A/N: Hello all! Sorry for not posting sooner, but school has gotten in the way a bit. Anway, thanks for the reviews and keep them coming!

Note: I am accelerating certain events that occurred in the show (ie Dan and Rachel's relationship) to satisfy this story's purposes. In TCCOMB we will assume that Rachel will still have an illicit relationship with a student- it was obvious that she was attracted to a certain main character before they got together so I figured it wasn't all that far-fetched).

Chapter 12: Basses of Glory

"You're late." Blair shut the limo door behind her, a scowl played on her lips. She adjusted her black beret, which was perfectly placed on her chocolate curls. He wanted to bury his face in those curls. Inhale her intoxicating scent. Now wasn't the time to thinking of such things.

Chuck smirked and the limo glided forward. "Does that really surprise you?"

Blair was always if not punctual. He admired her for that. Most of her classmates wanted to be "fashionably late." Not Blair Waldorf. She always carried herself through her schedule-structured and precise. Organization was key for her success as Queen; aside from intimidation and control.

Blair huffed indignantly and straightened out her skirt. "How did your talk with Andrew go?"

He smirked. "Let's just say he's lucky I didn't just fire him. His team has been following Ms. Carr all week, following patterns, frequent cafés she visits and where her apartment is."

Blair drummed her manicured fingers on her lap. "That's nice Bass but where is she now?"

"Patience was never your most prized quality Waldorf." He checked his phone and replied, "She's at Le Café au Oeuf."

"What a shocker. Of course Miss Iowa would go there."

"She's from Iowa?"

Blair's nose wrinkled with distaste. "Unfortunately. But she won't be here for much longer. Not when we're through with her. She'll be going right back where she came from, plowing the corn and all."

He chuckled. "You really hate this bitch don't you?"

Blair's eyes turned to fire. "I hate anybody that stands in my way to getting into Yale. She's the enemy. It's too bad my minions are too dim to see it that way."

"They share a brain don't they? You needed someone much more," He paused and began to lean forward slightly, "smarter," a little further," cunning," almost there," and capable for this job."

Blair doesn't pull back but stares him in the eye. His equal. She lifted her right arm and moved to caress his face - At least, that's what he thought. She rests her petite arm on his broad shoulder. Electricity shoots through him at the simple contact. How he missed this feeling. He can smell her vanilla scent that drove him crazy. She bit her lip innocently.

She was such a tease.

He focused on her bow shaped lips. Imagining what it would be like to taste them again; it has been so long but he imagined it would taste just as sweet as it did the last time. A few inches separate them. All he'd have to do was pull her towards him. Screw the stakeout he wanted to take her right now. She was too close to resist.

Suddenly her hand pushed him back by the shoulder. Half of his head hit the seat while the other hit part of the window. She may be small, but boy was she mighty. A throbbing pain pounded in Chuck's skull and he held his head in pain. Blair smirked back at him, pleased. "What the hell was that for?"

"You were invading my personal space Bass."

"You didn't seem to be protesting about it." He sat up, scowling.

The window separating the driver seat lifted open. "Mr. Bass? We're here," Arthur said before closing the window again.

Blair was already out the door. "Come on Bass, we don't have time to waste!"

Chuck followed Blair outside the parked limo and onto the sidewalk. Blair hunched behind the limo as inconspicuously as possible. She then pulled out her binoculars and positioned them over her eyes. Honking, and zooming, cars passed by obstructing their view almost every five seconds. Blair sighed, and quickly became agitated.

"We need to get closer." Blair stands up straight and shoved her binoculars in the depths of her tote.

"The big bay window ought to help," Chuck added.

Blair looked at Chuck and nodded with confirmation. They looked both ways and crossed the street. A parked car honked loudly as it was approaching them quickly. Instinctively, Chuck pushed Blair ahead of him, and out of danger.

"Chuck!"

His eyes connected with the blinding headlights of the car. It came at him in slow motion. His heartbeat sped up, his iris dilated, his body frozen. Survival instinct kicked in and pushed him forward to the sidewalk. The car just missed him by a couple feet.

