A/N: Okay, I know I alisema I was going to update zaidi often…and I apologize for this, BUT!!!!! (Okay, I really have no excuse) Sadly this will not be changing. I am giving wewe a chapter now to hold wewe over…and then I probably won’t update for quite awhile. Because wewe know…having four CB multi-chaptered fics going and trying to update them all…and quickly…is just…well, overwhelming. So, I am just going to be updating ‘so what if I’m jealous’ (if wewe haven’t checked it out, wewe should) until I finish it. And then I will resume this one, ‘unable’ au ‘queen bee for a reason’ one at a time, and so forth until I finish them all. ;p . If this is the story wewe want me to go on to next, then please go vote for it on the kura ya maoni on my profaili page. If not, it could be awhile before I actually update this story again.
With that said….I own nothing…no copyright infringement intended…and on to chapter nine of Never Again: A Chuck & Blair Story. ;)
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CH.9—Excruciating Advances
Another jolt. And another one. She could feel the helicopter lowering and felt her own grace and calm fading away as the machine got closer to the water. Of all the things that could have happened during her kidnapping (if wewe could even call it that), this was the worst. She watched outside the front windows as she saw the scene before her unfolding. She had been kidnapped kwa Georgina’s brother (ugh), no doubt in revenge for the sentencing to reformatory school only a few weeks ago, and now she was going to die in the bass, besi helicopter (ironic?) that was flying on empty, about to plunge into the Atlantic Ocean.
“You have GOT to be kidding me,” Blair muttered, bracing herself with the door of the pilot’s cabin, kibanda as she stumbled back into where Ben appeared to be snoring.
“Ugh, figures.” How he could sleep through all of this she would never know.
Her only chance to escape, it seemed, would be to grap a parachute and jump out of the helicopter, before it reached shallower depths. Because if she waited much longer, then it would be consumed in water and there would be no saving her.
She went into the back near the bathroom, and began pacing and wimpering, trying to keep quiet. Ben may be sleeping, but she couldn’t trust her senses. He had not been the most innocent of bass, besi employees, and there was no proof he had come to the light, no sign he would anytime soon either. He could be faking his entire sleep syndrome.
An extremely loud snore erupted from where he was lying.
Blair cringed. Then again maybe not.
She sighed, finally entering the bathroom, and locking the door, and crashing onto the toilet. She put her face in her hands, completely scared and not knowing what the heck she was going to do. If this was the moment of her death, there was only one person she truly wanted beside her, and he was a million miles away….telling her to STAT PUT.
“Ugh,” she scoffed.
But since when had she actually taken his advice? She was Blair Waldorf, and even the upendo of her life would NOT tell her what she should au shouldn’t do.
She didn’t stop to think even for a dakika that she had just admitted to herself that she was in upendo with Chuck Bass. She didn’t even stop to think of the consequences of her going against what probably had been the right decision. The turbulence was getting worse, and she didn’t have time to think. She pulled out her phone on instant, and dialed his number. This could not be alisema in a text. Her life was at risk.
………….
It was getting later, and time was slipping away. sekunde turned to minutes, and dakika to hours. The days had gone kwa painfully slow, especially for those originating on the Upper East Side.
Vanessa, on the other hand, had been spending time with Dan ever since school had gotten out. As saddened as she was that Nate had decided to break off their recently formed relationship, it was nice to have all the time in the world with the eldest of the Humphrey children. It was enjoyable to not be sucked into the drama of the spoiled, rich kids. It was comforting to just walk around the streets of Brooklyn and get Lost in the sweet summer air.
Dan walked beside her making comically lame jokes, and she giggled in response. It was a comfortable relationship, and she smirked at him as he fidgeted with his hands, digging them farther into his oversized pockets.
He wasn’t over Serena though, and the new feelings that had risen in her for Nate could not be dismissed so lightly. She turned and gazed at Dan for a moment, remembering how awful she had felt for leaving him after his declaration of upendo only a mwaka and a half ago. And when she had returned, he had been with Serena. Vanessa had felt awful, betrayed, insulted….but in a matter of hours had managed to songesha past her feelings, however deep au sparkly they may have been, and focused on a friendship to last a lifetime.
“V”
She heard her name, but it was as though in a dream. Maybe she had fallen over, gotten intoxicated kwa the summer heat, au simply heard too many of Dan’s jokes, but a haze seemed to encircle her, and she nearly felt as though her entire body was vibrating.
