Preview 1 - #2 CB confrontation
"What, Chuck? What could you possibly have to say to me that wouldn't have me hurling you out onto the street and never speaking to you again? Everything you've ever told me has been a pack of lies."
"That's not true," he said urgently, stepping forward and trying to grab her hands even as she ripped them away. "Those things I said at the wedding, I meant them. Every single one."
"You meant those just as much as you meant that ridiculous statement that you had butterflies for me the night after you took my virginity," she spat.
"I meant that too," he insisted.
She scoffed and looked away, unconvinced.
"You can't deny that, Blair. I'm one of the proudest, most arrogant people you've ever met. Admitting I had romantic feelings for a girl was taking a huge risk with damaging my reputation. I wouldn't have taken it if I didn't want you so badly I'd even risk losing my best friend if he caught us running around behind his back."
Everything he was saying was a lie. She couldn't stand it. She wanted to scream.
"Save your breath, Chuck. The only truthful thing you've ever said to me since this thing between you and me started was that I was a sweaty, old ridden horse that had only been appealing as an untouched virgin."
"I was pissed as hell," he ground out. "I'd been fighting for you so hard, and all I got in return was losing my best friend. Then you only came to me as your last resort. How do you think that felt? I thought you were getting what you deserved!"
"Stop trying to convince me you have a heart when you clearly don't. As far as I'm concerned, all of this was just a game to you, and one I was stupid enough to fall victim to."
"Well I won't react to it the way I did the first time. I won't mope around and cry all day and all night because of how devastated I am by what you've done to me. You're going to pay for trading me in for some nameless interior designer. And it won't just be me threatening to never speak to you again. It'll be much, much worse."
His eyes widened and then narrowed. "You can't touch me," he said matter-of-factly, switching gears. "Like you said, I have no heart."
"No, but you have an ego. A big one. Your reputation as the notorious womanizer has been firmly intact since the 8th grade, and oh, there is that little issue with your father never giving you the time of day, isn't there?" she taunted.
His jaw dropped.
"I'm going to make you wish you never messed around with Blair Waldorf. What you have now is going to look like a fucking picnic by the time I'm done with you."
He scoffed. "You won't win. I always win."
She smiled in the way that scared the hell out of anyone who didn't measure up and who rightfully knew they were about to be destroyed.
"We'll see about that."