Arms flew around him and he snapped out of his almost fatality. He realized it was Blair's arms and he instantly felt warm. Her head was buried in his chest as he stood still and shaken. Slowly his arms came around her form and he dropped his head down, nose pressed down on her scalp. He inhaled her scent and immediately felt better. Calmer.

Blair looked up but doesn't tear her hands away. "You idiot! Didn't you look both ways before crossing?"

"Yes. So did you, and look how well that turned out."

"I'm serious Bass." Their gaze locked and suddenly all around them was forgotten. She still cared. Blair Waldorf still cared about Chuck Bass. He hadn't lost her. Not yet.

But she almost lost him, and she was not going to let him go. "The car was parked and didn't see us come out."

Realizing the position they were in, Blair squirmed out of their embrace. She cleared her throat. "Now that we unfortunately prevented your death, it's back to business."

She spun on her heels and peered into the big window. A large smirk enveloped her face. "Bass! Get over here!"

Chuck quickly came to her side. Sure enough, Miss Carr was present at the nearest table to the window. She wasn't alone. She was accompanied by Dan fucking Humphrey. He couldn't believe it.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm impressed."

"You would be. Didn't think you were the only one who was able to woo the school staff?" Blair smirked.

"I didn't think it would be fucking Humphrey that had the balls to do her."

Blair and Chuck both pulled out their phones. Blair took the first photo of them sitting together, but Chuck got an even better picture. Snap. Chuck smirked at a picture of Dan caressing Ms. Carr's face. The picture looked very intimate and inappropriate.

"It was already a rumor on Gossip Girl," Blair reminded him.

"I wasn't going to believe it until I saw it. Squeaky clean Humphrey just got dirty."

Chuck showed Blair the photo and she smirked. "Send me the photo."

"Ah, ah , ah. Not so fast Waldorf. My services come at a very high price. What are you going to give me for it Waldorf?"

Blair scowled. "This isn't a game Bass. This is Yale on the line!" Her lips curled in and eyes turned venomous. "Give. Me. That. Photo."

"Or what Waldorf?" He knew she had nothing on him and loved to see her flustered. He didn't actually mean anything that he'd been saying; he just didn't want to give the picture up just yet. After all, what else did they have besides this latest scheme?

They did say they were not going to play games anymore. He wanted to believe it, but the opposite held true. It was in their nature, they couldn't just cut it out.

Blair fumed and tried to reach for Chuck's phone in his hand. "Bass, I'm warning you."

Chuck laughed as she tried to jump up to reach his phone. It only made Blair angrier. "Relax Waldorf. I'll give you the photo."

"You better Bass. This is serious. Yale serious. Now hand it over."

He was never one to surrender. It was not a word in Chuck Bass's vocabulary. "I'll give you the photo Waldorf. I never said I'd give it to you right now."

Chuck watched as Miss Carr stood up to leave. He turned back to Blair, her mouth open, in mid speech. "She's leaving. We have to go now!"

Blair's eyes widened and he took her hand. They hurried across the street safely this time, and jumped into the limo. Once inside, he peered out the tinted window. "We cut it a bit close Waldorf."

She sat up and leaned her head back into the headrest. Neither realized their hands were still connected. "It'll be worth it when we use this against her."

Chuck smirked at this. They both were destructive creatures. They took pleasure in wounding their enemies. "Mission accomplished."

Blair shook her head, and grinned evilly. "Mission's not over yet Bass. We have our ammo. Now we prepare to launch."

Evelyn rubbed her bleary eyes as she shut her calculus textbook. So far, she'd spent all day with her textbooks. She just finished her physics lab report and finished the practice problems for her pre-AP calculus class. Even her music class - which she'd thought would be her bird course for the semester- was more work than she thought. In her old school, music theory wasn't usually emphasized. Instead, the instrumental portion was always the focus.

