Will Not Remember, Cannot Forget [Part XXVII] Georgina/Chuck/Blair, R
Title: Will Not Remember, Cannot Forget
Author: cynicalshadows (a.k.a. Alicia)
Pairings/Characters: Chuck/Georgina, Chuck/Blair
Rating: R, also M for Mature, and D for DARK - Don't say I didn't warn you!
Chapter: 27/?
Word Count: 1484
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: We all have demons we can't escape, and even Chuck Bass had been innocent...once.
Previous parts here.
Everyday it’s getting worse
You do the same things and it hurts
I don’t know if I should cry
All I know is that I’m trying
I want to believe in you
I want to believe in you
But you make it so hard to do
-Ashley Tisdale-
When people cannot hold their liquor, it is annoying. When these drunken idiots get into an argument over a bottle of alcohol when there is plenty to go around, it is embarrassing. When one of the assholes smashes his head, falls into the pool, and nearly drowns, it is disgraceful. When the impromptu party is ruined because an ambulance has to be called for the fucker and everyone must flee in panic, it is unforgivable.
It is fortunate that the bastard didn’t die, but he is still permanently off the guest list.
And if Chuck ever finds out who was stupid enough to leave their phone containing pictorial evidence of who was in attendance behind, they will be off the list too! They are the reason two-thirds of the junior class has to suffer through this damned assembly so the new headmistress can threaten them with expulsion, can order them to write ten thousand word essays, can demand what’s wrong with them like she’s never broken a rule in her life.
Self-righteous bitch.
Once they are eventually released, Blair, always so level headed in a crisis, speaks on the steps before everyone can disperse. “So we all know how this works,” she states. It isn’t a question, but her gaze flicks around the group, hesitating a second on Serena, and coming to a stop on Chuck.
He smirks, glancing surreptitiously at the blonde, then meeting Blair’s chocolate eyes in silent understanding. “No one talks,” he drawls. “No one gets into trouble.”
“Who did break in anyway?” Nathaniel asks.
Chuck manages to keep from snorting, but cannot resist the wry comment that springs to his lips. “I guess we don’t have to worry about Nate cracking under pressure,” he deadpans, honestly wondering how it is that his friend remains so oblivious after growing up surrounded by all the schemes and intrigues of the Upper East Side. Seriously, it didn’t take a genius to figure out Serena was guilty, even if she hadn’t been radiating worry like Dan Humphrey radiates loser. Was the golden boy too stoned this morning to remember when S had that fling with the captain of the swim team? Now, of course, she said they had been dating, but Chuck knew fuck buddies when he saw them. There had been no hand holding going on between Serena and her water jock, and a relationship wasn’t real if you couldn’t hold hands.
With a slight pang, he risks a quick glimpse downwards, sees Blair’s palm absently caressing the navy blue fabric of her Constance uniform. His own fingers twitch minutely in response, his hand aching to grasp hers.
Soon, Bass. Very soon.
“So are we all agreed?” Blair asks suddenly, her small nod daring anyone to go against her wishes in this.
Serena shifts her weight, turning to look at her charity case boyfriend nervously. “Agreed,” she replies. As the words leave her mouth, Blair’s knowledgeable stare once again lands upon Chuck, and his lips curl with a bit of nostalgia. How many times already have they had to do this for Serena? She never could go long without needing to be rescued from some kind of mess.
Then her Brooklyn baggage decides to voice his opinion. Like anyone cares what he has to say. “Look, Blair,” Dan sighs. “I know you have your sights set on Yale, but this Skull and Bones stuff is a bit much, don’t you think?”
Blair smiles at him patronizingly. “Maybe,” she admits. “But it works. Every time.”
With one last glance at Chuck, she lifts her chin, the unspoken signal for the crowd to return to their respective classes. They scatter, and as Chuck walks back into the halls of Saint Jude’s he puzzles over what that final shared look meant.
He is still considering it when his cell vibrates in his pocket. He pulls it out and finds there is a message waiting from Blair. Anxiously, he reads it.
- Thanks 4 backing me up -
He grins, typing a response, and pressing SEND.
- Anytime -
Almost immediately, his phone buzzes again.
- Papers 2nite @ my place? -
“Who are you texting?” Nate whispers from the desk next to his.
