led to an alley, so vile. Old newspapers were scattered about and there were a few puddles and some mud. It must have rained during the party.
"This is quaint," she deadpanned, whispering to herself.
The man looked over his shoulder. He swore he heard something, but figured it was just some rat. I'm going to get the plague if I stay here any longer.
He continued with his conversation, "I know everything Lilly."
"What are you talking about, Charles?" she said, a little unnerved but still upholding her normal icy manner.
Blair got close to the wall without actually touching the grimy thing, of course.
Chuck was talking with Lilly right around the corner.
Blair knew she should go back inside but gossip isn't something Blair willingly missed the opportunity to hear.
"Are you still seeing him?" Chuck interrogated.
Lilly shook her head side to side, no.
"Do you still love him?" Chuck spat out the question, disgusted that his wonderful step mother would be interested in the trash from Brooklyn.
Lilly looked down at her feet, resisting the question, "This isn't really any of your business."
She was already hurting and she just couldn't bear the look Chuck was giving her at that moment.
"I suppose its not but that never really prevents me from knowing anyway," he couldn't help but smirk.
Lilly smiled the warmest smile should could manage at her step son's words. That was the boy she knew and loved.
Relaxing his posture, Chuck breathed, "I'm not going to tell anyone."
"Thank you, Charles," she said relieved.
He took her hand and kissed it, "Any time Lilly."
"Join me back inside?" She asked.
"I'll catch up," Chuck coolly replied.
She nodded at him and went around the building to go in the front door. No one could know that the new Mrs. Bass had been spending her time in back alleys.
Still hunched against the wall, Blair put together what she had just overheard.
Lilly had an affair.
That much was obvious to Blair.
Who was he?
Love was the word that made her suspect Cabbage Patch's daddy. She knew Lilly and he had been hot and heavy back in the day, that Lilly had loved him like Serena loved Dan.
It was tempting to use this information to ruin Chuck's newly formed family.
Plots were running through her brain at that very moment, but Blair would never do that to Serena or Erik, or to Lilly herself.
So this is totally useless.
Blair hadn't heard anything in a long time so she thought it would be safe to try and go out front and catch a cab home, wanting desperately to climb into her big bed and sleep.
She cautiously walked around the corner, trying not to slip on the wet ground, only to see Chuck Bass pacing with his fist clenched by his side.
He stopped immediately at the sight of her, staring intently into her eyes.
She gawked back for a moment.
Pursing his lip he questioned, "You heard everything?"
Her non-reaction answered for her. The silence remained and tension filled the night sky.
Breaking eye contact, Blair tried to sneak away. She had nothing to say to him.
Chuck sulked to the side, obviously defeated.
Blair realized how broken he looked, all alone in this dark alley way.
With feelings of sympathy that were causing her to be nauseous, Blair said in an even voice, "I guess it kinda sucks for you, with your weird attachment to your replacement family," she said with a pointed look. "Well I guess it all isn't so perfect."
Chuck moved closer, a menacing look masking his pain. He lowered his voice and murmured, "I have the perfect idea for what we could do . . ."
Irked, Blair muttered, "Ugh."
She took a step to leave when Chuck turned her around and pulled her to him, kissing her hard on the mouth.
Blair moved her lips with his, enjoying the sensation that she had missed all summer but then snapped out of it, and sputtered, "No. Stop."
She struggled to get out of his grasp and screamed, "Chuck!" and backed away from him.
"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it," he sneered.
Blair threw his scarf, which was half off due to their encounter, into the mud and then stalked off leaving Chuck more alone then when he started.
He fumed, resuming his pacing, wanting to scream into the darkness.
The girl he loved hated him, his family was a lie and his beloved accessory was ruined.
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