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Authors: SkyyRyder and Cara Mascara

A/N: So Skyy and I are broadening our horizons here, escaping from the lovely fandom of The Covenant to try out a Gossip Girl story. Central focus is Chuck/OC. We're going to have a playlist for this story too, excluding this prologue since it's so short. So leave a little feedback. I think the plot is more original that a lot of the other Chuck stories I've taken a look at. Set in senior year, after the summer break of the season finale. And obviously, that means it's TV show based. Character concepts in my profile.


Maneater

Prologue

'Spotted: S & N at Communi-Tea with the Upper East Sides newest hot shots. The Wall Street guru himself Henry Devereaux made the move from Greenwich, CT, coincidently where S disappeared to last year. Maybe that would explain how excited S was to see the two lovely teenage daughters Henry brought with him, Peyton and Evangeline. P seems to be getting cozy with N already and V didn't seem all that comfortable serving the group today. Maybe she's still hung up on N, or maybe she's afraid S knows she's been chummy with D all summer. Speaking of D, little J's spent the whole summer running around the city on official Eleanor Waldorf business. Hmm, I didn't realize the fashion industry consisted of so many coffee runs. Fashion biz not all you expected it to be J? After B was spotted getting stood up by C at the beginning of the summer, I wasn't shocked to see her with a nice piece of man candy on her arm leaving the airport last week. No word on this new guy's identity, but I'll keep you posted. By the way, has anyone seen C? New girls in town. It's only a matter of time before he unleashes the Bass charm on either P or E. Who knows, maybe both...

You know you love me
XOXO
Gossip Girl'

Chuck Bass tossed back the remainder of his scotch on the rocks, a smirk appearing on his lips as he opened the attachment to the latest Gossip Girl message. His eyes scanned the picture of his stepsister and best friend sitting at a small, circular table with the new girls in town. Nate did look rather comfortable with the one; he wasn't about to go down that road again.

"I've always liked redheads," he muttered to no one in particular as his limousine pulled up in front of the Palace.