Chuck Bass was not a man of excessive planning. Sure he was excellent at scheming, but planning? Chuck Bass doesn't plan; he does. Stepping out of his limo near the steps of St. Judes, he looked up in time to spot a certain redhead strut into the doors of the school.
"Well... fuck," he thought grimly. The last time Chuck had seen Blair Waldorf... well... she was quite lacking of some clothes to say the least. But even with the short-lived pleasure, the afterglow was torn apart by tears and hard feelings.
Chuck sighed at the memory, trudging into the building after Blair. He hadn't planned or even thought about what would happen after the events of that night.
"Well, Bass, here goes nothing, " he murmered under his breath.
As soon as he walked through the doors, he spotted Blair by her locker. He gazed at her for a minute trying to figure out what kind of mood he was going to have to deal with. Judging by the way she was slamming things into the locker, he figured that she hadn't yet forgotten about the weekend's dramas.
He walked up cooly and leaned against the neighboring locker.
"Ooh Waldorf, tough weekend? Maybe I can be of some assistance to that stress," he whispered stepping closer.
Blair looked up and glared. "Chuck, listen ccarefully. When I say this, I say it with spite: GO FUCK YOURSELF." She slammed the locker door and started to walk away when he grabbed her wrist.
"Listen, we need to talk. Let's go somewhere quiet." He began to tow her towards the door when she yanked away.
"I'm tired of this, Chuck. I'm done playing games. Don't look for me anymore."
When she turned away, she felt him hug her from behind.
"Blaire," he wwhispered, "I know we have our differences and I also know I've been an ass this whole time. But what I said about the butteflies was always true... I just- don't know how to do this. I mean, being with someone. It's... Blair I'm scared. I have these feelings and I don't wan them to go away. I love you, Blair." By this time his voice was shaking.
Slowly Blair turned to look at him and saw what she believed to be a tear. He leaned in and cautiously pressed his lips to hers. Blair drank in his warmth, and then broke to embrace him.
"I love you too, Chuck."