Stood at the reception desk she felt like such a 'tit', her hair tatted and in urgent need of attention, last years converses, baggy jeans and a ripped top

Authors Note: This is my first ever fanfiction! I only found out about the site a few months ago and thought I might as well give it ago. Please review and give me some pointers – I probably need as much help as I can get. Thanks.

Story: This is kind of a miss-mash of episodes from the TV series, just whatever took my fancy. The story itself is totally fictional just wanted something chuck centric – I've also changed the whole 'poker' thing around to suit my theme more. There is no Chuck/Blair, Blair/Nate or Dan/Serena although there maybe slight hints of Nate/Blair or Blair/?

Chapter One: Just Scarlett

Stood at the reception desk she felt like such a jerk, her hair tatted and in urgent need of attention, last years converses, baggy jeans and a ripped top. Hardly Upper East Side, she was surprised they'd let her in here at all. If only her father would shut up and allow her to make her way to her room to make that most important phone call to her hairdresser and stylist.

'O God, please no.' She groaned silently as Bart Bass began to introduce her to, no other than his son – The. Chuck Bass. She knew all about him and this was definitely not the impression she was hoping to make!

'Bass. Charles Bass.' He stated with an air of arrogance as he held out his hand. 'Pleasure to meet you. I hear you're new.'

She could feel his eyes surveying her, judging her and she was allowing it. She looked down at herself, her scruffy shoes which she was trying to hide by placing one foot on top of the other, her disgraceful posture and chapped nail varnish and to top it all off she was sub-consciously chewing gum like Michelle Pfeiffer in Grease 2. To sum it up she looked like death warmed up. But two could play this game. Straightening herself up and swallowing her gum (okay she shouldn't have done that but she was hardly going to ask if there was a bin anywhere). She looked up into the smarmy eyes of Chuck Bass.

'Scarlett.' She smiled softly shaking his hand. 'I wouldn't exactly say I was 'new' as you so pleasantly put it – but simply lacking in the ways of the Upper East Siders after an extended holiday.'

She swept her eyes over him while retaining her smile and then directed all attention back to her father. Promptly demanding access to her room and ignoring the dumbfounded young man in front of her with all the approach she could muster.

A new girl, a new conquest. One who looked liked she'd been dragged through a bush backwards whilst raiding last years wardrobe. But something niggled at him. Agitated him. At first he thought she was just some newbie, a wannabe like so many other daddies' girls, yet she had sassiness, an attitude of someone who was sure of themselves – confident and sexy even while dressed in converses and boys jeans. She definitely hadn't responded in the way he had expected and it was this that intrigued Chuck Bass, he wanted, no needed to know more.

Yet she had given little away even her name was a mystery. Scarlett meant nothing – The family name was the key. Bass was legendary as was Archibald, Waldorf and even Van der Woodsen – although not to the same extent. Maybe she was just threatened by him, I mean it wasn't as if it hadn't happened before, however she hadn't even checked in yet or so it seemed so how could she know about him already. Chuck was notorious, granted but even he knew he had limits.

Chuck drew himself out of his thoughts. She was waiting at the lift. He felt a stirring in his stomach an almost recognition. Except no, this was Chuck Bass he never forgot a face. He was just curious that's all, he wanted that last name.

He approached her, his hands deep in his pockets and his signature smirk displayed across his lips 'Sorry, I feel ever so rude I almost forgot to invite you to brunch tomorrow it's an event I assure you, you will not want to miss'

'Tomorrow? I have a few prior engagements. I'll have to check my blackberry.' She replied amiably as the lift arrived. Prior engagements? Chuck could hardly stifle the laughter maybe she was heading into Brooklyn to do some shopping; he coughed lightly trying to contain himself.

'Well you're loss.' Chuck shrugged 'Nice to meet you anyway..' he left the sentence hanging hopefully.

'Scarlett' she responded with a knowing smile 'Just Scarlett' as the lift doors closed.

Authors Note; Please review. Constructive criticism appreciated.