“V?”
There it was again, but in zaidi of a swali this time.
She stopped walking, when she felt a tug on her elbow, and then some wiping away on her brow.
“Vanessa! “ he alisema frantically. “Vanessa, are wewe all right?”
She opened her eyes. Apparently she had stopped walking a long time ago. She looked up into his light brown eyes. She was on the ground, and her head was pounding. She brought a hand up to red the sore bump developing just above her left eyebrow.
“What happened?” she asked, a crowd of people starting to encircle her.
Dan pushed them away. “She’s allright, wewe can leave now.”
They slowly decipated.
He looked back down to her, and then softly chuckled. “You ran into the stop sign, V.”
Her cheeks flushed a pale pink to match her lips. “I what?”
“Here, come on,” he said, holding out her hand for her to take. “Slowly now…”
She dropped her hand from her forhead, and grabbed a hold of his own, ignoring the warning to take her time. She felt her head throbbing in pain because of her foolishness.
He sighed, knowingly. “Where does it hurt?” he looked concerned, but she knew he was shouting ‘I told wewe so’ over and over in that literary head of his.
“I must’ve gotten Lost in my thoughts,” she said, putting her hand up to where it hurt, and wincing. She turned to walk away.
His brows furrowed. “Vanessa, Vanessa wait!”
Her phone buzzed. That must’ve been the vibrating sensations she felt earlier.
“You just ran into a pole, don’t wewe think wewe should take two sekunde to—”
She cut him off, kwa placing a sweaty hand across his ever moving mouth. His eyes widened in shock. “Shh,” she said. “It’s Nate,” she pressed the answer button on her phone. “Hello?”
Dan smirked, taking in her facial expressions, and prepping himself to tease her properly about it later. That’s when her face fell, and she moved her hand from her forehead to cover her shocked and scared expression draining from her mouth.
“Yes, yes, of course. I’ll come right away,” she snapped the phone shut and slid it back inside her pocket. She looked into the empty air, trying to comprehend everything she’d just heard.
“What is it?” Dan asked. When she responded to nothing for the inayofuata few seconds, he laid his hand softly and hesitantly on her shoulder.
She jumped slightly, shocked kwa his movement. She had gotten Lost in her thoughts again. It seemed a common occurrence for her today.
She looked to him, eyes full of worry…and the emotion transferred to his deep spheres as well.
“I….I have to go,” she gulped, eyes filling to the brink with moisture.
“Vanessa,” he warned.
She pushed away. “I…Nate needs me,” she said.
“Vanessa, you’re not making sense. Tell me what’s—” but she had already walked across to the inayofuata block and was out of reach from his incessant calling. He sighed. “Nice talking with you,” he muttered, looking after her for another spare moment, before spinning around and heading back to the loft.
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Amelia gasped, pressing herself into Chuck as he spun her around and decorated her collarbone with hot, steamy kisses. He drew his hands under the silky blue skirt, upindo of her dress, clutching at her flesh painfully. He bit at her jawline and licked the shiny gloss off of her lips. He could feel her hands rummaging themselves through his hair and scraping her fingernails desperately across the thick material of the vest resting on his back. Soon, her lips were on his neck, falling in far deeper than she had ever originally deciphered. He was letting her explore every inch of his clothed self, and she was completely at his mercy.
As long as she didn’t know he wasn’t into her, and continued to believe in the ndoto that he was, his plan would go along perfectly. He had rehearsed his movements in his head the instant she had come in through the door. It was harder than usual to sound like he was enjoying himself, and maybe he couldn’t have pulled it off if this had been the Amelia who had originally walked into the van der bass, besi suite not a few days ago. au perhaps this WAS the woman who had walked in then. The subtle innocent girl who writhed in pleasure against him. She was in connection with Georgina, which meant she knew well the art of treachery, but he guessed she had been a good girl before whoregina crossed paths with her. That good girl was STILL hiding underneath the manipulative spew Ms. Sparks had created. Fortunately for him, this good girl, also had never been made upendo to properly. And she yearned to be. He could feel it in her needy fingertips.
In the midst of his angry, manipulative thoughts, he felt her hands graze his chest until they lowered to his pants buckle.
He smirked. That was his cue.