So far Evelyn had failed on both accounts. She'd only started playing alto saxophone in the ninth grade. At Constance and St. Jude's, all students have been playing since a much younger age and had their parents pay for private lessons. It didn't help that her class was a split class of tenth and eleventh graders. Whenever they soloed while practicing jazz they always sounded perfect.

Evelyn stretched her long arms above her head. She rolled her wrists and stretched her cramped hands. She needed a break. Now.

Evelyn stood and padded out of her room and into the hallway. She noticed her brother's door ajar and approached. She knocked carefully, not wanting to encounter a similar situation as she did earlier this week.

She rapped his door. "Chuck?"

"Yes?"

Evelyn pushed the door and felt her muscles relax. "Oh. You're alone. Thank god."

Chuck quickly typed something on his phone. "For what do I owe this pleasure?"

Evelyn sighed and fell back on his bed. The covers were silky smooth. She ran her fingers along the fabric and closed her eyes. "How do you always talk like that?"

"Talk like what?"

Evelyn opened one eye. "You always speak so formally."

"Do I now?"

Evelyn opened her other eye and sat up on her elbows. "You did it again."

"I'd be completely shocked if this bothers you." He smirked.

"It doesn't," Evelyn shrugged her shoulders, "it's just weird."

"If you want I can talk dirty, but I don't think it's appropriate."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. Her brother can be so disgusting. Boys. "Ha, ha. Very funny. I was just making an observation, that's all."

A pregnant pause fills the room as Evelyn rubs her eyes again. "What are you doing right now?"

Chuck gazed around his room. "Nothing of importance."

"Good. Let's go out. But, this time we are going to do something I like to do. Last time didn't go very well so we need to correct that."

Chuck grinned. "I'm up for it. What exactly do you like to do?"

An evil smile graced her Bass features. She quirked one eyebrow and told her brother mockingly, "You'll see. It'll be a surprise."

"This is your idea of fun?" Chuck asked as they finally arrived at her "surprise" destination. It was a surprise to Chuck all right, he didn't expect his sister to take him to a sporting facility. Take Chuck to a sporting event to watch, he could handle and enjoy – especially if women are playing – but playing a sport was an entire new beast. Convinced, Chuck wholeheartedly believed his sister was out to punish him. He vaguely remembered her mentioning she liked sports at their first family dinner but didn't like it.

Seriously, soccer of all sports? She liked soccer?

His sister nodded her head with enthusiasm. "Come on! Have you ever even played before?"

Chuck shook his head quickly. Honestly, he wasn't a big fan of the sport – or sports in general. He liked hockey because of Bart, and women's tennis – Maria Sharapova always looked good in her short skort. Soccer was not his thing.

Evelyn opened the door to the indoor field. It was deserted on a Saturday night, as it should be. When she told him to wear active wear, he had a bad feeling about her surprise. Chuck wore his red sports jumpsuit. He never intended to actually sweat in it.

Evelyn dropped her sports bag on the artificial turf. She unzipped the bag and pulled out a soccer ball. She was wearing loose fitting soccer shorts and a purple tank top. She ran her fingers through her dark hair and pulled each strand into a tight ponytail. "Are you ready for some one on one?"

"I don't like soccer."

Evelyn scoffed. "Have you ever played?"

"Once. I got hit in the face which triggered a nose bleed."

His sister dropped the ball which bounced on the green turf. "Well, now is a good time to get over it. Are you afraid of losing?"

"I never lose."

Evelyn smirked. "Well that's a bit problematic because I never lose either."

Chuck stepped forward and tried to steal the ball in front of her feet. Evelyn was too quick; she brushed the ball back with the bottom of her foot behind her body. Chuck tried again, but missed the ball.

"Game on?"

Chuck, who never backed down from a challenge, replied, "Game on."

Evelyn pivoted and sprinted to the center of the field. "Come and get me Chuck!"

Chuck ran toward her, something he hasn't done in a while. Evelyn waited for him to challenge. Chuck would try to get the ball but as soon as he had it, would lose it to Evelyn's skillful footwork.

