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chapter twenty-six. there might be blood
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Spotted at Mood, Jenny Humphrey buying 16 yards of tulle but since when does Eleanor Waldorf pay for her purchases with a penny jar? They say a stitch in time saves nine. Will it save Little J?
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VANESSA ABRAMS DIDN'T know how to process all of the information that Victoria unloaded to her about her desire of wanting to rekindle her relationship with Nate. In all honesty, Vanessa never thought that Victoria would be trying for yet the third time with the Archibald after things ended before the summer and how he pushed her away after it. But the thing was, Nate wasn't pushing her away anymore, he was pulling her close and he was trying his best to have such a tight grip on her that she wouldn't go. He even did it in his sleep.
Nate would creep into her room, slide into the empty space in her bed and cradle her within his arms. When morning came made sure he woke before anyone else did in the Humphrey loft. He needed to look like he spent the entirety of the night on the couch rather than sniffing the vanilla shampoo that clung onto the locks of Victoria Humphrey's hair. They both felt it was for the better if no one knew about their late night activities or their secret affection to one another because it was risky being underneath the same roof of someone you have the interest of dating.
It was rather difficult, trying to act as though things hadn't changed, that the tension hadn't disappeared and that Victoria and Nate were more than happy to be in each other's company. Victoria had to act on her affectionate urges when no one was home ( which was rare ). Since Jenny quit Eleanor Waldorf's and no one knew the true reason as to why she wasn't leaving out the front door, it had been rather difficult for Nate to wrap his arms around Victoria and attack her neck with kisses.
Victoria and Nate wasn't defined, which was odd given the intimate details that was given to Vanessa by the Humphrey. Vanessa's brows raised as she rested against the counter where Victoria sat on the other side, choosing to not have worked but yet still showed up to the gallery to gush about her time with the Archibald to her best friend ( who wasn't happy ).
"So, what is this now?" Vanessa queried as her head tilted to the side. "Part three of you and golden boy?" She spitefully quipped causing for Victoria's smile to falter.
"This time feels different." Victoria exclaimed as her eyes followed after the brown-skinned girl, who hurried around the space of the cafe when customers needed serving. "I am not saying that in some stupid lovey girl cliche way. I mean it. Nate, he. . .uh, he looks at me differently. There's like this light in his eyes that he doesn't seem to be able to control even when other people are in the room. It all makes me feel. . .safe."