Shit.
Chuck shrugs, rotating his body away a fraction. “Girl from last night,” he lies, fingers tapping buttons.
- When? -
“Cool,” Nathaniel observes as the screen on Chuck’s mobile lights up instantly. “She must really like you.”
- 7? -
Trying to keep the elation off his face, pushing keys rapidly, Chuck leers at his best friend, “I hope so.”
- I’ll be there -
Nate shakes his head with a soft laugh, turning his attention back to his notebook. A short time later, a bell announces the lunch hour. “So where are we eating today?” he inquires, gathering his stuff into his backpack.
“Don’t know, but how about I meet you in the courtyard in a few? I’ve got to get something from my locker,” Chuck mutters.
“Sure,” Nathaniel answers.
Waiting until the room is empty, Chuck places a call. “Arthur,” he says into the phone. “I need a bouquet of flowers for this evening. Purple peonies. Make it happen.”
Relieved that Blair is finally starting to come around, he heads out to the quad to find Nate. Spotting him seated at a table, writing diligently, Chuck approaches, musing aloud, “You’re taking that paper seriously.”
Nathaniel looks up, chagrined. “This isn’t the paper. It’s…” his voice trails away for a second. “It’s a heartfelt letter to Blair.”
“A heartfelt letter?” Chuck repeats incredulous. This is not good. Not good at all. “Who spayed you man?” he mocks, using the only leverage he has. “Blair doesn’t even want you. She’s been crystal about that since we got back.”
“Didn’t seem that way when she kissed me at the pool,” the golden boy points out.
He must have heard that incorrectly. That’s the only explanation. “She kissed you?”
“Well, I kissed her,” Nathaniel clarifies. “But… Yep.”
Tossing his bag down, Chuck sits heavily. His stomach churns, all traces of appetite dissipating in a wave of nausea. “But was she like… into it?” he asks, unable to help himself. “Or was she more like - ”
“Of course she was into it, man!” Nate scoffs, cutting him off. “What do you think?”
Gritting his teeth, Chuck lamely replies, “Yeah I know, but uh… You know Blair.” Something beyond jealousy unfurls in his chest. A tremor grows in his leg. He has an incredible urge to scream.
“Yes I do” Nathaniel boasts, his tone seeped in innuendo. “I just think she wants me to suffer a little more, you know? Even the playing field.” Then he breaks into a grin. “It’s worth it. Believe me.”
Chuck forces a fake smile, seething inside. Had he not been clear enough? Did she think he wouldn’t find out? That he was bluffing? That fucking -
“So you’re going to Blair’s later?”
Chuck thinks he might choke. “Blair’s?” he whispers through the vice constricting his lungs.
“Yeah,” Nathaniel mumbles, pencil still scribbling furiously. “She sent me a text just after I came out here telling me she was inviting everyone over this evening to work on those essays for Queller. You’re coming, right?”
Breathe, Bass. Just breathe.
“Yeah, I’ll be there.” Abruptly he stands, and Nate raises his head to peer at him curiously. “I’ve got to go,” he explains. “But I’ll see you tonight. You can tell Blair that too. If you see her.” With that, he stalks off, needing to be alone, hitting redial on his cell as he goes. “Arthur,” he grinds out when his chauffer picks up. “Cancel that last order.”
The bitch does not deserve flowers.
How could he have been so naive? Saturday’s conversation had changed nothing. Why had he ever thought it would? Because they kissed? Lot of good that did. She had kissed Nathaniel that night too. Bet she hadn’t slapped him afterwards.
Then again this morning, why had he allowed himself to hope? Because she had looked at him? Because she had sent him a stupid text message? He had read into both way too much. A look was a look, and a text was a text, and neither of those things meant that she cared for him. She still wanted Nate, her perfect gentleman.
Lucky bastard.
Fuck, he could be a better gentleman than Nathaniel. Hell, he was a better gentleman when he didn’t have to resort to blackmail just to spend some time with her!
But if that is how it must be, that is how it will be. All’s fair in love and war, and this… This is shaping up to be war.
