Gossip Girl: The Games We Play (VI)

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Previously on Gossip Girl:
The Games We Play (I)



"I missed that about my past relationship, if nothing else. The comfort of taking each other for granted. Not having to worry if you look fat or if your hair is messy or the color of your shirt is nice. Sometimes the heroic effort to arrange and rearrange and coax and prop yourself up, to work out and dress up seemed just silly, you wish …

But … there was this man I must talk to, and talk to in a way that is charming, provocative, piquant, interesting"

Brrrrr ... It's a cold rainy summer Upper East Siders. I know the constant drizzle has dampened your spirits, but I'm hoping this little piece of gossip will warm you up.

While most of us take refuge in front of a fireplace, word is our favorite it-girl found warmth in the company of a stranger. I hear Kane is having foreign relations with a handsome blogger. We all know love has been rather elusive, but just how desperate can Lonely Boy get? Online romance? What are you K, sixteen? 

It started out innocently at first. A simple comment which led to small talk. In his stories, Jericho comes across as obnoxious, arrogant, at times condescending and I always thought we probably had little in common.

"I never knew you read my stories," I told him.

"Are you kidding? Of course I do," he said. "I wanted to comment a lot of times pero ang dami ng nagpapapansin sa iyo."

"Come on J. It's not like that," I protested. "People just want to share their thoughts."

"Oh. Hahaha. I guess I'm speaking for my shallow self," he replied, laughing. "I comment to get attention. Hahaha. Wait, I had to check if I wrote shallow, and not swallow."

"Gago. You're a bad boy," I said. *grins*

"Why are you grinning? If I'm so bad, punish me, then," J said.

"It looks like someone needs to teach you a lesson."

"Oh please, instruct me in thy ways."

"Hahaha. You're badddd. You're such a tease," I said. I was shaking my head, amazed at this guy's shameless boldness. I was thoroughly enjoying our banter and my curiosity was piqued.

"I have a question," J suddenly said.

"Tell you what," I said, laying a bait. "How about this … one drink, one question."

Spotted: One Black Widow spinning a giant web. But careful K. This fly might just be leading you into a Venus trap. We hear your prey has a lot of history. And not a very pretty one either.

"Ahhh, but I don't drink. Not even sodas. I don't smoke either," Jericho responded. "But I can watch you drink. And bring you home when you get drunk." *grins*

"My mother said I shouldn't go home with strangers," I said, pretending to be miffed. "And what? You don't drink? You're a party pooper. That's a deal breaker."

"I wasn't aware we were already negotiating a deal," he replied. 

"Ahhh … if you weren't J, then maybe you're not the guy I thought you were," I said. "That's too bad. Cause I've got no time for pussies."

They say flirting is just a harmless game. But in all my years of growing up, I've learned that an innocent play can lead to deadly consequences. The real question is: can little J outwit our Queen Bee?

Anyone wants to start a bidding on what happens next? Going once, going twice.







XOXO

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