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Ch. 10-More Than Meets the Eye
    Little Jenny Humphrey. Does my sight deceive me atau was she really seen wandering around the school grounds in nothing less than the traditional uniform? Last I heard, she was ditching the academics for a bit of fashion impromptu. What has turned the tide? Some skandal brewing perhaps? She hasn’t toyed with that since the queen B herself took back her throne. Then again, B never got the handsome Archibald to pindah in with her. How in the world did she manage that? anda know I’m dying to find out.
                    -Gossip Girl
    Blair paused in her intense ciuman of Chuck Bass, when she felt her phone vibrating against her thigh. She sighed, frustrated because he also had stopped, becoming aware of her movements. She wimpered quietly.
    “That can’t be you, huh?” she asked, her eyes still closed. But she could feel the smirk upon his face as he pulled his lips away from hers and looked at her coyly.
    “Unfortunately not, Waldorf.”
    She sighed, leaning her head to rest on his shoulder, as she pulled out her phone and opened it slowly.
    “But anda know,” he murmured, placing his lips on her neck and sucking at it tenderly. “That could always be arranged,” he pressed his body tighter against her, but nearly fell to the ground when she stepped away from him in shock of her most baru saja text message.
    “Ugh,” she scoffed, oblivious to the fact that Chuck had almost sent his face splattering to the ground.
    “Jeez, Blair,” he straightened his blazer out and turned to look at her, perfectly intent on glaring her little face off, and declining any sexual activity for a good twenty minutes. But her confused, fallen face stopped him.
    “What is it?” he asked, walking over to her.
    Blair quickly brought the phone to her chest, to keep him from seeing it.
His eyes narrowed.
    “It’s just a gossip girl post,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Nate moved in with Jenny,” she spat, sliding the phone into her purse, before he could steal it away from her.
    His looked at her questioningly for awhile, until he could see from her expression that she was indeed telling the truth. He sighed in resignation.
“Suspicious,” he admitted, “But why does it bother you?” he asked, looking at her, searching her now unreadable facial expression.
    She berkata nothing, turning away from him slightly. She seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, and since he had nothing else to go on, he assumed it was because of the post.
    “I mean, Jenny is….well, she’s Jenny,” he began, sporting that ever infamous smirk of his, and turning his body towards her drifting one. “And Nate? Well, anda don’t care about him really…”
    She still made no sound, but he could tell there was a breath that hitched in her throat.
    “Do you?” he asked, scared almost. He thought they were done with all this. It was old news. Last YEAR’S news. She NEVER belonged with Nate. But what if---what if…
    “No!” she snapped, turning back towards him. She was angry now. He should’ve known better than to bring up those buried insecurities. “God, how could anda even think that?” she huffed, walking away from him.
    His eyes widened in worry. He just GOT her. He was not going to lose her over a Gossip Girl post. Not again. “Blair, wait!” he called to her, never letting her out of his sight. He saw her not two feet away, and grabbed her arm before she could get too far. “Blair, tell me what’s going on.”
    She stopped. Huffed a little. He came around so he was facing her. He looked so confused. He brought his hand up to rest on the side of her face, and she closed her eyes in relief.
    “Blair…” he breathed.
    She opened her eyes, and smiled. “I’m sorry. You’re right. It shouldn’t matter to me. But…it does.”
    He was still so confused, but he was trying really hard not to be. She could see it written all over his face.
    She shook her head then. “I don’t expect anda to understand,” she tried to turn away, but he placed a firm grip on her shoulders.
    “Don’t give me that,” he spat, “this is me you’re talking about. I’m Chuck Bass.” He was looking at her so intently, so seriously. She had never heard him say that line before without having a hint of perversion in it. A smug smirk. A cocked eyebrow. None of it was there though. He was saying it so she would understand.
    She sported a tiny smile. “Chuck Bass?”
    He nodded. “We’re the same, Waldorf. You, me? We’re the same.”
    She opened her mouth in way of a tiny gasp, when he leaned meneruskan, ke depan and planted a delicate ciuman on her forehead. He felt her coming to him, felt her tiny hands reaching for around his neck, and then weeding through his hair. She exhaled and he felt her fall into his warm embrace. He held her to him.
