Chuck Bass stood on Madison avenue, in a daze. He was on his way to Victorola, his dad's latest venue, to help draw up some plans for it. Ever since sleeping with Blair the second time, two days before, he was in a daze. Nothing seemed to matter but her. And he hated it. Chuck Bass was not falling for a girl. This just didn't happen.

Blair had only been in contact with him once since her seventeenth birthday, and it had been a text forwarded to everyone about the weekend in the Hamptons. He hadn't seen her at all since she picked up her dress, strewn on the floor of the guest bedroom, at Kati's house. God she had looked so beautiful. No. She looked hot, like every other girl. She was nothing special.

Awww. Poor C. Denial is the first step to solving any problem, sweetie.

No. Blair was different. As much as he wanted to grope some other girl, and forget about Blair, he couldn't. Her chestnut hair, and huge doe like eyes. The way she fit in to his arms. Chuck shook his head. This was sick. He was beginning to sound like a hallmark card. It's something called love, and apparently someone is a little new at it.

As he passed by La Perla, he though of Blair. The little lacy underwear she always wore, she had gotten there. Not that they were on very long in his presence In fact, Chuck observed, a lot of girls do.He stopped in front of the store to stare at a all blonde, modeling the underwear in the store. He just had to walk in. Now there's our C

But someone else caught his eye. He saw a brunette, with chestnut curls, and a tiny adorable body emerge from one of the changing rooms, wearing nothing but a pair of satin boyshorts, and a bra. Remember Upper Eastsiders, Exhibition is always better than Prohibition. She was trying to find a sales woman to help her with the items. Chuck Bass knew this girl: Blair Cornelia Waldorf. Looking better than ever.

"Waldorf1" He called. Blair turned around and then seeing him turned bright red. Nothing C hasn't seen before. "Bass," she retorted looking angry. "What brings you here? Picking up something for your booty call with one of the Victorola girls?" Blair deadpanned. Chuck slightly recoiled. She still thought he was the same pompus pig.

"Not unless that girl is you. What do you say you purchase that and we head back to my pent house?" Chuck said, smirking at her and gesturing toward the outfit. Blair shot him a threatening look, as if to tell him to shut up. "Only in your dreams Bass. I'm actually picking this out for Nate. I presume you got my text about the Haptons?" Blair said. She was always so prissy. And damn Nathaniel, Chuck thought. He got to enjoy he in those tiny lacy things.

"Yeah. I don't know if I really want to go. I'm sure you will be super glued at the lips with Nate," Chuck replied, hotly. It was a sore subject. He didn't even know if Blair and Nate were back together, but he didn't want to see her doing some other guy. Even if that other guy was his best friend. Way to be selfless.

"You only wish it was you. We aren't even back together yet," Blair said, fingering the pink bow on her bra. It did feel weird seeing Chuck again. Part of her wanted to run away from the oafish pig, and part of her wanted to kiss him, and run her fingers across his chest.

"Oh. He'll take you back. Anyone would." Chuck fidgeted with his watch. He was never good at giving complements, and he was trying desperately not to stare at her cleavage, or her long legs. Blair smiled, her sexiest smile. "what do you mean?" she asked. Chuck shook his head. "I don't know. Blair. You're…well…amazing..," Chuck said, looking at his feet. Blair smiled and then her face contorted into a frown. She stared him down. "Chuck. Not back to this. Two nights ago, I was just fulfilling your bet," She said.

Blair didn't mean what she was saying. She wanted to mean it. She wanted so badly to go back to Nate and never think of Chuck again. But he was her first, and she was wearing his necklace. But that didn't mean that she couldn't try to forget him. Chuck took a step closer to her. He couldn't help it. He felt crushed. All it was was a bet. He reached out to her bare neck, and played with the necklace.

"You're wearing it." Blair took a haughty step back. "Stop man handling me!" she exclaimed. Chuck sheepishly backed up. He couldn't believe he had fallen for her. There was a strange feeling in his stomach, and he hated it. Those butterflies. Damn them, and Nathaniel.

"Chuck. I need to finish trying these on," Blair said holding up a stack of bras. "But I'll see you in the hamptons tomarrow, if you aren't off doing it with someone else." Chuck cringed again. She couldn't give up the fact that he could be a womanizer. "Okay. I'll see you." The great Chuck Bass? Backing down?