Chuck's breaths became labored after a long while of chasing. He bent down, his hands on his thighs panting. "Not…fair… you… have practiced…"

Evelyn walked up to him, the ball at her feet. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead and cheeks were crimson. "I'm going easy on you."

Chuck took this opportunity to steal and began to run to her end of the field and shot the ball in her net. Chuck smirked satisfied.

"I'll allow that even though you cheated." Evelyn said as she scooped the ball from her net.

"Come on that was completely fair! You had a lapse in concentration!" Chuck argued.

Evelyn put her hand up in surrender. "Alright, alright! It's eight to one for me."

Chuck glowered, his breath returning to normal. "Whatever. I haven't played in years."

"Are we calling the end of the game?" Evelyn asked a bit too innocently.

Chuck's feet responded before his mouth and he stole the ball and darted down the field.

"Hey, not again!" He could hear his sister gain on him and suddenly, his face planed on the plastic smelling grass.

Chuck pulled himself to his feet. "Hey! That's a foul!"

Evelyn was already almost at the other end and stopped. "That was actually a skillful tackle!"

"Bullshit!" Chuck jogged toward her.

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Fine, you can start with the ball this time."

Chuck took a moment trying to formulate a plan of attack. He jetted off to her right side but she stopped him. They fought for the ball but he accidently tripped her. She tumbled to the ground and pulled him down with her.

"Look whose fouled now," She said rubbing her reddened knees. Chuck smirked, fatigue setting in. He lay on the turf, not wanting to move. He was going to be sore tomorrow.

"Do you want to take a break?" Evelyn asked. She sat up, catching her breath.

Chuck nodded gratefully. He focused on his breathing, closing his eyes briefly. It was weird thinking that he was spending his Saturday night not at a bar, or a party but at a soccer field. He planned to crash one tonight but couldn't resist Evelyn's request. He felt juvenile, something he never remembered feeling.

Chuck sat up and stretched his arms. "Sore?" Evelyn asked.

"No."

Evelyn smiled. She probably didn't believe him, but didn't push the subject. Instead she began pulling out blades of grass, splitting them in half.

"So, have you decided yet what you're going to do next year?"

Chuck leaned back on one elbow. He hated that question. Every adult always asked, but he never had an answer. He didn't know. He really didn't have a clue. However, he did know what was expected of him. Eventually, Bart will want to retire from Bass Industries, and most assume he will take over.

"It's already decided for me. College."

"Don't sound so enthusiastic about it. You never told me where you applied to."

Chuck massaged the back of his neck. He stretched his legs which were starting to seize. "Yale, Brown, Columbia… All the Ivy leagues."

"Well, don't you have a school you prefer?"

Chuck shrugged. "Wherever I get in. Bart may need to help out since I haven't heard back yet from any school. Early acceptance is coming up."

Evelyn nodded, understanding. "Don't you have a plan? Let me rephrase that, what do you picture yourself as in twenty years profession wise?"

Chuck knew the answer to that question. It's been assumed since childhood. "I'll be the head of Bass Industries."

His sister observed him. "Do you actually want that?"

Do I want that? Chuck wondered. Nobody has ever asked him this question. Did he? It's always been assumed. He needed to carry on the family's legacy. He didn't want to let Bart down. If he were control Bass Industries, he'd finally accept him. Finally, he'd be successful. It was the only option.

Suddenly he remembered Evelyn didn't grow up on the Upper East Side. "It doesn't matter if I want it or not, I'm just going to get it. You'll soon find out, but choices are limited in our family."

Evelyn frowned. "That's not right. I told dad I wanted to go into science and he didn't seem to have a problem with that."

Chuck smirked. "That's because that's a reputable profession. And you actually try in school. I do not."

"That is true," Evelyn pulled a clump of grass and wrapped a strand around her fingers cutting off the circulation. "Why can't you do what you want?"

Chuck watched her, the tip of her finger turning crimson from the pressure. "I don't really know what I want. At least, not yet."

Evelyn let go of the blade of grass, and let the blood flow through her finger evenly. "You'll figure it out. I'm sure dad won't stop you."

"He won't stop me. He just won't care, I'll just disappoint him."