A/N: Sorry for the shorter chapter. It's been a long week with all of my assignments for grad school due at the same time, so I am a bit exhausted. Luckily, school is now basically done for the summer, which means I will have way more time to write. Now I am off to bed so I can catch up on sleep and hopefully get the next chapter up tomorrow. :D
Author: cynicalshadows (a.k.a. Alicia)
Pairings/Characters: Chuck/Georgina, Chuck/Blair
Rating: R, also M for Mature, and D for DARK - Don't say I didn't warn you!
Chapter: 27/?
Word Count: 1484
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: We all have demons we can't escape, and even Chuck Bass had been innocent...once.
Previous parts here.
Everyday it’s getting worse
You do the same things and it hurts
I don’t know if I should cry
All I know is that I’m trying
I want to believe in you
I want to believe in you
But you make it so hard to do
-Ashley Tisdale-
When people cannot hold their liquor, it is annoying. When these drunken idiots get into an argument over a bottle of alcohol when there is plenty to go around, it is embarrassing. When one of the assholes smashes his head, falls into the pool, and nearly drowns, it is disgraceful. When the impromptu party is ruined because an ambulance has to be called for the fucker and everyone must flee in panic, it is unforgivable.
It is fortunate that the bastard didn’t die, but he is still permanently off the guest list.
And if Chuck ever finds out who was stupid enough to leave their phone containing pictorial evidence of who was in attendance behind, they will be off the list too! They are the reason two-thirds of the junior class has to suffer through this damned assembly so the new headmistress can threaten them with expulsion, can order them to write ten thousand word essays, can demand what’s wrong with them like she’s never broken a rule in her life.
Self-righteous bitch.
Once they are eventually released, Blair, always so level headed in a crisis, speaks on the steps before everyone can disperse. “So we all know how this works,” she states. It isn’t a question, but her gaze flicks around the group, hesitating a second on Serena, and coming to a stop on Chuck.
He smirks, glancing surreptitiously at the blonde, then meeting Blair’s chocolate eyes in silent understanding. “No one talks,” he drawls. “No one gets into trouble.”
“Who did break in anyway?” Nathaniel asks.
Chuck manages to keep from snorting, but cannot resist the wry comment that springs to his lips. “I guess we don’t have to worry about Nate cracking under pressure,” he deadpans, honestly wondering how it is that his friend remains so oblivious after growing up surrounded by all the schemes and intrigues of the Upper East Side. Seriously, it didn’t take a genius to figure out Serena was guilty, even if she hadn’t been radiating worry like Dan Humphrey radiates loser. Was the golden boy too stoned this morning to remember when S had that fling with the captain of the swim team? Now, of course, she said they had been dating, but Chuck knew fuck buddies when he saw them. There had been no hand holding going on between Serena and her water jock, and a relationship wasn’t real if you couldn’t hold hands.
With a slight pang, he risks a quick glimpse downwards, sees Blair’s palm absently caressing the navy blue fabric of her Constance uniform. His own fingers twitch minutely in response, his hand aching to grasp hers.
Soon, Bass. Very soon.
“So are we all agreed?” Blair asks suddenly, her small nod daring anyone to go against her wishes in this.
Serena shifts her weight, turning to look at her charity case boyfriend nervously. “Agreed,” she replies. As the words leave her mouth, Blair’s knowledgeable stare once again lands upon Chuck, and his lips curl with a bit of nostalgia. How many times already have they had to do this for Serena? She never could go long without needing to be rescued from some kind of mess.
Then her Brooklyn baggage decides to voice his opinion. Like anyone cares what he has to say. “Look, Blair,” Dan sighs. “I know you have your sights set on Yale, but this Skull and Bones stuff is a bit much, don’t you think?”
Blair smiles at him patronizingly. “Maybe,” she admits. “But it works. Every time.”
With one last glance at Chuck, she lifts her chin, the unspoken signal for the crowd to return to their respective classes. They scatter, and as Chuck walks back into the halls of Saint Jude’s he puzzles over what that final shared look meant.
He is still considering it when his cell vibrates in his pocket. He pulls it out and finds there is a message waiting from Blair. Anxiously, he reads it.
- Thanks 4 backing me up -
He grins, typing a response, and pressing SEND.
- Anytime -
Almost immediately, his phone buzzes again.
- Papers 2nite @ my place? -
“Who are you texting?” Nate whispers from the desk next to his.
Shit.
Chuck shrugs, rotating his body away a fraction. “Girl from last night,” he lies, fingers tapping buttons.
