Revenge is sweeter than you ever were...
Part three of my Chuck/Blair fic!
A link to the first two parts: http://carly-b.livejournal.com/4891.html
Title: Revenge is sweeter than you ever were...
Rating: PG
Summary:
For some reason, she had an unexplained weakness for brown eyes and arrogant smirks, but that was another story altogether...
"Come on S, what about that one?" Blair sat up on her deck chair and pointed across the sand at a tall, tanned guy with brown hair and blue eyes that crinkled when he smiled in a way that most girls would find swoon worthy. Blair was not one of those girls. For some reason, she had an unexplained weakness for brown eyes and arrogant smirks, but that was another story altogether...
The guy had now noticed Blair pointing and was starting to give her a strange look. Normally, doing something so obvious would have embarrassed Blair, but here in the Hamptons she felt more relaxed than she did in New York. There was a feeling of being anonymous here that she never had at home. Besides all that, she was willing to try anything to get Serena to smile again, including embarrassing herself playing their favorite game from previous summers spent together here at this same beach, Spot the Hottie. Serena had obviously come up with the name because Blair cringed every time she heard a word like 'hottie'. It was so... Eurgh. Yet the name remained. The sacrifices Blair made for her best friend...
"Blair!" Serena finally reacted by grabbing Blair’s arm and pulling it down so that she was no longer pointing at the confused boy, who scampered away as quickly as possible as soon as the girls attention was no longer directed at him. "What happened to being subtle?"
"Fiiiiine" Blair sighed, rolling the word out as though she were a whining child. She leant back into her chair again, making sure her hair was fanned out, just so. She carefully adjusted the straps on her silk Missoni bikini with its green swirls and its ruffle trim, straightened her tiny denim shorts and finally she fixed her large, rounded, celebrity style sunglasses, the white frames contrasting perfectly with her dark curls. Perfect. She glanced sideways at Serena, in her black Michael Kors one piece, the gold chain of the halter neck matching with her golden blonde hair and groaned inwardly. Serena made perfect look way to easy.
The two girls were silent for a moment, and Blair heard Serena sigh. She felt bad for her friend, but at the same time she appreciated it. If Serena was falling apart, Blair couldn't. She had to be strong for her friend. If Serena was handling her break up with Dan better then Blair wouldn't have the single focus of cheering her up to keep her from dwelling on her own issues. Having a best friend who demanded such attention was a god-send at times. She was the perfect distraction. Blair hoped that Serena would continue to be suitably distracting when Chuck showed up at the Hamptons. She knew him well enough to know that he would turn up, sooner or later, and she had better be prepared when he did.
As though she could read Blair’s mind, Serena broke the silence by saying "Blair, you haven't said anything about Chuck since you got back. Nothing"
"Well, maybe there’s nothing to say" Blair snapped with venom in her voice, annoyed that she couldn't avoid the subject any longer. "Maybe I was stupid to even care. He's Chuck Bass, after all"
"You scare me sometimes B, you know that?" Serena said conversationally.
"HE should be scared" Blair's expression turned fierce. "I will destroy him"
"Blair, he’s not like Jenny. You can't socially destroy Chuck Bass"
"Who said anything about social destruction? I'm just going to destroy him. End of story."
Blair scanned the beach again; more to distract herself from her conversation than anything, but this time, instead of her eyes gliding carelessly from one beach bronzed body to another, her attention was caught by one guy in particular. And she wasn't the only one. Beside her, Serena sat up. "It looks like we have a winner" she said dryly, referring to their earlier game and lowering her sunglasses unabashedly to check this new boy out. He was tall, lean and tanned with long-ish, sun kissed blonde hair. He was defiantly, defiantly attractive. He glanced in her direction and, as their eyes met through her sunglasses, she found her mouth forming the kind of smirk that would make a certain Upper East Side playboy very proud.
Not, she reminded herself firmly, that she was interested in him to get revenge on Chuck for god-only-knows who he had been doing since she'd last seen him. She had far better plans up her sleeve for revenge on Chuck Bass. And it was most defiantly not because she wanted him to be jealous of her being in a new relationship; because wanting him to be jealous would mean admitting that she still cared enough to give a dam what he thought. It was a simple matter of self-preservation. Chuck would, at some point, show up to disrupt Blair’s peaceful holiday, and she required some kind of protection when he did. And this extremely attractive young man, who was now walking across the sand with a smile on his face that was directed right at her, was exactly what she needed.
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And, just for further reference...
Blair’s bikini: http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/31568
Serena’s one piece: http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/36180
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Read. Enjoy. Leave me comments so I know what you think! Because not only is it nice to know that someone is reading the story I put so much effort into, I also like to know how I can improve so the next part can be even better!
So, please? *bats eyelashes pleadingly*