“Ah, ah, ahhh,” he spoke into her ear.
She froze, entirely too intoxicated kwa his very voice.
“You’ll have to do me a favor first,” he continued.
She pulled back to look into his eyes. She was trembling. “Anything,” she whispered. Her blue eyes shone with a heated passion he was sure she’d never know.
The smirk he sported turned into a wide grin. “Get rid of the guards.”
…………..
It no longer surprised him when Amelia instantly scampered off and slipped outside the bedroom door, closing it tightly behind him. If he had known ahead of time that this girl could be so easily maneuvered, he would’ve sicked himself on her at the very beginning, without hesitation. He could hear her talking with the guards outside the door, flirting even, and he knew she had gone through EXACTLY what she had promised.
He had yet to go through with the rest of his plan with getting not only out of the room but out of the van der bass, besi residence all together. But he was assured now that it would not be as difficult as he originally imagined. His doubts had clouded him earlier, but now he had fallen back into his cocky, overconfident self…and nothing would cause him worry anymore. He would get out of there. He would save everybody, and Georgina Sparks would have hell to pay….again.
BZZZZ. BZZZ.
Chuck’s eyebrows furrowed. He gasped, remembering now. His phone had vibrated earlier, during the makeout session with Amelia, and luckily she had not noticed. She had been too into him at the time to notice, and for that he was grateful. For the buzzing had gone on for a longated amoutn of time, clearly notifying a call not a text. But he ignored it in order to stir Amelia on and she had continued on, oblivious to the incoming call.
BZZZZ. BZZZZ.
Another vibration? That could only mean one thing. He was too caught in his thoughts again. He should’ve picked up the phone at once. Rapidly he thrust his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
1 MISSED VOICE MESSAGE.
His eyes widened when he saw who it was from. He had told her to stay put. She wouldn’t have called if it had not been urgent. He pressed the button slowly, but with a great urgency flowing through her fingertips. He lifted the device to his ear, and waited. His mouth dropping open with what he heard and then shutting tightly again, cringing at the dreadful noise he heard.
“Chuck…Chuck…” panting. Panting. “I’m… jumping.” Screams.
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A/N: Please review! I know cliffhanger…I’m awful. ;p But O-M-G,I just saw a spoiler clip from tomorrow’s episode and it will be SO epic, wewe will DIE. Blair finally says those 3 magic words and it does not end well, but her speech is so epic and so beautiful, wewe will be in tears. Wow.
*gasp* OOPS! Did I just give away a spoiler? *innocent look* my bad. ;p
With that said….I own nothing…no copyright infringement intended…and on to chapter nine of Never Again: A Chuck & Blair Story. ;)
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CH.9—Excruciating Advances
Another jolt. And another one. She could feel the helicopter lowering and felt her own grace and calm fading away as the machine got closer to the water. Of all the things that could have happened during her kidnapping (if wewe could even call it that), this was the worst. She watched outside the front windows as she saw the scene before her unfolding. She had been kidnapped kwa Georgina’s brother (ugh), no doubt in revenge for the sentencing to reformatory school only a few weeks ago, and now she was going to die in the bass, besi helicopter (ironic?) that was flying on empty, about to plunge into the Atlantic Ocean.
“You have GOT to be kidding me,” Blair muttered, bracing herself with the door of the pilot’s cabin, kibanda as she stumbled back into where Ben appeared to be snoring.
“Ugh, figures.” How he could sleep through all of this she would never know.
Her only chance to escape, it seemed, would be to grap a parachute and jump out of the helicopter, before it reached shallower depths. Because if she waited much longer, then it would be consumed in water and there would be no saving her.
She went into the back near the bathroom, and began pacing and wimpering, trying to keep quiet. Ben may be sleeping, but she couldn’t trust her senses. He had not been the most innocent of bass, besi employees, and there was no proof he had come to the light, no sign he would anytime soon either. He could be faking his entire sleep syndrome.
An extremely loud snore erupted from where he was lying.
Blair cringed. Then again maybe not.
She sighed, finally entering the bathroom, and locking the door, and crashing onto the toilet. She put her face in her hands, completely scared and not knowing what the heck she was going to do. If this was the moment of her death, there was only one person she truly wanted beside her, and he was a million miles away….telling her to STAT PUT.
“Ugh,” she scoffed.
