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Cold wasn't the word Chuck Bass would use to describe the weather today. Hell, however, was more like it. Chuck could practically feel the frostbite starting to set in, starting with his ears which he was sure were turning a very unattractive shade of bright pink. All he wanted was his scarf.
Even that she had managed to steal away. She had captured everything else he had to offer as well, long before the disappearance of his favorite accessory. Some men had their watches, but Chuck had his scarf.
And she had Chuck.
He knew what people said about him. He was just a playboy. A womanizer. 'Disgusting', in her words, 'heinous'. It never did occur to anyone that the reason for the way he was behaved was because she was already taken. All the one night stands were because no one could match up to her.
At times, he was sure that he was too easy to figure out. He was delighted when Serena came home, the perfect distraction to Nathaniel. It wasn't that he didn't like Dan Humphrey; it was just that he was messing up the plan. Nathaniel was his best friend, but he never did value what he had. And he had her.
Chuck sighed, his breath hanging in midair looking like a smoky cloud of thoughts-his confession-finally out there for everyone to see.
He was in love, and with Blair Waldorf. The girl whose biting wit matched his own. Even his initials seemed to support his adoration of her. 'C' for Chuck and 'B' be for Bass, or 'C' for Chuck and 'B' for Blair.
All the scotch and Sunday brunches in the world couldn't dull the truth. If anything, they made it worse. He could swear there was a smile Blair reserved for him. The scotch magnified every little touch from her and sent electricity through his arms.
A sharp tap on his shoulder brought him back to reality, and he turned to find the very object of his pondering. Looking down at her, he could tell she had walked. Her cheeks were the same shade of pink as his frozen ears, and she wore a black pea coat that hugged her in all the right places. As his eyes roamed her, he couldn't help but notice what was tied in her chestnut hair.
"I believe this belongs to me." Chuck smirked, fingering his scarf which was tied neatly in Blair's curls. He tucked a few strands of loose hair behind her ear. They felt like the softest silk, the type you couldn't even buy from Bergdorf's.
Chuck Bass was always one to be at least three steps ahead of everyone else, but what happened next he never saw coming.
"That's not the only thing that belongs to you."
He barely felt Blair grab the collar of his jacket and pull him to her. For a second, he wasn't sure if it was Blair who was currently kissing his lips. But as the scent of vanilla tickled his nose, he was sure Blair Waldorf had in fact grabbed him and was kissing him right now. His beliefs were confirmed by a hand slowly traveling up the back of his shirt.
What's a poor boy to do?
Spotted in the park: N, seemingly the new 'Lonely Boy'. Rumor has it that a certain queen bee was caught kissing our favorite devil. And according to our sources, C didn't protest one bit. C and B finally unlocked their lips long enough to enter the Palace and we hear they were seen several hours later, C with his scarf back and B on his arm.