Blair glanced around cautiously, stepping out of the limo. Her eardrums felt like they would explode at any moment after that God awful concert. If toi could even call it that. Emo, girl punk rock was definitely not her kind of music. Now, it was almost midnight, and Vanessa had dragged her to some building in the middle of nowhere for the after party.
"Are toi coming ou not?" Vanessa called, half way to the door.
"I thought toi a dit we were going to an after party?" Blair asked, annoyed.
Vanessa rolled her eyes, indicating the tall building before them. "This is the after party and it's in this building. We're here. suivant step is walking inside."
"You didn't tell me it was in...." Blair started, just as a car full of laughing guys threw a bière bottle out the window. It shattered only a few feet from her. She jumped wildly, ending up in the middle of the street. "...a dormitory!" She shouted, brushing off her outfit.
Vanessa tried to keep from laughing. "Are, um, toi okay?" She asked, trying to sound concerned. Being hit with a bottle might do her some good.
"No! toi want to know why I'm not okay? Because you've brought me to a frat house! That's why!" Blair shrieked, hand on her forehead. She could kill Vanessa for bringing her there. She was all set to tell her driver to just take her home, when she realized this was just the place she wanted to be. There had to be tons of guys inside, all college aged. They were basically hers for the picking.
"Look, I didn't it was at a dormitory, okay? Last time it was in this warehouse in Chinatown that was once used as a meat market. It changes every time. Why don't toi just go home? I'll catch a cab later." Vanessa said, turning towards the limo.
"No! It's not like we're in a third world country. This caught me par surprise is all. I'm okay with it now. Let's go inside." Blair said, walking past her into the building.
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"Uh huh." Blair commenté with a half smile, adjusting her necklace. She had been listening to this guy Adam rant and rave about the classes he would be taking in the Fall. She knew his entire schedule and morning routine. Could he be anymore pathetic?
She glanced behind Adam's shoulder when someone caught her eye. Six foot one, blond hair, blue eyes, and staring right at her. Perfect. "Hey, who's your friend?" The guy asked.
"Blair, my roommate, Cory. Cory, Blair." Adam said, moving one siège down.
Cory extended his hand, taking a seat. "Nice to meet you, Blair."
Adam quickly took the hint and slinked off elsewhere. Blair smiled at him, pretending to blush. He was actually quite attractive, though. "Do toi go to school here too?"
"Guilty as charged. There's no way toi go here. I would have noticed toi par now."
Blair leaned closer to him, finishing the last of her drink. "Well, I guess toi weren't looking closely enough, were you?" She asked.
"Guess not. Want another one of those?" Cory smiled.
"Yes, please." Blair answered. When he turned around, she quickly snapped a photo of him and sent it to Chuck, with a message attached for Serena. Oops. Honest mistake. It could happen to anyone.
Three drinks later, though it felt like six ou seven, they were on the dance floor, and she was letting him lead. She didn't even protest when his hand made its way subtly down her back and onto her ass. Then, as if in a haze, she agreed to see his room on the fifth floor and was being lead off of the elevator, past several onlookers in the crowded hallway.
"This is nice. Did toi decorate it yourself?" Blair asked as the door closed behind them. She turned, watching as Cory made his way over to the night stand. "I think I should find Vanessa."
"Who?" Cory asked, taking something out of a drawer and throwing it onto the bed.
"The girl I came with. She's probably wondering where I am." Blair answered, bumping right into one of the walls. She laughed, feeling Cory's body against her own, steadying her. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. The room's spinning for some reason."
She felt him lead her to lit and sit down beside her. "Try and relax. I think you've had a little too much to drink." Then he leaned over and kissed her cheek. "What are toi doing?"
"Kissing you." Cory responded, doing it again.
Blair turned away from him, feeling nauseous all of a sudden. "I really need to find Vanessa."
"Tell toi what? I'll go find her and bring her up here to get you. toi can rest here while I'm gone. Sound good?" Cory asked, stroking her hair.
Blair nodded and slowly lied back on one of the pillows, closing her eyes. She waited to hear the door close behind him, but the sound never came. Her eyes opened again and he was shirtless, hovering over her, in the process of unzipping his pants. "Wait, I thought toi were going to..." Blair started.
He laughed softly, running his hands down her sides. "You didn't really want me to go and get your friend. toi followed me up here."
"I..." Blair protested softly, but his lips were crushed against hers before she was able to finish. His tongue quickly made it's way down her throat, preventing her from breathing normally. She wanted to déplacer her legs, use her arms to push him off of her, even bite down on his bottom lip to make it stop, but her immobile body made all of that impossible. What was happening? Oh God. He slipped me something. She thought, frantically.
Her vision blurred as Cory's lips moved from her lips to her collarbone, and his hand started undoing the back of her shirt. After a few moments, she somehow worked up the strength to use her head and shoulder to sit up. "I have to go, I'm sorry. I can't..."
But he quickly pushed her back down, pinning her arms above her head. "Just lay back and enjoy yourself. I'll drive toi accueil later, if that's what you're worried about."
"I'm not enjoying this." Blair responded hoarsely, struggling against his strong hold. The grip on her wrists only became tighter. "Get off, you're hurting me..."
He didn't respond. The unreturned kisses got plus aggressive and she heard the sound of fabric ripping. It took a moment to register, until she noticed her underwear on the floor suivant to the bed. Her eyes remained focused on that spot. The last thing she wanted to do was look at him.
