Gossip Girl (Book Three)

Fourteen

I was laying down on Chuck's bed flipping through my magazine. I feel like a point needs to be made. A...if I don't get any, you don't get any, point. I should make the point loud...and sexual. "Oh, God! Oh, God. Chuck! Yes! That's it! God. Yes! Oh, don't stop! God, Chuck! Oh, God, that's it! Yeah! Oh! God, yes! Chuck! Don't stop! Oh, God! Yes! Yes! God, Chuck! God, Chuck! Yes! Oh, God, Chuck! Yes, right there!" I looked up to see Serena standing in the doorway. "Oh!" I paused briefly, smirking at her. "Haven't you heard of knocking?"

"I did knock, but you didn't hear me. We heard you, though."

"I'm sorry. Was it awkward?"

"Are you trying to prove some kind of point?"

"Yes. But I shouldn't have to. I'm just glad I got Chuck's couch scotchgarded. Now if you'll excuse me, Louis Vuitton is doing metallic booties for spring." I looked back at my magazine.

I heard the door shut and Serena sat down behind my head, criss-cross. "Lena."

"Serena."

Serena moved the pillow behind me onto her lap and patting it. "Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."

I let out a deep breath, laying back onto the pillow. "Chuck and I aren't connecting right now."

"You mean..."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Not just like that. But thanks so much for the constant reminder."

"Sorry."

"He's shutting me out. In his head all the time. Normally, I'd chalk it up to just him being him. But last week he went through something, and I just want him to be able to talk to me."

Serena was rubbing my head. "Well, how do you usually pull these things out of him?"

I scoffed. "Pretty much what you just heard, hence fashion magazine." I lightly shook my head. "I've tried all my tricks. He's not interested. I just wanna make him feel better. Every time I think I talked some sense into him about not shutting me out, he takes a giant step back."

The door opened getting our attention as Nate peaked his head through. "Everybody decent in here?" Nate looked over to the dresser. "Oh, hey. Ah. Got it." He picked up Chuck's phone before trying to leave.

"What are you doing?" I asked stopping him.

"Um, my phone's dead. I was gonna use Chuck's." Nate said with no logic in that statement.

"There's a phone in the living room." I stated.

Nate hesitated slightly. "I know. I wanted to check a tweet."

"Wait. Wait, Chuck asked you to grab his phone when he called, didn't he?" Serena asked.

"Chuck called?" I asked.

"No. I mean, yeah, he called. But he just wanted me to put his phone in his briefcase so he doesn't forget it. That's it." Nate said and I couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, God. I've never dated that." I stated.

"What?" Serena asked.

"Someone who's a horrible liar. I've never done that! So much easier. Chuck didn't want me to see his phone." I held out my hand. "Hand it over, Archibald."

Nate paused for a moment trying to come up with another excuse. "Nate." Serena said, making Nate sigh, giving me the phone.

I looked through Chuck's phone seeing a different number on it. "There's half a dozen calls from a number I've never seen and a message." I sighed.