Years later they were in the same 5th grade class and shared the table they sat as. It was the only time in her life she had cursed her name was Abrams. Damn him for being a Bass. They boy was a terrible flirt and he had to be so damn hot with that stupid scarf. She sat at the table and watched the clock he had exactly one minute to get to class and she was hoping he wasn't coming. She had only been blessed with a couple of those days but she was hoping for another. With 10 seconds he waltzed into the classroom like he was the king of the universe. She rolled her eyes and sighed. He sat and smirked at her. "So beautiful how are you today?" his voice dripping with the enthusiasm of knowing he was getting to her. She was grateful that class had started and that meant he would shut up and leave her alone. Oh how wrong she was. She had forgotten that her perfect life was only a dream and she was living in her own personal hell and he was the ruler of it. The first time she felt his hand on her knee she thought it had been an accident. The second time she knew it wasn't. She pushed his hand off and glared at him. He leaned into whisper in her ear. "Don't fight it we both know we want each other." He placed a small kiss on her cheek before he felt the smack that pushed hit head all the way to left it was like whiplash. It was the first and last time she had been sent to the principal's office for behavior and she didn't care. As she left the room Chuck, holding his cheek, smirked and thought to himself how hot she was when she was angry. He made a plan to maker her angry every time he saw her.
Authors Note: So now you can see this is not a Serena Chuck fic but a Vanessa Chuck. Its not completely show based or book based its…what I want it to be. Reviews are appreciated and I have it written through until prom I just need to type it.