Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl, Chuck Bass, and anything pertaining to his delicious self.
Author's Note: This is a several-part series, each chapter depicting our favorite (and not-so favorite) aspects of the lovely Chuck Bass. Enjoy!
The Definition of Chuck Bass
Chapter One: Bass-tard
"Bass-tard": [BAS-terd] (n.)-The teenage son of Bart Bass, widely known for his ability to say one thing and then do the complete opposite without a care in the world.
Applying his patented smirk, Chuck Bass approached Blair from behind. A new game had started between the two denying lovers, the three-word phrase still the prime subject of this diversion. The pair would find ways to torture one another, to tempt one another into saying those tiny three words. And today, Chuck used his ultimate weapon of mass seduction. Knowing that Queen B always wanted what she couldn't have, Chuck would capture her attention and then ignore her right then and there. And it worked like a shiny, diamond-encrusted charm.
Tapping her on the shoulder, Chuck walked around in front of Blair and stared intently at her.
Blair rolled her eyes. "What, Chuck?"
He raised an eyebrow, sizing her up in the process. Chuck just grinned and walked away.
She contained herself from blowing a fuse. "Ugh!"
Storming off to find someone to complain to, Blair ran into Serena at her locker. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you!"
"I've been stationary, B," Serena smiled. Noting Blair's disgruntled expression, she asked, "What's wrong?"
The brunette gave her a look, which meant 'you know what'.
"Ah," Serena understood, "You know that Chuck is trying to get you to say it first, and you should. You'll end this charade and finally become the couple you've dreamed of."
Blair gave her an odd look.
Serena laughed. "Yes, its called being supportive. I'm trying it on for today, seeing how I like it."
The word couple played and replayed over like a broken record in Blair's mind. Her eyes glazed over as the blond continued to speak.
"Hello? Earth to Blair!" Serena waved her hands in front of Blair's face, trying to wake her from her reverie.
"Oh, what?" At that moment, Blair knew what she had to do. "Look at the time, I've got to run!"
"Okay," Serena called after her, "see you after school?"
Serena shook her head, smiling at her friend's odd behavior.
School had finished for the day, and Blair continued to ransack her brain of ways to approach Chuck. She walked into the courtyard, seeing if the fresh air would help her find a new perspective. Instead, her thought process was cut short at the sight of Chuck getting into his limousine.
Blair gasped, and running as fast as she could in her brown oxford Coach pumps, she caught up to the limo just in time.
She frantically knocked at the window. "Chuck! Chuck, I need to talk to you!"
The tinted window slowly rolled down, revealing a very annoyed Chuck on the other side. "Can't you just text, or have your fingers been broken?"
She shoved off the remark with another roll of her eyes. "I need to talk to you in person."
Chuck rolled up the window. Getting out, he muttered, "This better be good."
It took a few seconds of silence before Chuck became impatient. "What is it, Blair?"
The brunette just opened and closed her mouth, as if she tried to say something but the sheer cold impaired her vocal chords.
"All right, when you know what you're going to say, just text me. It's freezing and I have somewhere to be," Chuck turned to get into his limo.
"I love you!" Blair successfully stopped Chuck in his tracks. He told his driver to get back into the car.
Chuck sighed, the heat from his breath visible in front of him. "I'm sorry, but I don't want that right now."
Blair was bewildered. "You mean a relationship?"
"Yes, Blair," Chuck said condescendingly, "that."
"When did you decide this? At lunch?" She couldn't believe it.
"Actually, yeah," Chuck laughed. "Look, this game was fun and all, but nothing serious."
Blair didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or benumbed. "I--oh, but you--"
She reached up to touch Chuck's chest, tampering with his patchwork scarf. Blair didn't want to look at him, never mind let him see that she was about to tear up.
"Blair, are you upset by this? Surely you must be aware of my...ways," he snorted, "I'm not a one-woman man."
"No," she coldly lied, "I know it was just a game. Do you really think I wanted all of that? Hah! For a second there you must have thought highly of yourself."
"Always do," he said in his forced whisper, "I've got to go, Victrola is waiting for me."
Chuck motioned to the driver of his limousine. The driver briskly walked around and opened the door for him. Chuck paused, taking one last look at Blair before climbing into the car. She was still holding onto his beloved scarf, and as he turned away it slid off his shoulders, limply falling in her hands.
Blair's lips began to shake, and her eyebrows furrowed as she watched the car drive off. The image of the scarf in her glove-covered hands became more and more blurry. Then the limo abruptly halted, and Chuck got out.
He slowly walked over to her, keeping his eyes on hers. Blair's heart skipped a few beats. She was hoping that he changed his mind, that he was just joking around, that he would say that he wanted her, too...
Their faces were millimeters apart. Blair held her breath as he focused only on her eyes. Reaching up, he yanked his scarf out of Blair's hands and marched back to the limousine.
Shocked by incredulity, Blair found it rather difficult to breathe. The sense of losing the game was overpowered by the immense feeling of rejection. And now that Blair definitely could not have Chuck, she wanted him more than ever, her broken heart beside the point.
Poor little Blair, she should have known that if you toil with a Bass, you get a Bass-tard.
A/N: I'm not 100% sure about the definitions at the beginning of each chapter, but I'll try it for a while and see. Hope you liked! ;)