    School was long over, but there were still a few people walking by, taking notice of the tender moment between the new couple. Chuck shot them glares though. atau at least to the ones who seemed to have their camera phones ready.
    “Do anda wanna get out of here?” he whispered into her thickly brunette hair.
    She made no movement, and he tried again.
    “I’ve got my…limo,” he tempted, and he could feel her smirk, even without pulling back to look at her face.
    “Do anda really?” she muttered, coyly, her grip tightening on his silky smooth locks.
    He grunted when she pushed herself against him in a rush. He could feel her hand playing with the buckle on his belt.
    “Blair,” he breathed.
    She brought her head up and looked at him, biting her bottom lip enticingly. She could feel him growing eager. His eyes had grown deep with desire.
    “What, Chuck?” she asked, innocently, allowing her other hand to drift low on his lower back. REAL low.
    He gasped. “Blair!”
    And his concerns were gone. Whatever had been bothering her that she would let nobody know, not even him….well, they must have vanished. Either that atau her feeling him up in the middle of the school courtyard got the better of his senses.
    He leaned down and huskily whispered into her ear. “Limo, huh?”
    She nodded. “Preferably. I mean, I wouldn’t want to do it right here, where everyone can see.”
    He laughed. “No, that’d be too easy for gossip girl.”
    She smirked into his neck, then allowed the hand resting on his LOWER back to fall into his hand.
    “We can’t have that,” her clever hands, unlatched his buckle, and he felt her delicate fingers unbuttoning and unzipping at the puncak, atas of his pants.
    “Blair,” he warned.
    She looked up at him, in that innocent manner once again. She blinked her eyes a few times for good measure.
    “You’re making it easy,” he breathed, trying to look recovered like she wasn’t affecting him at all. But she knew better.
She smirked and nodded, taking his hand in her own and pulling him away. “The limo it is then,” she smiled.
And he walked on awkwardly after her, rezipping up and rebuttoning his pants, if only for the moment.
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    The long, still fully jointed cigarette dragged out of loose lips belonging to a man, no older than twenty five. The smoke floated out of his nose in long slow puffs. He pulled his long trenchcoat tighter around his chilled body.
    “Crazy kids,” the older man selanjutnya to him scoffed, shaking his head.
    “They’re in love,” the young man said, pursing his lips before opening them slightly to release lebih spoke. He leaned back on the brick building.
    The older man turned to look at him, tearing his eyes away from the limo driving away. “You must be kidding me, Jensen. Chuck Bass? In love? From what I’ve heard he’s quite the womanizer. And those kind….they don’t settle down.”
    Jensen smirked. “He’s not like us, Wyler. He’s only seventeen,” He pushed the nearing face away from him. Those shocked eyes invading his thoughts in disbelief. “He’s got plenty of time to grow.”
    The older man nodded thoughtfully, turning his body to lean on the brick building beside his counterpart. “Maybe.” He paused, letting the possibility of change to sink in. When the youth selanjutnya to him berkata nothing, he opened his mouth again and released a sigh. He turned to him. “But really? Chuck Bass?!”
    Jensen pushed him away, and began to walk in the direction the limo had gone. “Come on, wise guy. We’ve got a job to do.”
    Wyler nodded and piled in after him into their own town car.
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    Giggles from the curly Brooklynite could be heard down the jalan, street and probably a little further on. She grasped onto the boy’s shoulders for support.
    “Are anda sure anda can just….leave?” she asked, looking back at the diner.
    “Did it look like we had any customers?” he questioned, quirking an eyebrow. He had become comfortable around her, and his nervous quirks seemed to have vanished over the last jam atau so.
    Vanessa just giggled. “No, I guess not.”
    “Besides, I wouldn’t want anda passing out again. What with all the coffee you’ve had.”
    “Only three cups!” she defended.
    “And that pie….” He listed.
    “Hey!” she stopped him, wavering back and forth a little bit before he set his hands on her shoulders to balance her. “Only one piece,” she hiccupped.
