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chapter thirty-three. carnal knowledge
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While Upper East Siders are hitting the snooze button Blair Waldorf had a rude awakening when the rooster crowed at dawn this morning.
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LIMITATION HAD BEEN faced for Victoria the moment her elbow was fractured. She couldn't paint, she couldn't write nor could she sketch. With the one arm she could not be bothered to even put in her contacts. Nate always loved seeing her with her glasses, loving how they sat upon the bridge of her nose and when they slid down how she would push them back up with the index of her finger. When she had stepped out of the loft he had yet smiled at the cuteness he thought she was, and even cracked a smile before he had been given her bag. The weight of it had nearly tipped him over as he didn't expect it to be so heavy.
Victoria was deeply amused at the widened eyes of her boyfriend, and the slight wobble that made her only grateful that she was to not be lugging her school bag on her shoulder for the entirety of the day. "What is in there?" Nate quizzed as he juggled the weight of the bag to begin to guess what were the contents of his girlfriend's bag. "Rocks? Bricks?"
Nathaniel had taken a peek into the bag as Victoria only listed the items. "Just a couple books and my laptop." She told before she gestured towards her bent elbow within the cast. "I can't write." The only thing she was capable of doing was typing the keyboard on her laptop, even that was at a slow pace.
"God," Nate groaned as he swung her bag onto his shoulder. "it weighs a ton."
Victoria's eyes rolled at the complaints from her boyfriend, before she held out a waffle she had swiped from the kitchen as a token of her gratitude. "Here. Stop complaining."
Nate's features lifted, a smile formed upon his lips and his eyes brightened the moment food had been waved in front of his face. "Thanks."
But before he had the chance to nibble away at Rufus Humphrey's tasteful waffle, his cellphone had chimed and disrupted his focus. He tugged his phone out of the pocket of his jacket to stare at the caller ID. Was it someone he was going to ignore? Or was it someone he had to answer to. "Who is it?" Victoria quizzed.
"Chuck." Nate would've ignored the call from the Bass, but with him continuing to deal with the loss of his father, and the way his uncle had acted nights ago he thought it was better to answer.
"Jolly." Victoria grumbled.
The sarcasm which was laced in her tone had caused for Nate's frown. One thing he had wanted was for Victoria and Chuck to be getting along. His best friend and his girlfriend. "I thought you guys were getting along. . ."