Evelyn looked at him critically. He couldn't tell what she was thinking, and she didn't say anything for a few moments. "You won't know that if you don't talk to him about it."

"Let's face it. He's never around, and when he is, he just tells me what I'm doing wrong."

Evelyn bit her lip, sharp blue eyes turned icy. "I wish he were around more often."

"Yeah? Well get used to it," Chuck replied bitterly. I've dealt with it for my whole life, you aren't missing much, Chuck thought.

"No. I won't. Maybe he doesn't even realize he's doing this to you Chuck. To us."

Chuck's jaw locked. Why was she taking his side? She barely knew their father. "The only reason he likes you is because he feels guilty, you said so yourself!"

Evelyn's eyes grew colder, and Chuck felt a chill run down his back. It was the same angry stare Bart presented him with. She looked away from him and sighed. "You know what, forget about it. We'll see… we'll all talk about this together another time."

The tension in the room began to dissipate. Evelyn stood and packed up their possession. She slung her bag over her shoulder and started chuckling.

Something was definitely wrong with her, Chuck concluded. "What?"

Evelyn looked at him, her mood lighter. "Why is it, whenever we spend time together, we end up fighting?"

"We're too different yet alike. It's a bad combination."

"Hm, well its normal. Sibling fighting and all."

Chuck smiled. He always wanted family, and with that came conflict. As they returned to the Penthouse he couldn't help think that it was never a bad thing. There could be worse things, Chuck thought to himself. Loneliness was far worse. Luckily those days were behind him. For good.

Never in her life had Evelyn participated in the dramatic arts. She was never one to play characters, or liked the idea of people watching her, with a hot spotlight flashing in her eyes. Back at her old school, it was optional participation and occurred only every couple years due to a severe lack in funding. As it turned out, Constance Billard and St. Jude's had an annual stage production. The seniors usually fulfilled the acting roles and freshman and sophomores would help out as crew. Since the school was so small, participation was mandatory.

The first rehearsals were mostly for the actors learning their lines. In the meantime the stage crew were busily sewing costumes, painting sets and organizing all the technology equipment. Evelyn pushed through the auditorium doors after class ended. She scanned the stage to see the stage manager Rose already ordering people around. Evelyn dropped her bag in one of the seats and jumped on stage.

"Rose? Hey!" She jogged toward her.

"Thank god you're here!" Rose rolled her eyes. Julian, the director stormed on stage, his green scarf almost flying off his shoulders. "What have you guys been doing? I said I wanted the sets painted by Friday! Why are you still in the building process? The carriage isn't even built yet!"

"I'm sorry sir-"

"Just get it done. We're already behind!" He bristled pass Rose already yelling, "Hey you! Nate! We're starting your scene so get ready. We're already behind schedule people, let's move!" He clapped his hands and made a beeline for the cluster of actors.

"Someone's a bit impatient."

Rose took a deep breath and rubbed her temples. "The play is a few weeks away. Just wait till the night of."

That was a scary thought. Evelyn winced and rested her hands on her hips. "So what do you need me to do?"

Rose rubbed the back of her neck and looked around. "Right now, can you find the paints for the carriage? They should be in the props closet. Do you know where that is?"

Rose looked so tired, Evelyn didn't want to bother her any more than necessary. "I'll find it."

She nodded before getting a message from her headset. She disappeared behind the curtain, leaving Evelyn on the stage.

Not wasting time, Evelyn followed where Rose disappeared behind the black velvet curtains. She followed backstage, passed the mirrors and chairs for makeup. She checked each door until near the end of the hall she found a door with a label PROPS. Evelyn found the paint, picked up all three cans (which were surprisingly heavy) and returned to Rose. She didn't give her any other tasks but told her to wait backstage in case she needed her help.

"Here," Rose planted a headset in her hands. "From now on, in case I need to contact you, you can talk to me through this. Its wireless and if you want to talk to me or the guys working the lighting and soundboard, press this black switch." The rectangular box had a hook so it could clip onto her pants.