    He shook his head, once she had properly stabilized and began walking again. “Yeah, with like a mountain of whipped cream on puncak, atas of that entirely cokelat covered pie,” he muttered.
    “Hmm?” she nearly squeaked.
    He just laughed. “Nothing.”
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    One store. Two stores. lebih stores across the street. jalan, street names he definitely didn’t recognize. Nate Archibald scratched the back of him neck in confusion.
    “Hmmm….” He pondered.
    He shouldn’t be here. He KNEW he shouldn’t be here. Here was not someplace he had been in a long time. It had been awhile since his dad had been in rehab. It had been awhile since he had come around looking for Vanessa. Though that was EXACTLY what he was finding himself doing all over again.
    The Humphreys. Dan and Jenny, and now Rufus, had been very kind to let him pindah in with them. He hadn’t really talked to Dan since the awkward meeting concerning Serena, and then again just before the SATs. Dan was a pretty nice guy all around. Though he should have assumed that after befriending Jenny. He had only really become her friend through the mistake at the masquerade Ball. Man, did he really only meet these nice people because of Serena? They were such SUCH nice people and a lot of fun too. He felt awful for being so against the move-in…just like he had with Chuck. Chuck. The young Archibald shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the bas, bass he had so easily dismissed. They had been friends for years, and a small prank of the eager young writer, and he had gotten rid of him. Period. When he had seen him earlier that morning, he hadn’t even acknowledged him like the week before. But he was…occupied.
     Blair. If he hadn’t pushed Chuck off so hastily, he would be congratulating him on finally fixing things with the feisty brunette. And probably even the story behind how it all came into place. Not that he was THAT eager for all the details. From the moment Chuck admitted to being in cinta with her at the mobil van, van der bas, bass wedding, Nate had diberikan his blessing for the two manipulative geniuses. If not in word, in smile, in expression. He had seen them together and somehow it all became so obvious to him. Just how much they really deserved each other. He had berkata that to Blair…that she deserved Chuck when he was angry at her…when they were breaking up, but the clarity of how true that statement really was could only be seen once one was officially over Blair Waldorf. Much lebih pleasant thoughts to think on, he was sure. How these two were destined. But….well, obviously things were not currently so…uplifting. Not that things were all bad. Just different. Yes. Different.
    Nate turned his head, scanning all the different stores up and down the at least ten blocks had had found himself investigating. Finally, he found it. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten where it was. Dan had diberikan his the address….even if it was a tahun ago.
    “Too many thoughts,” he muttered, pushing open the door.
    There was a young girl standing there behind the counter, sweeping slowly. Her sandy blonde hair cascaded to just an inch past her shoulder. Her green eyes sparkled when he caught view of them. And was it just his imagination atau was there a slight berwarna merah muda, merah muda tint to her cheeks when she found him looking at her with intrigue.
    He cleared his throat and walked over to the counter.
    “Hello, can I help you?” the girl asked, placing the sapu in the corner. If he squinted just right he could see that her nametag berkata BECKY.
    “Yes,” he looked down one lebih time, just to be sure, “Becky,” he smiled.
    She flushed. Yes, she definitely found him attractive. Nate smiled smugly to himself. She looked up at him in question.
    “Does a Vanessa Abrams work here?”
    The girl’s face fell. Apparently she was used to disappointment. Her lips pursed.
    “Yeah, she does,” the girl went to grab the sapu again. She had obviously decided this conversation wasn’t worth her full undivided attention.
    Nate sighed in relief. At least he had found the right place! “Do anda know if she’s working right now?” he asked, his excitement growing.
    Now, she just looked up at him annoyed, pausing the moving sapu briefly in the far too clean luar angkasa behind the counter, he was sure. “She was supposed to,” she exhaled.
    He looked at her confused. “Supposed to?” he took a step closer.
    “Yeah, she called in and cancelled at the last minute,” she ran her fingers up and down the sapu in a little dance, clearly having stopped her cleaning efforts for the handsome boy yet again.
