TIRED
A/N: Just to clear things up, Chapter 2 happened after Chapter 1, sorry if I did not make that clear enough. This chapter is what Nate does after Chapter 1. Extra bits of information: Jenny is living with Agnes in Brooklyn. I'm not sure that Agnes really does live in Brooklyn but for the purpose of my fan fiction let's just say that she does. Nate is living at the Van-der- Bass house, having moved out of the Humphrey Lounge after the fashion show fiasco. AGAIN Nate just looked at Vanessa, her question ringing in his ear, relentless. He had no answer for her as he'd had no answer for himself when the same question had gone over in his head over and over again. "Get back to me when you figure it out," Vanessa said, her voice defeated but unsurprised. As she went back to work, Nate just stood there wishing he could give her an answer. Nate walked away after a while, his mind in complete turmoil. God, he hated himself, how could he hurt her again and again? What the fuck was wrong with him? She was so good, so beautiful, so understanding, and so absolutely perfect. She'd always made everything better for him and now without her it was like he could physically feel every single one of his problems come to the forefront of his mind, and torture him mercilessly. He didn't know how much more of this he could take? In his preoccupied state, he bumped into someone. "Oof, watch where you're going." He looked at the source of the voice, apologizing. He stopped mid-apology, when he realized it was Jenny. "Oh, Nate, Hi!" She smiled, looking directly into his eyes. He looked back at the girl who he'd successfully managed to avoid for a week. He honestly didn't know what to say to her. "Erm... hi Jenny." He figured hello was a decent start. Images of Vanessa flashed through his mind and he decided that the truth would have to be good enough for Jenny. "Jenny, what happened after the fashion show was a mistake. I don't know why I did it, but I wish I could take it back." "I'm that bad a kisser, huh?" Jenny joked trying to lighten the mood. She managed to get a small but sad smile out of Nate. "I'm sorry, I feel terrible. I led you on and I hurt Vanessa again," Nate whispered, his eyes glazing over as he uttered Vanessa's name. Jenny felt like screaming, she really did. She liked Nate, more than she'd ever liked a guy before. She had hoped that kiss had meant he liked her too. She should've known that Vanessa would come first. As far as she was concerned, Nate and Vanessa never had had a chance; why else would Nate have sought the company of other women? Vanessa was obviously not enough for him, and Jenny was confident that she was. She wanted Nate. And she was Jenny Humphrey, after all, completely ready to do whatever it took to get what she wanted. It seemed that fate was with her she thought, as she recognized a Constance girl a little way behind Nate. The Constance girl in question was Jennifer Stiles, one of Jenny's ex-classmates. She watched Nate and Jenny intently, her phone at the ready in case something were to happen. Jenny spoke, snapping Nate out of his Vanessa induced stupor. "You're forgiven, but I think you owe me some compensation." Nate raised an eyebrow in question. "I'm thinking make-up hug," Jenny elaborated, smiling. Nate shrugged, pleased that she wasn't upset and hadn't sworn revenge. He had only recently discovered that Blair-type schemer girls weren't as common out of the UES. Jenny put her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She held on to him tightly and for a little longer than was necessary. She smiled in satisfaction as she saw the flash of a camera phone out of the corner of her eye. The blonde Brooklynite released Nate reluctantly. "I'm glad we're cool Jenny." "Yeah,"she replied, "Cool." Nate walked away from Jenny, pleased he'd done something right. He continued to pathetically drift through Brooklyn. He felt connected to Vanessa while he was here and he was unwilling to go back to the Upper East Side. His thoughts were halted momentarily as his pocket vibrated. It was a text from Chuck: Where r u? We have 2 tlk now. C 365 Hester Rd, Brooklyn outside Simone's eatery. N Pick u up in 5. C Nate stared blankly at Chuck's text, he couldn't for the life of him figure out what was so urgent that they had to meet now. And how on earth was Chuck going to get to Brooklyn from the UES in 5 minutes? By some sort of miracle, the younger Bass's limo pulled up beside Nate in four minutes flat. Chuck opened the door of his limo and watched as Nate got in, shutting the door behind him. "Where to Mr. Bass?" the driver asked. "Nowhere in particular, just drive Patrick." "Chuck, what's this about?" Nate voiced his puzzlement. Chuck didn't reply but instead got out his cell phone and passed it along to Nate. Looking at the picture of him and Jenny, on the Gossip Girl page, Nate felt his stomach drop. His insides twisted as he read the caption. Shit, Had Vanessa seen this? What would she think? This had, by no means helped his situation. "Vanessa's seen it." Chuck answered his unasked question. The multiple questions that were running through his mind must have been reflected in his face because Chuck went on to explain, "I was just with her." Nate just stared for a couple of seconds unsure as to whether his best friend was being serious. "I went to look for you at the cafe where Vanessa works and we both got the Gossip Girl memo." "How did she react?" Nate asked, dreading the answer. He would obviously be upset if it'd caused her pain but it would be so much worse if she'd been indifferent about it. It was increasingly looking like a lose-lose situation. "How do you think Nathanial?" Chuck scoffed, "You kicked her in the gut again." Nate had half a mind to laugh, this was fucking ridiculous. Chuck Bass was judging him! "Chuck, for fucks sake, do yourself a favor and cut the crap. You know as well as I do that you couldn't give a shit about Vanessa. What game are you playing this time?" Chuck wasn't offended but that sure as hell didn't mean he wasn't angry. Who did Nathanial think he was? Acting like he was an innocent in this situation. Bullshit! Chuck Bass had done more 'bad' than 'good', he would happily admit to that. But he also knew that Nate Archibald was most definitely nowhere near as saintly as he was making himself out to be. "Let me remind you, Nathanial that I wasn't the one who cheated on my girlfriend with one of her best friends. And, I was the one there with her after you did something idiotic again." Both guys were breathing fast, their expressions infuriated. Nate glared at Chuck, his fist itching to make contact with the other boys face. But Chuck's words caused a part of him to hesitate. He'd screwed up again (through no fault of his own this time) and Chuck, of all people, had been the one to take care of Vanessa. It made him sick to think about it. "Do you have any idea, how hurt she was? Do you honestly care about her?" The unexpected questions winded Nate. He just stared ahead in silence, unable to comprehend the genuineness that he had just heard from Chuck Bass. "Of course I do. She means the world to me." He whispered after a while. He needed her just as he needed air to breathe. He needed her to make him smile and laugh. But above all he wanted her, God he wanted her so bad. Somehow, Nate preferred the anger in Chuck's eyes rather than this newfound pity. "Where is she?" Nate questioned. "Look, she doesn't need this Nate." Chuck responded firmly. "I think I'll be the one to judge that," Nate warned. "Where is she? I've got to speak to her." Chuck made no attempt to answer. For once he was going to do the right thing and not help Nate break Vanessa's heart all over again. "You're crossing the line man; just tell me where she is!" Nate hissed, his anger coming to the surface again. Nate thought about punching his best friend but instead told Patrick to pull over and got out of the limo, slamming the limo door forcefully. Of all the days, why did Chuck have to choose today to grow a conscience? For once roles were reversed. And Nate didn't feel all too happy about it. "Mr. Archibald is such an angry young man these days," Patrick expressed his opinion. "He's a screw up, Patrick," Chuck retorted,devoutly hoping that Nathanial wouldn't do something he'd regret. A/N: So WHAT DO YOU THINK? Reviews mean faster updates.
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