But since when had she actually taken his advice? She was Blair Waldorf, and even the upendo of her life would NOT tell her what she should au shouldn’t do.
She didn’t stop to think even for a dakika that she had just admitted to herself that she was in upendo with Chuck Bass. She didn’t even stop to think of the consequences of her going against what probably had been the right decision. The turbulence was getting worse, and she didn’t have time to think. She pulled out her phone on instant, and dialed his number. This could not be alisema in a text. Her life was at risk.
………….
It was getting later, and time was slipping away. sekunde turned to minutes, and dakika to hours. The days had gone kwa painfully slow, especially for those originating on the Upper East Side.
Vanessa, on the other hand, had been spending time with Dan ever since school had gotten out. As saddened as she was that Nate had decided to break off their recently formed relationship, it was nice to have all the time in the world with the eldest of the Humphrey children. It was enjoyable to not be sucked into the drama of the spoiled, rich kids. It was comforting to just walk around the streets of Brooklyn and get Lost in the sweet summer air.
Dan walked beside her making comically lame jokes, and she giggled in response. It was a comfortable relationship, and she smirked at him as he fidgeted with his hands, digging them farther into his oversized pockets.
He wasn’t over Serena though, and the new feelings that had risen in her for Nate could not be dismissed so lightly. She turned and gazed at Dan for a moment, remembering how awful she had felt for leaving him after his declaration of upendo only a mwaka and a half ago. And when she had returned, he had been with Serena. Vanessa had felt awful, betrayed, insulted….but in a matter of hours had managed to songesha past her feelings, however deep au sparkly they may have been, and focused on a friendship to last a lifetime.
“V”
She heard her name, but it was as though in a dream. Maybe she had fallen over, gotten intoxicated kwa the summer heat, au simply heard too many of Dan’s jokes, but a haze seemed to encircle her, and she nearly felt as though her entire body was vibrating.
“V?”
There it was again, but in zaidi of a swali this time.
She stopped walking, when she felt a tug on her elbow, and then some wiping away on her brow.
“Vanessa! “ he alisema frantically. “Vanessa, are wewe all right?”
She opened her eyes. Apparently she had stopped walking a long time ago. She looked up into his light brown eyes. She was on the ground, and her head was pounding. She brought a hand up to red the sore bump developing just above her left eyebrow.
“What happened?” she asked, a crowd of people starting to encircle her.
Dan pushed them away. “She’s allright, wewe can leave now.”
They slowly decipated.
He looked back down to her, and then softly chuckled. “You ran into the stop sign, V.”
Her cheeks flushed a pale pink to match her lips. “I what?”
“Here, come on,” he said, holding out her hand for her to take. “Slowly now…”
She dropped her hand from her forhead, and grabbed a hold of his own, ignoring the warning to take her time. She felt her head throbbing in pain because of her foolishness.
He sighed, knowingly. “Where does it hurt?” he looked concerned, but she knew he was shouting ‘I told wewe so’ over and over in that literary head of his.
“I must’ve gotten Lost in my thoughts,” she said, putting her hand up to where it hurt, and wincing. She turned to walk away.
His brows furrowed. “Vanessa, Vanessa wait!”
Her phone buzzed. That must’ve been the vibrating sensations she felt earlier.
“You just ran into a pole, don’t wewe think wewe should take two sekunde to—”
She cut him off, kwa placing a sweaty hand across his ever moving mouth. His eyes widened in shock. “Shh,” she said. “It’s Nate,” she pressed the answer button on her phone. “Hello?”
Dan smirked, taking in her facial expressions, and prepping himself to tease her properly about it later. That’s when her face fell, and she moved her hand from her forehead to cover her shocked and scared expression draining from her mouth.
“Yes, yes, of course. I’ll come right away,” she snapped the phone shut and slid it back inside her pocket. She looked into the empty air, trying to comprehend everything she’d just heard.
“What is it?” Dan asked. When she responded to nothing for the inayofuata few seconds, he laid his hand softly and hesitantly on her shoulder.
She jumped slightly, shocked kwa his movement. She had gotten Lost in her thoughts again. It seemed a common occurrence for her today.
She looked to him, eyes full of worry…and the emotion transferred to his deep spheres as well.
“I….I have to go,” she gulped, eyes filling to the brink with moisture.
