This is Me
Chapter One: Mundane Morning
Chuck Bass stared at his reflection in the mirror. Today was not his best day but he looked good for someone who had spent the previous night drinking his way through the streets of New York. But there was something missing from his appearance. This was an item that had been missing from Chuck's life for many years.
A true smile.
Yet the devilish beautiful boy had learned to live without all of that bull. So he dressed himself as he had done everyday. He wrapped his signature scarf around his neck and set his face into a nice glare before walking out of his hotel room. As he closed his door he found a familiar face in the hallway. Bart Bass stood in the hallway of his hotel with his back to his son.
He was speaking to a man Chuck had never met before. The man stopped talking when he saw Chuck arrive, and Bart turned around to face his only son.
"Good morning sir," said Chuck in a monotone.
Bart's eyes were in Chuck's direction, but the 17-year-old could tell that his father was not looking at him, but past him. "Why aren't you in school?" His father's voice was unusually cold this morning.
Chuck gave him a dull expression. "I like to make an entrance to be remembered, you understand that well." He let the back door compliment dangle in mid air as he waited for his dad's reply.
Mr. Bass seemed not to notice that his son had just given him a compliment. "I do not have time for this idiocy to day Charles, get yourself to school, it is a wonder I waste so much money on you. Education my ass."
The boy swallowed and walked away from the two men without acknowledging the man who had talked to his face. Instead he fixed his eyes into a dull gaze and his mouth into a bored expression, he was ready to face whatever the hell the world threw at his face.
His feet guided him to the elevator and his index finger mundanely pushed the button. A ding sounded his mind to board the elevator another ding sounded his departure. His driver, Ed Davis, was waiting for him outside.
"And how are we today sir?" Ed asked as he opened the door for Chuck.
"The same as most mornings," Chuck groaned.
Ed knew it was not his place to pry into his employer's personal life but maybe he should. "Is anything wrong sir?"
Chuck shifted in his seat in the back of the limo and turned to the window. Outside there was a world of people. They were going about their lives happily. Their cheeks were flushed with feelings. Chuck could see the joy, happiness, sadness, and anger, which radiated from their bodies.
He wanted it too. He needed it desperately. Chuck tried to grab it in the form of drinks; he tried clutched it as money, and attempted to grope it as women. For those moments, however brief, however fake, he could believe that he too was happy. So yes, there was something wrong with Chuck, but it was no different than what affected him every morning of every day.
"Just drive." Chuck's command closed the driver's lips and in moments Chuck was off to school. It was just another activity in the list of his daily routine. He had already decided that, since this was the first day, he would show up, but he would ditch after fifth period and head to the nearest bar.
As Chuck imagined all the single, stupid, sluty, girls he would find at the bars that night, he had no idea that this day would change his life forever. And the new girl, Blair Waldorf, who watched the beautiful black limo zoom by as she walked to school, had no idea that her life was about to change too.