A/N: First of all, trigger warning for this chapter: excessive drug use. There will be a different trigger warning for chapter 16.

I'm super anxious about posting this because it's way out of my comfort zone as a writer. I had to divide Chuck's story up over two chapters so that I could build the scene. The Chuck we see here is probably closest to Pilot Chuck - the Chuck who used women and drugs and didn't care about anyone but Nate. In this case, Damien is the only thing he cares about. He's very crass, and that's hard for me to write, but I tried. Also, I know literally nothing about drugs. I had to look several things up, but if something doesn't make sense, please just pretend that it does. I hope my internet search history doesn't raise any red flags. lol

Chapter 15

August 21, 2007

Chuck bounced down on the bed and turned to his new roommate, "So, Damien, I recognize the scent of sweet Mary Jane on you…"

Damien stuttered, "It's just a little. I just do it when I get nervous, and I was anxious about getting a new roommate. I'll get rid of it; please don't turn me in. My father…"

Chuck looked at the nervous boy in amusement and sniggered, "Turn you in? I was hoping to partake."

The stunned look on Damien's face didn't go unnoticed by Chuck. Man, this kid needs to loosen up, Chuck thought. He's wound up so tight that it'll take a league of women to get him to relax. In that moment, Chuck committed to using his influence to turn Damien into the most badass kid on campus. By the end of the year, Damien Dalgaard would rule Sinclair Prep.

Damien attempted to disguise his nerves behind a cool countenance, "Sure, man. Any time."

"So, what is there to do around here besides the occasional joint?" Chuck inquired.

"The place is pretty boring," Damien responded. "There's a pool hall in the Commons, and lots of us like to hang out there. Sometimes, some guys will sneak in wine coolers, but alcohol comes with heavy consequences."

Wine coolers? Chuck tried not to groan. This place really needed his help. "Are there ever any parties?"

"Not really. There was a movie marathon last weekend, and we watched all of the Star Wars series. After we were sure all the faculty was asleep, we pulled out some joints and watched American Pie...I swear, Shannon Elizabeth's tits are…" He motioned to his chest to indicate the size of the actress's well-endowed chest.

"Yeah, I get it." Chuck rolled his eyes. "You got a boner from a two-deminsional image and it's replayed in your wet dreams every night since. What about real girls?"

Damien blushed furiously, and stammered, "I haven't talked to a real girl in months. They're really strict here. Peyton Brewers tried to sneak a girl in last month, and he got expelled without warning."

"Well, that was before Chuck Bass was here. Give me a week, and I will have this place swimming with all the liquor you can drink, all the drugs you can inject or snort, and all the women you can fuck." To make good on his promise, he pulled a flask from his suit pocket and, after taking a swig, passed it to Damien.

Damien took a much smaller sip, and began to cough, choking on the harsh burn of the scotch. Chuck laughed and patted him on the back. "That won't happen again either when I'm through with you."

October 26, 2007

As Damien bent over the table to snort a line of coke, Chuck took a long drag on his cigarette and watched his friend. In the past two months, Chuck introduced Damien to a variety of painkillers, heroine, cocaine, and Ecstasy. He taught him how to mix them effectively with the least chance of overdose.

He introduced several of the other boys to his drugs of choice, but Damien was his protege. He had taken him on as a project to entertain him during his time in the hellhole that was Sinclair, but he was shocked when they quickly became friends. Damien was not his sidekick, but his second hand man. The other boys look to the two of them as leaders, and they abused their power shamefully.

Austin Riggs had gotten caught a few weeks prior trading a bottle of Oxycontin for a bottle of Adderall. The exchange took place under Chuck's command, but Austin's loyalty ran deep. Instead of turning in his fearless leader, he took the punishment, which included a month-long suspension and a drug charge.

A tall redhead in a black bustier and thong wandered to the boys and took a seat on Chuck's lap. He ran his hand up her thigh and kissed her deeply. Getting the girls in had been the hardest part. The boys were able to transfer drugs and hide the liquor fairly efficiently, but women weren't nearly as covert. He had paid the whores handsomely to break into the Commons and sneak up the back staircase.

The pool hall became the boys' sanctuary. Faculty members rarely ventured in because up until recently the inside had boasted little more than rousing games of pool, Texas Hold 'Em, or chess. The headmaster and the tenured staff did not have any interest in the students' leisurely games, so they didn't bother them.

