CHAPTER 1

Disclaimer : I own nothing affiliated with Gossip Girl. But this idea is my own.

Note: This also based off the show. I don't read the books.

Dear Mr. Charles Bass,

Due to the recent appointment of our new St. Jude's and Constance Billard counselor, you have been one of the six selected to participate in an eight week experiment. In these eight weeks you will be put into an apartment with five other individuals and your behavior will be studied and monitored. We have already cleared this experiment with your parent/guardian and so it is not a request but a requirement. During this time you will be exempt from all classes and tests and will not have to make any of the work up. We look forward to your participation in our experiment. Be at the address enclosed at noon on Saturday. Thank you,

Justine Clark

St. Jude & Constance Billard Counselor

Chuck Bass stood outside an apartment building that looked near deserted but still upscale. He sighed as he adjusted his trademark scarf; he couldn't believe his father had agreed to this. Locking him away for two months, no contact except for an email a week to one person and the other five people who were going to be there; he didn't even know who those five people were, but he knew that he probably was not going to enjoy this.

It was 12:10pm and he was late, but still he stepped into the foyer. He saw no one around but he could hear muffled voices coming from a room a little ways down. None of them sounded too happy so that made him even more wary of walking into that room. But still he started for it and when he stepped in the door way he groaned, but before he could say anything a voice rang out.

"You have got to be kidding me," Dan Humphrey said loudly as he got off the couch he had been sitting on, "you're the sixth?"

"No I just strolled by and decided to see who lived here," he said sarcastically, "of course I'm the sixth you idiot."

"Hey," Serena van der Woodsen said standing next to her boyfriend, "Chuck if we have to deal with you for the next eight weeks can you please try not to act like a jerk."

He rolled his eyes and looked past her, trying to see who else was here. His face paled slightly when he saw the other three people in the room. Every single person in it hated him. Dan Humphrey, Serena van der Woodsen, Blair Waldorf, Nate Archibald, and Jenny Humphrey…each one had a problem with him, and he suddenly knew this was going to be an interesting two months.

Before any more words could be exchanged a screen lowered from the ceiling and a woman in her mid thirties appeared on it.

"Hello all of you, since everyone is here, you may take your seats," grudgingly Chuck obeyed.

"I am Justine Clark, as you may have guessed by now. You are six individuals whose chemistry together we have already studied and we've decided to test your stability under extreme circumstances. For example, the sleeping arrangements; there are six of you and only three beds, and everyone must have a bed, so you have to share. We will give you directions each morning and you must follow them unless instructed otherwise. Every morning a fresh pair of day clothes will be delivered, and every night fresh night wear. Every week food will be delivered. Fail to follow any of these instructions and the outcome will not be pleasant. There are no locks on any of the doors, except for the room you are in now but this is only for meetings, so some communication will have to be established. We will be watching every move, but if you wish to conduct yourself in an inappropriate school manner that is fine within these walls, for this is purely research and we promise not to release any of the tapes unless it is to certified psychologists. The rest of your day's instructions will arrive shortly, good luck and have fun."

The screen rose back into the ceiling and silence hung in the room.

"Well this is bullshit," Chuck said standing up from the couch.

"You can't walk out," Jenny said quietly, "can you?"

"You might not be able to Little Humphrey, but I can," he said starting for the door when a man appeared at it.

"You will not be leaving Mr. Bass," he said curtly, "you will be following these instructions," he said as he handed a folded up piece of paper and walked out of the room closing the doors and locking them.

Chuck rolled his eyes once again and turned back to the group.

"Well we might as well cooperate so this gets over sooner," Blair said, irritated speaking for the first time, "what do the instructions say?"

Chuck unfolded it and read the first couple of lines "ask and answer these ten questions/explanations out loud. First question: tell what you think of each person in this room."

This is going to take a while, he thought as he went over to where he had been seated before.