Prologue
"What's your name?" I asked, looking up and meeting his brown eyes that somehow reminded me of the woods. "I'm Chuck Bass," he said simply, not even asking what my name was. He took a sip of his beer, brown eyes locked on my deep brown ones. I sighed, introducing myself. "I'm Blair. Blair Cornelia Waldorf, to be more precise, but you can call me Blair. It's nice to meet you, Chuck." I hate how I sounded; he might think that I'm a girl with a rambling problem. I took a drink to calm my nerves. The beer was cold, but it wasn't that bad.
"Do I care?" He asked, rudely. "No, I guess you don't." I sighed again.
Chuck obviously didn't like me in an instant, so what was I doing here? I didn't know why I didn't stand up and leave. I don't know why I even stayed.
Maybe something about being here with him in his small room made me feel safe and sound. Like, like we weren't part of the world, it was just us. Maybe I'm attracted to this very hot, well-off, badass guy, which is really weird considering I just met him on this fateful day. At his party, mind you. Or maybe it's just the alcohol talking. Yeah, that's probably it. Maybe… or maybe not, I don't really know. All I know is that I'm not gonna be leaving this room anytime soon. And, little did I know, I was right.