“Vanessa,” he warned.
She pushed away. “I…Nate needs me,” she said.
“Vanessa, you’re not making sense. Tell me what’s—” but she had already walked across to the inayofuata block and was out of reach from his incessant calling. He sighed. “Nice talking with you,” he muttered, looking after her for another spare moment, before spinning around and heading back to the loft.
………………………
Amelia gasped, pressing herself into Chuck as he spun her around and decorated her collarbone with hot, steamy kisses. He drew his hands under the silky blue skirt, upindo of her dress, clutching at her flesh painfully. He bit at her jawline and licked the shiny gloss off of her lips. He could feel her hands rummaging themselves through his hair and scraping her fingernails desperately across the thick material of the vest resting on his back. Soon, her lips were on his neck, falling in far deeper than she had ever originally deciphered. He was letting her explore every inch of his clothed self, and she was completely at his mercy.
As long as she didn’t know he wasn’t into her, and continued to believe in the ndoto that he was, his plan would go along perfectly. He had rehearsed his movements in his head the instant she had come in through the door. It was harder than usual to sound like he was enjoying himself, and maybe he couldn’t have pulled it off if this had been the Amelia who had originally walked into the van der bass, besi suite not a few days ago. au perhaps this WAS the woman who had walked in then. The subtle innocent girl who writhed in pleasure against him. She was in connection with Georgina, which meant she knew well the art of treachery, but he guessed she had been a good girl before whoregina crossed paths with her. That good girl was STILL hiding underneath the manipulative spew Ms. Sparks had created. Fortunately for him, this good girl, also had never been made upendo to properly. And she yearned to be. He could feel it in her needy fingertips.
In the midst of his angry, manipulative thoughts, he felt her hands graze his chest until they lowered to his pants buckle.
He smirked. That was his cue.
“Ah, ah, ahhh,” he spoke into her ear.
She froze, entirely too intoxicated kwa his very voice.
“You’ll have to do me a favor first,” he continued.
She pulled back to look into his eyes. She was trembling. “Anything,” she whispered. Her blue eyes shone with a heated passion he was sure she’d never know.
The smirk he sported turned into a wide grin. “Get rid of the guards.”
…………..
It no longer surprised him when Amelia instantly scampered off and slipped outside the bedroom door, closing it tightly behind him. If he had known ahead of time that this girl could be so easily maneuvered, he would’ve sicked himself on her at the very beginning, without hesitation. He could hear her talking with the guards outside the door, flirting even, and he knew she had gone through EXACTLY what she had promised.
He had yet to go through with the rest of his plan with getting not only out of the room but out of the van der bass, besi residence all together. But he was assured now that it would not be as difficult as he originally imagined. His doubts had clouded him earlier, but now he had fallen back into his cocky, overconfident self…and nothing would cause him worry anymore. He would get out of there. He would save everybody, and Georgina Sparks would have hell to pay….again.
BZZZZ. BZZZ.
Chuck’s eyebrows furrowed. He gasped, remembering now. His phone had vibrated earlier, during the makeout session with Amelia, and luckily she had not noticed. She had been too into him at the time to notice, and for that he was grateful. For the buzzing had gone on for a longated amoutn of time, clearly notifying a call not a text. But he ignored it in order to stir Amelia on and she had continued on, oblivious to the incoming call.
BZZZZ. BZZZZ.
Another vibration? That could only mean one thing. He was too caught in his thoughts again. He should’ve picked up the phone at once. Rapidly he thrust his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
1 MISSED VOICE MESSAGE.
His eyes widened when he saw who it was from. He had told her to stay put. She wouldn’t have called if it had not been urgent. He pressed the button slowly, but with a great urgency flowing through her fingertips. He lifted the device to his ear, and waited. His mouth dropping open with what he heard and then shutting tightly again, cringing at the dreadful noise he heard.
“Chuck…Chuck…” panting. Panting. “I’m… jumping.” Screams.
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A/N: Please review! I know cliffhanger…I’m awful. ;p But O-M-G,I just saw a spoiler clip from tomorrow’s episode and it will be SO epic, wewe will DIE. Blair finally says those 3 magic words and it does not end well, but her speech is so epic and so beautiful, wewe will be in tears. Wow.
*gasp* OOPS! Did I just give away a spoiler? *innocent look* my bad. ;p
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