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Prologue
Blair returned to school on a chilly September morning, dreading the prospect of seeing the boy that had dominated her thoughts since the commencement of their relationship at Christmas last year. She had not gone for Chuck Bass, because he was a well-behaved boy who when could introduce to mummy and daddy with no fear for the consequences. No, she knew full well that the feeling of spontaneous combustion she got every time they touched did not mean that he was 'Mr Nice Guy'. Their relationship had not been boring, she could say that for them, but nor had it been comfortable. They had burned their way through their time together and it had been unparalleled.
She had known though, when he had collapsed at a party they were out because of whatever he had put up his nose. Yes, she had known then, when she was holding his hand in hospital that enough was enough. She had felt like she was losing herself to this destructive, but irresistible boy. So she had seen him home the next morning and she had told him that their secret (for the whole thing was completely unknown to their friends) was over. Now they faced the prospect of one last year together, a year that involved applying to possibly the toughest universities in the world to gain places at. For, she had not forgotten their trip to Oxford, though the night in the hotel room was perhaps more vivid than the town's architecture, in her mind and she fully intended to be there this time next year.
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Chuck saw her as she got off the tube at their stop; her figure was easily recognisable to him despite the striped blazer that was worn by all the girls surrounding him. He felt, probably for the first time on a Monday morning, clear headed. He had stopped himself from doing any more by way of narcotics after she had told him, pale faced and trembling, that she could not do it anymore. Oh, the temptation in those last weeks of the summer holiday had been extreme, but he had known that she was right on one level. He had thought and he had realised that what she had said to him was true. They were amazing together, but they were going to self-destruct if they carried on like that.
He too had his ambitions for the year and by no coincidence, they were along the same lines as his elusive ex-girlfriend who was even now being joined by her laughing friend, Serena. He hung back from them, was joined by Nate who saw the direction his stare was pointed at and the expression on his face, and gave him a slap on the back. Chuck turned his gaze to his best friend and smirked. He was going to win this year, he could feel it. Sharing as many lessons as he did with Blair, he knew that it would be hard to regain her. Given that most of their lessons the year before had involved low level groping under the table, he knew that he'd find it harder to concentrate on what the teachers were saying, the memories would be too present, but he would do it.
He walked through the familiar school gates and was greeted by the noise of the myriad of young boys and for the first time in living memory he almost felt happy to be back in servitude. Chuck Bass was faced with a challenge and that inspired more excitement in him than any drug ever could.
Authors Note
The tube in London is basically the way in which all students travel, even those that are privately educated. It's not quite like the subway in New York and so its not completely outrageous that they should be using it to get to school.
I'm sort of using the themes from the TV show, combining the split at the end of 3:18 with the 'you've got Yale' from Season 2. Hope you like!