- When? -
“Cool,” Nathaniel observes as the screen on Chuck’s mobile lights up instantly. “She must really like you.”
- 7? -
Trying to keep the elation off his face, pushing keys rapidly, Chuck leers at his best friend, “I hope so.”
- I’ll be there -
Nate shakes his head with a soft laugh, turning his attention back to his notebook. A short time later, a bell announces the lunch hour. “So where are we eating today?” he inquires, gathering his stuff into his backpack.
“Don’t know, but how about I meet you in the courtyard in a few? I’ve got to get something from my locker,” Chuck mutters.
“Sure,” Nathaniel answers.
Waiting until the room is empty, Chuck places a call. “Arthur,” he says into the phone. “I need a bouquet of flowers for this evening. Purple peonies. Make it happen.”
Relieved that Blair is finally starting to come around, he heads out to the quad to find Nate. Spotting him seated at a table, writing diligently, Chuck approaches, musing aloud, “You’re taking that paper seriously.”
Nathaniel looks up, chagrined. “This isn’t the paper. It’s…” his voice trails away for a second. “It’s a heartfelt letter to Blair.”
“A heartfelt letter?” Chuck repeats incredulous. This is not good. Not good at all. “Who spayed you man?” he mocks, using the only leverage he has. “Blair doesn’t even want you. She’s been crystal about that since we got back.”
“Didn’t seem that way when she kissed me at the pool,” the golden boy points out.
He must have heard that incorrectly. That’s the only explanation. “She kissed you?”
“Well, I kissed her,” Nathaniel clarifies. “But… Yep.”
Tossing his bag down, Chuck sits heavily. His stomach churns, all traces of appetite dissipating in a wave of nausea. “But was she like… into it?” he asks, unable to help himself. “Or was she more like - ”
“Of course she was into it, man!” Nate scoffs, cutting him off. “What do you think?”
Gritting his teeth, Chuck lamely replies, “Yeah I know, but uh… You know Blair.” Something beyond jealousy unfurls in his chest. A tremor grows in his leg. He has an incredible urge to scream.
“Yes I do” Nathaniel boasts, his tone seeped in innuendo. “I just think she wants me to suffer a little more, you know? Even the playing field.” Then he breaks into a grin. “It’s worth it. Believe me.”
Chuck forces a fake smile, seething inside. Had he not been clear enough? Did she think he wouldn’t find out? That he was bluffing? That fucking -
“So you’re going to Blair’s later?”
Chuck thinks he might choke. “Blair’s?” he whispers through the vice constricting his lungs.
“Yeah,” Nathaniel mumbles, pencil still scribbling furiously. “She sent me a text just after I came out here telling me she was inviting everyone over this evening to work on those essays for Queller. You’re coming, right?”
Breathe, Bass. Just breathe.
“Yeah, I’ll be there.” Abruptly he stands, and Nate raises his head to peer at him curiously. “I’ve got to go,” he explains. “But I’ll see you tonight. You can tell Blair that too. If you see her.” With that, he stalks off, needing to be alone, hitting redial on his cell as he goes. “Arthur,” he grinds out when his chauffer picks up. “Cancel that last order.”
The bitch does not deserve flowers.
How could he have been so naive? Saturday’s conversation had changed nothing. Why had he ever thought it would? Because they kissed? Lot of good that did. She had kissed Nathaniel that night too. Bet she hadn’t slapped him afterwards.
Then again this morning, why had he allowed himself to hope? Because she had looked at him? Because she had sent him a stupid text message? He had read into both way too much. A look was a look, and a text was a text, and neither of those things meant that she cared for him. She still wanted Nate, her perfect gentleman.
Lucky bastard.
Fuck, he could be a better gentleman than Nathaniel. Hell, he was a better gentleman when he didn’t have to resort to blackmail just to spend some time with her!
But if that is how it must be, that is how it will be. All’s fair in love and war, and this… This is shaping up to be war.
A/N: Sorry for the shorter chapter. It's been a long week with all of my assignments for grad school due at the same time, so I am a bit exhausted. Luckily, school is now basically done for the summer, which means I will have way more time to write. Now I am off to bed so I can catch up on sleep and hopefully get the next chapter up tomorrow. :D