"If this light is flashing red, one of us is trying to talk to you so answer right away."

Evelyn adjusted the hand sized black box around the hem of her skirt. She slipped on the headset and walked back stage.

She pressed the button and cleared her throat. "Hello? This is Evelyn. I just want to see who's on the other line here."

Immediately a male voice answered back. "Loud and clear Evelyn."

The voice sounded familiar. That couldn't be… "Eric?"

"The one and only Van der Woodsen. What'ya need?"

Evelyn giggled. "I forgot you're doing lighting and soundboards! This is so sick; we can talk during the show."

"Definitely! I can also see you too."

Wait a minute. Evelyn twirlled her body to see if anyone was behind her backstage suspiciously. "Well, I can't see you but I can say I'm a bit creeped out."

Eric's laugh rang from the other end. "The lighting and sound board has an excellent view."

Evelyn peaked passed the curtains. The lighting and soundboard box was empty. "I'm sure. It's too bad you're not there now to enjoy it."

A frustrated female voice interrupted Eric's chance to reply. "Would you two knock it off? This device is for work only. I don't need to hear you two having a chat."

A hand tapped her shoulder. Evelyn spun around to Eric smiling. He wore his headset which was identical to Evelyn's. Evelyn pressed her palm to her mouth, to contain her laughter. She regained her composure after taking a few deep breaths. "I'm sorry Rose. We won't do it again."

Evelyn pulled the headset off her ears, so they hung around her neck. "We'll have to be more discreet next time."

"Don't even worry about it. The soundboard box gets really boring since there isn't much to do yet."

"Well being stuck with props isn't the most thrilling job either." Evelyn sat down on the black stool beside the front curtain. "Besides, I have nothing to do right now and really don't know why I'm here."

"What is your job title again?" Eric asked.

Evelyn smirked and drew her hands up to air quote, "Assistant stage manager."

"That must be so exciting," Eric deadpanned.

"Hardly. I'm the bitch's bitch. You can't go any lower on the totem pole. I'm artistically inept so they figured they could use me to keep everything organized and boss me around."

"Rose is nice, so she isn't the worst boss you could have."

Eric always looked at the bright side of things. Evelyn wished she could be that optimistic about anything. "But Julian is not. He seems like an asshole."

Eric scoffed. "Isn't every director? He told me he didn't think I could handle working the lighting and soundboards. That I don't have enough 'experience.' I'm sorry, but last time I checked it was me who mediated a website for the New York Times! Not to mention I was the assistant for the sound board last year."

Evelyn smirked. "Did you tell him that?"

Eric suddenly became fascinated with his shoes. "No."

"Didn't think so."

Eric shrugged. "Whatever, he isn't worth it anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"He may be attractive, but I wouldn't date him."

"He's gay?"

Eric looked at her as if it were completely obvious. "Couldn't you tell? It's because he wears a scarf."

Evelyn stood from her stool and poked her head past the wings of curtains. "That can't be it! Chuck wears a scarf-"

"Hey guys."

Eric and Evelyn turned to see waves of blonde hair bounce toward them. Jenny smiled as she approached. Her hands were full of clothes and a basket of sewing supplies.

"Hey Jenny!" Evelyn smiled as Jenny dropped the clothes and basket on a nearby table.

"How are the costumes coming?" Eric asked.

"Ugh. It's slow. Turns out, Julian wants to change some of the girl's dresses. Apparently, he didn't like the original design."

"Figures." Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Why must we sacrifice our time for this stupid play again?"

Eric sighed. "It's mandatory!"

"You guys are looking at this the wrong way. At least we don't have to deal with Julian as much as the actors do."

Evelyn leaned her head back. Black painted bricks made contact with the back of her head. She began to hit her head lightly against the brick wall repeatedly. "Kill me now."

"We could, but where would we stash your body? " Eric quipped.

"It's too messy of a job for me," Jenny added. "Being from Brooklyn means I can't pay my bail."

