A Fairytale Of New York {Gossip Girl}

Chapter 8~ Boy Drama.

~New York City~

Since B told me to, in her words, "back off and leave my boyfriend alone" I have done as she said. Avoiding Nate wasn't easy because he is so friendly and nice to be around. When I saw him in the street, I would pretend to be on my phone, pretend to be listening to music or cross the road so I don't have to be near him. I was feeling like such a bad person for it because he looked hurt when I avoided him, even though he barely knew me. But I guess it's all I can do to avoid the wrath of Queen B.

Serena is nice though, really nice. I've been hanging with her in between school and at school. Dan is great too. I met his little sister for the first time the other day. She's really sweet and pretty. I think that she might be trying a bit too hard to be popular though; after all she is still young. Serena is my main friend out of the people I've met. She invites me to parties, comes round to my room and goes out drinking with me. Honestly, she's better than any of the friends I had back in England. When we go shopping, she always tells me I look amazing to persuade me to buy the clothes. I'd never been told that I looked amazing before that- I was always just ignored. It gets hard being on my own after a while.

"Hey daydreamer!" Nate walked up to me in the park and sat on the bench with me. I turned my head slowly, to peek at him subtly. He'd been running- it was clear to see by the thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. As if he sensed me looking at him, he smiled widely showing off his perfect teeth.

"Oh, hi Nate. Didn't see you there." I smiled, being as polite as possible but not too friendly. He frowned slightly and looked deep into my eyes. I instantly felt guilty. He had probably guessed that I'd been avoiding him of late.

"Look, what Blair said, she doesn't mean it. You don't have to avoid me all the time." He raised his eyebrows and continued to stare at me.

"I just don't want to cause trouble. I'd hate to break up your relationship." My words were careful yet got the point across. I wasn't a home wrecker.

"Look, I understand. I want to be friends with you. If Blair can't understand that, she is stupid." He looked at me and it felt like he was looking deep into my soul. Then he smiled, the perfect smile that forced my lips to turn upwards and my own mouth to form a smile.

"Okay, well how about you come back to my place, I get changed and we go for a run? I've always wanted to get fit. You'd be the perfect trainer! What do you think?" I was hopeful, he could say no as easily as he could say yes.

"Why not? Sounds fun to me! I'd be flattered to help in all honesty, it gives me something productive to do that doesn't involve Chuck or Blair!" He stood up and smiled. His arm reached down to pull me up, his muscles flexing under my weight. "Let's go!"

We walked back to the hotel chatting about the small things; favourite colour, opinion of sport, England, America, parties- you know, the normal stuff. Then, when we reached the hotel, he waited downstairs for me to change. I got into the lift and waited. My phone beeped at me expectantly, telling me there was a new update for me to see.

'Looks like Nate can cope without Blair all of the time, but can Blair cope with him and another girl? Newbie better watch out, she's on thin ice! xoxo Gossip Girl' attached to the comment was a picture of me and Nate smiling at each other in the park. My cheeks flushed. From this picture, we don't look like just friends. Looks like me and Nate are in a bit of trouble. Would going for a run with him be suitable? I mean, I don't want to die tomorrow. If I let him down, Nate will hate me forever. I can't do that! Looks like this fitness bet is still on after all.

I changed into some black sports leggings and a black sports vest, tied my hair up in a high ponytail and pulled on my trainers. With the addition of a plain black headband and hoodie, I was ready to go. Locking my door behind me, I went towards the lift. Would Nate even still be waiting? What must he think, after all he's the one in a relationship! A ding notified me that the lift had arrived. I stepped inside, looking at my phone. The doors closed and I looked up. There stood a guy, with dark hair and amazing facial structure. His eyes were full of mystery and teased me, asking me to explain myself. Chuck Bass was a difficult person to understand.

"Nate then? I didn't have you down as the type to go for other people's boyfriends." He raised an eyebrow at me in a judging manner. I couldn't stop the blush that had risen in my cheeks. "How adorable, you're blushing." His tone was heavily sarcastic and made me even more embarrassed.

"I don't like Nate, not in that way anyway! He's going to train me up so that I can get fit for the summer. That's what friends do." I emphasised the word friends to make it clear that was all we were. If Chuck believed me, maybe other people would. I could tell that he was doubtful still. If I had been in his position, I would have probably assumed the same thing.

"That's where you're going now right? Out with Nate?" He questioned, clearly looking at my clothes to come to a conclusion. I nodded plainly. "Is Nate waiting for you too then?" Once again my head bobbed in a nod, responding to his question. He sucked in a breath and looked at me, his head at a slight angle. I stared back, my eyes wide.

"I could train you, it would cause less commotion and you'd live longer. B really won't be happy to see that you're sniffing around her boy. She gets funny anyway." He seemed genuine but I wasn't up for it. Nate is a friend, Chuck is... Chuck.

"No thanks Chuck, thanks for the offer though. If Nate takes back his offer, I'll let you know and I'll consider yours. Do you even do sport? I've never seen you jogging?" It was my turn to look at him, quizzical of his offer. It was true, I'd never seen him doing sport. Nate was always out running or doing exercise so was the obvious choice for a trainer.

"Jogging isn't my kind of sport. I prefer a nice sport that takes place in a bed..." He winked at me, a smirk evident on his face.

"You are such a pig!" I was disgusted at him. How degrading can he be? Just in time, the door pinged open. "Good day to you." I snarled at him as I stepped out. It was clear to me now that I'd never take part in any form of sport with Chuck. He is too disgusting for it!

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Hello guys!
Once again I have failed to update for ages. I've tried to make this chapter longer to make up for the time it took me to write it. Who are you shipping? Cheleanor or Neleanor? I'm bad with ship names, if you think of any better ones let me know- I'd be grateful! Please enjoy this chapter, I'll attempt to get another on the way fairly soon.
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