    Nate’s eyebrows furrowed, completely unaware of this girl’s most likely emotional pain and disappointment. “Well, do anda know when she’ll come back?”
    The girl exhaled in a quite testy manner, keeping her eyes focused on her broom. “I will not glare, I will not glare, I will not glare,” she muttered under her breath. When she finally looked up, an innocent, angelic face greeted the Archibald’s questioning gaze. “I’m not sure,” she pursed her lips. “I haven’t exactly been here the longest and—”
    “Oh, oh! I understand. I’m sorry….shouldn’t have bugged you,” he smiled apologetically and turned to leave.
    “Wait!” she cried, coming out from around the corner to chase after him.
    He stopped and turned to face her, confused. “Yeah?” he asked.
    “Uh…” she panicked, her eyes widening, but she blinked and restored her resolve. “What do anda need her for? I mean, is it something I could help anda with?” she asked him, her green eyes sparkling.
    He got lost in them for a moment, and then shook his head. “No, just….just let her know I stopped by…if anda see her, before…I do.”
    She looked at him confused, wondering if he himself even understood his own sentence. She guessed not as he shook his head and wandered back through the door he had come in. She watched him go and sighed dreamily. “Whatever anda say…”
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    The two newly met acquaintances walked the long wooden flight of steps up to an older, but properly fashioned Brooklyn apartment.
    “Well, this is me,” Vanessa said, turning around to face Kevin.
    “This is you,” he repeated.
    She smiled. No giggles this time. The coffee and sugar had properly worn off oleh now.
    “Vanessa…Abrams?” he asked, his eyes moving over to the mailboxes properly installed to the left of her front door. She turned to see what he was looking at.
    “Ah, yes. anda have discovered my last name! And oleh cheating too,” she folded her arms across her chest, and looked at him, a playful glint in her eyes.
    He looked back at her, and let a small laugh escape him. “Well, aren’t anda going to open it?” he asked, almost in shock.
    She laughed out loud. “I don’t need to check it EVERY hari do I?” she asked.
    He gave her an insisting look, and when she still refused, he reached meneruskan, ke depan to open the box himself. Her eyes widened at the movement though, and launched her hands to the mailbox before he could get to it, pushing his eager fingertips away.
    He looked at her in a far too innocent disappointment.
    She took her place in front of the boxes. “I don’t let acquaintances check my mailbox,” she declared.
    He laughed again at this. “Well then, we best meet up again.”
    Her eyebrows furrowed at this.
    “So we can become friends?” he suggested.
    She nodded along. “Ah, anda think anda can befriend me that easily?” she asked mischievously.
    He smirked, and turn towards the long staircase. “I’ll be seein’ ya, Vanessa Abrams!”
    She scoffed, and it made him stop and turn to look at her. “Don’t I get to know YOUR last name?” she pouted.
    He shook his head at her, but obliged. Stepping back toward her, he took her hand in his own and kissed it lightly. “Kevin. Kevin Jensen,” he smiled before turning back away and speedily flying down the wooden steps.
    She was held in shock for a few moments, before placing her hand back in her elbow’s crease within her folded arms position. “You’re quite the gentleman, Jensen!” she shouted after him. But he was already too far away to hear her.
    Vanessa shook her head, and took out her key to open the door. Before stepping inside, she paused…looking back at her mailbox. She took a few steps back, opened the mailbox and reached inside, hoping to find something. It was empty, just as she’d predicted. She couldn’t feel anything on the base of the interior. Shutting the box’s door, she walked back to her open door, feeling entirely stupid for checking her usually always empty mailbox. She had hoped it would be different this time, if only for the insistence of a curly haired fourteen tahun old, who had helped her forget.
    She closed the door behind her, and set her accessories to rest on the dapur table. She walked back over to the door to peer out the window, what she was hoping to find, she could not really determine. Not in that moment. That was when it hit her. What was her point to wandering around? Her point to not coming directly halaman awal from the Loft? She had had a point. She was sure of it.
    OMG. She felt herself pinned (of her own regard) against the front door. Chuck’s phone!
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