Gossip Girl

Unattainable

Chapter Two

Do I really need to say it? I don't own Gossip Girl or else Dan and Serena would be back together already!

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Chuck Bass reclined in his limo, enjoying his usual leisurely rides around the city. It had become a sort of habit for him; every weekend morning he headed out to relax. After all, even Chuck Bass needed some alone time.

A shrill beeping rang loudly throughout the limo and Chuck picked up his sleek silver cell phone, expertly navigating the buttons until he reached his messages. It was early in the morning and he already had three messages. What could Chuck say- he was a popular guy. Chuck smirked at his little joke and scrolled to the first message.

"Hi Chuck, it's Blair. I was going to catch you at the party last night but I couldn't find you, which is a shame because I looked fabulous in that new D&G purple dress… But anyway, don't plan anything with Nate because I'm surprising him with a special date! He doesn't know what we're doing yet, but I'm thinking of maybe heading out of the city for a couple hours and--" Chuck pressed 'delete' on his phone. Blair's messages were always the same; she blurted out what she wanted in the beginning and then rambled on about Blair stuff until the phone cut her off. Chuck liked the girl, but her obsessions with shoes and clothes got old. Really old.

So Blair had a big date with Nathaniel? Chuck smiled to himself; little did she know, Chuck and Nate were having a "guys night out." James had told Chuck of a trendy new pub in the city and Chuck wanted to bring Nate to check it out. Chuck smirked again; Blair would be disappointed that her plans wouldn't work out.

He moved onward to the next voice message. "Um… Chuck? It's Nate. Look, I know we had plans for tonight, but Blair has a surprise planned and she's really excited about it. I don't want to disappoint her… and we can go to that pub later this weekend… maybe tomorrow night? Sorry man and I'll see you later."

Chuck sighed as he deleted Nate's apologetic message. He should have known. Of course Nate would give in to Blair's plans over his own; Nate was completely whipped. It was one of the few things the two best friends disagreed about: Nate thought there was nothing wrong with having a serious steady girlfriend, while Chuck couldn't understand why he would ever want to limit himself to one girl. Girls were so predictable; he needed to change them up to keep from getting too bored and unsatisfied.

"Hey sexy, it's Audrey, from last night. I wanted to say that I miss you and we should--"

Chuck quickly deleted this message too. This is exactly what he meant about girls being predictable. They knew each night that it was a fling, but come morning, they all wanted to turn casual sex into a "relationship." Chuck shuddered at the word; how could he ever pin himself down to only one person?

He pressed a few buttons on the phone, exiting out of his voice mails. Normally, he would have called James to brag on how they both scored the night before. It was a little routine with them now, but Chuck didn't feel like talking about last night to James. Sure, he took that brunette Audrey girl home, but she wasn't the girl he had picked out for the evening. He squinted his brows together; for some reason, the blonde girl's rejection still ticked him off. It bothered him now more than ever, because it distracted him from truly enjoying last night.

He asked the driver to turn on some music; he needed a distraction from his wounded pride. The sound of the radio quietly flooded the limo. Chuck's favorite song was playing but he wasn't paying too much attention. He just thought and stared out the window. The traffic was especially heavy today, so it was fun to study the people passing by on the sidewalk.

He saw a frantic-looking woman trying to keep up with two toddlers, an old man running on the sidewalk, a teenage girl staggering under the weight of carrying tons of heavy bags… Chuck lingered on the last person. Nice ass, he thought in typical Chuck fashion.

The girl stumbled but caught herself before she fell. Chuck got a quick glance at her face and his eyes widened. The girl from last night

Without thinking, Chuck ordered his driver to pull the limo over. "Hey, do you need a lift?" he shouted.

The girl turned around and scowled as she recognized him. "No, not from you," she retorted, turning away to start walking. In the process, one of her several large, heavy bags fell to the ground and its contents scattered everywhere. This fall served as a catalyst; the falling bag broke the fragile balance she had previously maintained: one dropping bag led to the rest of them falling too. The girl's face flushed and she bent down to pick up all the strewn bags.

Chuck smiled to himself: half because he had never seen the confident girl flustered like this before and half because he knew he could now get the girl to accept his offer for a ride. "You sure about that 'no?'" he called out.

The girl initially flashed him an impatient look, then sighed and reluctantly opened the limo door. It took her a couple minutes to get all the scattered objects from the sidewalk but finally, she slid inside the limo.

"Usually, I don't get rides from strangers," she said sarcastically. Usually, Chuck would have gotten angry for a comment like that, but a pink blush still colored the girl's cheeks and he knew that she was trying to cover up her embarrassment.

"Well that's good," Chuck stated. "We're not strangers."

The girl laughed. "Really? I don't even know your name," she replied.

That threw Chuck for a loop. Girls everywhere knew his name. He was Chuck Bass for God's sake!

"I'm Chuck Bass," he pronounced boldly. The girl's face still showed some sign of recognition but she opened her mouth to speak.

"I'm Caitlin… Caitlin Shaw," she said quietly.

"So…" Chuck smiled. "Caitlin Shaw. What are you doing walking the streets carrying all that stuff?" he teased.

"I had to pick up all the school stuff for my brother and I. It's gorgeous out so I figured I'd walk." The girl smiled, the first true smile Chuck had seen out of her. "Not such a hot idea on the way back," she laughed humbly.

She gave the driver the directions to her family's penthouse and Chuck raised his eyebrows. "My offer to be your tour guide is still valid," he murmured.

Caitlin glared at him, exasperated again. "No," she asserted. "No, not ever! Look… If that's all you want, then I better leave-"

Chuck hastily interrupted her. "No, don't do that. How about this?" The girl raised her eyebrows. "I'll show you around the city or at least keep you in the loop for a while. I won't push anything," he promised without thinking.

Caitlin looked at him skeptically. "This is my stop," she told the driver. She gathered her things and stepped out of the limo. "Fine," she agreed to Chuck. "Partly because you saved me today with the lift and partly because, honestly, I really don't know my way around here." She walked toward the doorkeeper and turned around.

"One question though," Caitlin asked from her front steps. "If you know you're not going to get in my pants, why do you insist on showing me around?"

Chuck didn't answer her. He had been wondering the same thing himself.