Hello everybody!! I deeply apologize for making you wait almost a MONTH for this chapter 3 but I have been working on another fanfic called "Even Morphine Cant Destroy The Pain"...so go check that one out! I think I like this one better so I will write the next chapter tomorrow night! There will be no more almost month periods of time to wait! haha...like always:: here goes nothing...
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They all were in the limo. Already there was giggling and Nate was trying his absolute hardest to impress Blair. But she couldn’t keep her eyes off Chuck. Every movement he made, every word he uttered, and every time he licked his lips. She just couldn’t stop. To her and his surprise he was doing the same thing to her. She caught him glimpsing at her longingly. When she recoated her lipstick he made a real horny faced and she tried to make her lips look sensual. It worked.
Nate once caught them having a staring contest and he immediately started talking about something random.

“Well no one has asked this question yet. So I may as well have.” He said glaring at Blair as she slowly parted her eyes away from Chuck and onto Nate. “Where the hell are we going?” he said it dramatically, to make Blair laugh. Her eyes were already off him and onto Chuck who was pouring a glass of champagne for himself. The limo got quiet and Serena noticed it was supposed to be funny and giggled slightly. He changed the subject. “Well?” he asked Blair.

“Oh, um. I don’t know, Serena’s the one who told Chuck and the driver.” She said his name differently from the way she says everyone else’s name. more care filled but yet scared. Vulnerable.
“Okay, okay. Enough with the suspense. I didn’t want to get the naïve ones so drunk again but I still want to have fun. So I am taking you all to Club Erode. Not as crazy and underground as the other club but more classy but still sultry.” She said with a wink.

“Wow, S. Sounds…interesting.” Chuck said. Blair smiled at him even though he wasn’t looking. The limo came to a stop and the driver opened the doors for the ladies. Paparazzi were lining the red ropes. They felt like they were movie stars. Well half the group did. Nate and Blair weren’t used to it. Chuck and Serena definitely were. They didn’t give the press one glance they just locked their eyes on a target and reached that target. Nate and Blair looked at every face behind the camera.

-Damn! Why the hell did I wear this? she scolded herself thinking.

They walked into the place where Serena accurately described as classy and sultry. The guys, like always, headed straight to the back where the bar was. Serena and Blair went to find a seat in the middle of the club and succeeded. The guys were still at the bar when Serena asked Blair a question that had been on her mind all evening.

“B. Tell me the absolute truth, please. Do you like Chuck or Nate? That was some freaky shit in the limo. Even Nate noticed.” Serena said doubting every word of hers and eyeing her sensitive best friend’s reaction. “What are you talking about? In the limo?” Blair knew exactly what she was talking about. But she couldn’t let Serena know that. “I don’t know what the hell you guys were doing but it was freaky okay. Some kind of staring contest slash trying to read each other’s minds. It was just awkward. Me and Nate were having our own conversation.” Serena said.
Blair let out a slight fake giggles and replied Serena. “S, I was just-“ she got cut off by the drink being placed in front of her by big smooth looking hands, that had a devilish irk to them. Chuck. She looked up and met those deep crazed beautiful brown eyes then noticed Nate standing next to him. He killed her mood.

“Thanks.” She said, not even looking at what it was, just letting the sweet burning taste enter her mouth. “Not even going to look at what it is?” Chuck said slyly. “I don’t really care what it is, to tell you the truth. Last night was fun! I kind of want it to happen again.” Blair said back.

-Well the afternoon part anyway. she thought.

“Ah.” Was all Chuck said. No one was really talking yet. Just enjoying the music and drinking. Then something happened.

“Hey. Are you Mr. Bass?” said a blonde petite woman with a thick southern accent. Any normal person would check her neck, to see if there was something big and red slapped on it.

“Who’s asking?” he said, eyeing her up and down and then repeating the action.

“Macy Dukes.” She said extending her hand over the table. He kissed it. “Pleasure.” He said. She giggled at that. “Want to go meet some friends of mine? We’re over there in the corner. You all can join us.” She said, gesturing once at a table filled with girls of all different ethnicities and types and then gesturing towards Blair, Serena, and Nate. “You guys mind?” he said, sounding like he really didn’t care what answer they gave him.

Blair wanted to say “HELL YES I MIND! YOU ARE MINE TO STARE AT ALL NIGHT LONG! YOU CANT BE GOING OFF WITH A BUNCH OF RED NECKS IN BIKINIS!” but she kept her cool and said. “Why not?” with an extremely un-genuine smile and then stood abruptly almost knocking down their table.

“Wow.” Was all Nate and Serena said as they followed Chuck and Blair to the table on the opposite end of the room.

“Hey yall! This is Wendy, Mason, Jo, Carol, and of course Gwendolyn. You should know her Chuck.” Macy exclaimed. “I should?” he asked innocently. “Gwendolyn Meyers. Also known as Gwenny Mae. You don’t remember the summer of 8th grade?” she asked with a slight accent but sounding more grown up. all their mouths fell open. This was Gwenny Mae. Chuck Bass’s first ever real girlfriend. First and last to the date. They had dated for exactly two months. But Chuck had ended up cheating on her.

“Gwen? Is that you? Where’s your hair?” he asked giving her a bear hug. She smiled and almost cried. Her eyes were glazed over. She used to have long and shiny red hair down to her waist. But now she had a short pixie cut to her ears and had got bangs and died it black. She wore heavy makeup and looked like a complete emo/gothic chick. Blair didn’t know anything about this girl like Nate and Serena did. So Blair was shocked at the fact that that thing still hugging Chuck was or used to be his type. “Oh, Chuck. A girl’s got to change sometime.” She smiled when he chuckled. The upper east siders took empty seats. Except for Blair who was standing cross armed and devil eyed right next to Chuck. Who wouldn’t shut up about Gwen.

This night would not be the night she had hoped for, more like prayed for.

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