The redhead turned in Chuck's lap and ran her fingers down his chest. She purred against his ear, "Are you ready for me? Cindy wants to join this time, and we brough party favors."

Damien's cheeks flushed as he registered the girl's words. He was still amazed at how largely unaffected Chuck remained to the girls around him. He typically ignored their presence except to humor their advances until he was ready to allow them to fulfill their one and only purpose. Then he'd fuck them hard with no thought given to their wants or desires. They were whores, and he fucked them like whores.

Damien's eyes watched Chuck's hand trace a path over the girl's breast up to her chin, which he lifted before pressing a kiss against her lips. "Go wait for me. You two can start without me."

As the girl sauntered off, Damien's gaze flickered to her round ass. He groaned internally as he adjusted his pants.

Chuck turned to his friend and said, "I think it's time for your final lesson."

Damien looked back at Chuck, "And what's that?"

"You've learned what drugs and alcohol can do for you, but you've yet to experience the most pleasurable of all vices."

Damien gulped, "You mean sex?"

"Yes, Damien, that's exactly what I mean. What good is a high without letting it boost you through physical euphoria with a beautiful woman...or multiple women, but let's not jump ahead of ourselves," Chuck smirked.

"I don't know how….I mean, I don't know where to start. I've never talked to a girl like that." Damien was sputtering now as his pulse raced. He envied Chuck Bass in so many ways. Chuck was the master of every room he entered, and nothing fazed him. He was the very definition of cool, and Damien yearned to reach that same godlike status.

Chuck motioned to a girl to join him. "Hey, Georgie, I want you to take Damien to the study lounge and treat him well. He's got a lot to learn, and you are the ultimate teacher."

Georgina looked Damien up and down and took a sip from her cocktail. He was cute, if a little short. It had been a while since she'd had fresh meat to work with, and she was looking forward to molding him to her liking. Without a word, she grabbed his hand and led him down the hall.

December 8, 2007

"Fuck!" Damien slammed the phone receiver down on the nightstand. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He picked up his glass and threw it at the wall.

"Whoa," Chuck looked up. "What's gotten into you?"

"Headmaster Owens wants to see me in his office first thing in the morning. My dad's going to kill me!"

"Why? You haven't been caught with anything. You've been pretty low key. Maybe it's not even about you." Chuck shrugged, unconcerned with his friend's agitation.

"I'm failing all of my classes because I've been skipping. Those fucking teachers just have sticks up their asses." He turned and punched the wall repeatedly, pulling back only when the skin on his knuckles cracked and started to bleed.

Chuck sat up straight with anger etched into his face, "Dammit, Damien! Have I taught you nothing? Ds will get you by; Cs will keep you off admin's radar. Only skip once or twice a month with the excuse of being too sick to attend. If you want the party lifestyle under the thumb of a prig like Owens, you have to set some ground rules for yourself. Those rules are nonnegotiable. You can't just go off the cuff. That shit gets you kicked out!"

"Fuck you! Not everyone can be Chuck Bass and have the whole fucking world do as you please with the flick of your wrist." He turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Damien didn't return to their dorm that night.

December 9, 2007

Chuck looked up when he heard the door rattle the next morning. He breathed a sigh of relief when Damien walked into the room looking pretty disheveled but otherwise unharmed. Damien sat on the bed and sighed, "Hey, man, I'm sorry about last night. I was tweaked and lost control."

"It's already forgotten, but when did you start doing meth? I thought I told you to stay away from that stuff."

"Georgina introduced me to it." He shrugged dismissively.

"Fucking bitch," Chuck cursed. "You have to stop doing meth. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

"That's rich coming from you," Damien scoffed.

Chuck sighed and figured this was yet another problem to deal with at a different time, starting with confronting Georgina. He had to get to his 9:00 class in fifteen minutes. "How'd your meeting with Owens go?"

"He put me on probation until I get my grades up. He said that if I get them up before Christmas, he'll take me off probation. I guess he's going easy on me since my record is spotless, and I was such a good little boy...until you got here, at least." He was laughing, but Chuck wasn't.

"Listen, you have to take this seriously. Take a little break from the booze and drugs. Or if you must, keep it light. You only have a few more weeks until Christmas. Maybe I'll find you a Shannon Elisabeth look alike for you Christmas present," Chuck said with a wink.