"Chuck Bass does not sulk. I’m just debating my options.
Throw myself out window, fuck the maid, or get drunk.
Options. Options."
"I need water. Possibly vodka"
"“Got it bad,” I hear him mumble under his breath, and I decide Nate and I should no longer be friends for the rest of the night. He totally doesn’t get me."
“I’m a selfish bastard, ok?” I begin. Nice, Romeo. “But you’re also a selfish bitch.”
Her nostrils flare. This is not going well.
"“You did, too!” I’m fuming. “I can give you the play by play in case you forgot, but most women find me unforgettable!”
“Considering you’ve slept with everyone in Manhattan at least twice, I’m not surprised!” I sense Nate wanting to be anywhere but here. In Bosnia, maybe."
Gossip Girl,by Isabelle