#283.
Yeah. I don't know who are, or who you think you are for a matter of fact, but you have no right to do that to one of my closest friends. Even after all of the sweet things he's done for you. He really likes you, are you too fucking stupid to see? Last night, you broke him so hard. He's one of the nicest guys I know, but last night, your ignorant actions sent him spiraling into a frenzy. You promise him a date, take his number but don't give him yours.

He waited for you hours. Waiting for a call, even a text would have done the job, you didn't even give him an excuse. If you saw how broken he was last night, you'll have realised what a stupid bitch you are. If you didn't want him to begin with, why make promises that give him false hope? I know why. Because you're fucking stupid.

But like he says. If you're going to be like that then you don't fucking deserve a nice guy like him. He would have done anything for you. One girl's loss, another girl's gain.


Hello, Chuck Bass. You said it.

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