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suivant Chapter: Vanessa is put in a tough position when Blair refuses to rapporter her attack to the police.
"Are toi coming ou not?" Vanessa called, half way to the door.
"I thought toi a dit we were going to an after party?" Blair asked, annoyed.
Vanessa rolled her eyes, indicating the tall building before them. "This is the after party and it's in this building. We're here. suivant step is walking inside."
"You didn't tell me it was in...." Blair started, just as a car full of laughing guys threw a bière bottle out the window. It shattered only a few feet from her. She jumped wildly, ending up in the middle of the street. "...a dormitory!" She shouted, brushing off her outfit.
Vanessa tried to keep from laughing. "Are, um, toi okay?" She asked, trying to sound concerned. Being hit with a bottle might do her some good.
"No! toi want to know why I'm not okay? Because you've brought me to a frat house! That's why!" Blair shrieked, hand on her forehead. She could kill Vanessa for bringing her there. She was all set to tell her driver to just take her home, when she realized this was just the place she wanted to be. There had to be tons of guys inside, all college aged. They were basically hers for the picking.
"Look, I didn't it was at a dormitory, okay? Last time it was in this warehouse in Chinatown that was once used as a meat market. It changes every time. Why don't toi just go home? I'll catch a cab later." Vanessa said, turning towards the limo.
"No! It's not like we're in a third world country. This caught me par surprise is all. I'm okay with it now. Let's go inside." Blair said, walking past her into the building.
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"Uh huh." Blair commenté with a half smile, adjusting her necklace. She had been listening to this guy Adam rant and rave about the classes he would be taking in the Fall. She knew his entire schedule and morning routine. Could he be anymore pathetic?
She glanced behind Adam's shoulder when someone caught her eye. Six foot one, blond hair, blue eyes, and staring right at her. Perfect. "Hey, who's your friend?" The guy asked.
"Blair, my roommate, Cory. Cory, Blair." Adam said, moving one siège down.
Cory extended his hand, taking a seat. "Nice to meet you, Blair."
Adam quickly took the hint and slinked off elsewhere. Blair smiled at him, pretending to blush. He was actually quite attractive, though. "Do toi go to school here too?"
"Guilty as charged. There's no way toi go here. I would have noticed toi par now."
Blair leaned closer to him, finishing the last of her drink. "Well, I guess toi weren't looking closely enough, were you?" She asked.
"Guess not. Want another one of those?" Cory smiled.
"Yes, please." Blair answered. When he turned around, she quickly snapped a photo of him and sent it to Chuck, with a message attached for Serena. Oops. Honest mistake. It could happen to anyone.
Three drinks later, though it felt like six ou seven, they were on the dance floor, and she was letting him lead. She didn't even protest when his hand made its way subtly down her back and onto her ass. Then, as if in a haze, she agreed to see his room on the fifth floor and was being lead off of the elevator, past several onlookers in the crowded hallway.
"This is nice. Did toi decorate it yourself?" Blair asked as the door closed behind them. She turned, watching as Cory made his way over to the night stand. "I think I should find Vanessa."
"Who?" Cory asked, taking something out of a drawer and throwing it onto the bed.
"The girl I came with. She's probably wondering where I am." Blair answered, bumping right into one of the walls. She laughed, feeling Cory's body against her own, steadying her. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. The room's spinning for some reason."
She felt him lead her to lit and sit down beside her. "Try and relax. I think you've had a little too much to drink." Then he leaned over and kissed her cheek. "What are toi doing?"
"Kissing you." Cory responded, doing it again.
Blair turned away from him, feeling nauseous all of a sudden. "I really need to find Vanessa."
"Tell toi what? I'll go find her and bring her up here to get you. toi can rest here while I'm gone. Sound good?" Cory asked, stroking her hair.
Blair nodded and slowly lied back on one of the pillows, closing her eyes. She waited to hear the door close behind him, but the sound never came. Her eyes opened again and he was shirtless, hovering over her, in the process of unzipping his pants. "Wait, I thought toi were going to..." Blair started.
He laughed softly, running his hands down her sides. "You didn't really want me to go and get your friend. toi followed me up here."
"I..." Blair protested softly, but his lips were crushed against hers before she was able to finish. His tongue quickly made it's way down her throat, preventing her from breathing normally. She wanted to déplacer her legs, use her arms to push him off of her, even bite down on his bottom lip to make it stop, but her immobile body made all of that impossible. What was happening? Oh God. He slipped me something. She thought, frantically.
Her vision blurred as Cory's lips moved from her lips to her collarbone, and his hand started undoing the back of her shirt. After a few moments, she somehow worked up the strength to use her head and shoulder to sit up. "I have to go, I'm sorry. I can't..."
But he quickly pushed her back down, pinning her arms above her head. "Just lay back and enjoy yourself. I'll drive toi accueil later, if that's what you're worried about."
"I'm not enjoying this." Blair responded hoarsely, struggling against his strong hold. The grip on her wrists only became tighter. "Get off, you're hurting me..."
He didn't respond. The unreturned kisses got plus aggressive and she heard the sound of fabric ripping. It took a moment to register, until she noticed her underwear on the floor suivant to the bed. Her eyes remained focused on that spot. The last thing she wanted to do was look at him.
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suivant Chapter: Vanessa is put in a tough position when Blair refuses to rapporter her attack to the police.