Evelyn chuckled and sat upright. Just then Blair and her minions bristle passed Eric and Jenny. Blair didn't spare a glance at Evelyn and for that she was glad. Although Blair knew the situation, she didn't expect much to change with her. Avoidance was much better than their previous confrontation. Blair's minions glared in their direction as they passed.

As soon as they were out of an earshot Jenny asked, "So, is there anything going on between you and Blair anymore?"

She shook her head. "Nope. I can't say I'm not happy about it. No news is good news right?"

"Speaking from my experience, being ignored by Blair is much better than being provoked. Those always just lead to humiliation."

Rose reappeared from the curtains. "Evelyn! What are you doing? I've been trying to page you for five minutes!"

Evelyn jumped up and quickly peaked at the large box strapped to the hem of her jeans. Sure enough, the bulb was flashing. "I'm sorry! I-I just not used to this yet-"

"Enough with the excuses, just get out here now please."

Evelyn gave a parting glance to Jenny and Eric. They both smirked back and called, "Have fun!"

She shot them a menacing glare and shook her head slowly, with disgust. Eric and Jenny laughed from the wings as she slid on her headset before being turning her attention back to Rose.

Through her headset Eric said, "If you talk to Julian make sure to mention me!"

Evelyn turned to Eric who smiled, and raised his eyebrows. She looked both ways before flipping him her middle finger.

The following day, Evelyn had a day off from her backstage duties. Today would mostly be rehearsing lines for all actors of the play so there was no point for her to stick around. She really wished she had a more substantive job, but after her audition, it was clear she should never be on stage. Acting was not something that she was gifted with. She was fine with that, and would rather be backstage and out of the spotlight. She liked still being in control which being backstage granted her, and especially enjoyed the right to boss seniors around. They couldn't hold her against it – it was after all her job.

Last period ended and students flooded the hallways. Now comfortable in these hallways, she knew every shortcut and back entrance Constance and St. Judes had to offer. She hustled quickly through the boy's corridor and to her brother's locker. She didn't want to miss him before he left. He had a knack of leaving the school as fast as possible – or left earlier before class ended.

Evelyn weaved through the throngs of students, her dark mane blowing in her haste. A wisp of her fresh hair got caught in her mouth. She brushed it away and readjusted her bag that weighed her shoulder down. Almost there, Evelyn thought relieved. She saw a wooden locker door open and suspected it to be her brother's. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw his side profile.

He has a big head, Evelyn thought to herself as she approached. "Chuck!"

He turned his head both ways, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. Evelyn squeezed past a junior boy, who looked at her annoyed. She poked his shoulder. "Chuck."

His eyes shot open with surprise. "Hey, what are you doing here? Isn't there rehearsal today?"

"Only for the cast and directors today. Which reminds me, how did you get out of participating?"

He smirked. "I am diagnosed with stage fright according to my doctor."

"You can't be serious. I thought everyone had to participate!"

He shrugged. "I'm Chuck Bass." He said it as if it explained everything.

Evelyn rolled her eyes. She wished she'd thought of that. "You're still going to go watch the play right? Blair is the lead after all."

"Of course I will."

Evelyn hid the small smile that threatened to creep up on her lips. Her brother definitely cared about Blair. He may be fooling himself, but it seemed so obvious.

"Anyway, since you're not busy I want you to come with me to do something important."

"That being?"

Evelyn bit her lip. "Going to see Dad."

Chuck brows knitted together. "What for?"

"To have that talk we talked about. I want you to come with me."

Evelyn waited for a moment for his response. People around them slammed their doors loudly and milled out of the hallways. "I don't think that's a good idea."

Really? He was being stubborn about this? Evelyn thought to herself. "I think it is. And since you don't have anything else better to do, you're coming with me." She shut his locker door and clicked the lock closed.

"Come on." Evelyn started walking to the front doors. Chuck's feet remained cemented on the floor.

Evelyn stopped and whipped around. "Fine," She huffed and marched back to Chuck. "I'll just have to drag you then," She tugged his arm with surprising force. Chuck jerked forward and reluctantly, followed, her hand still gripped tightly around his forearm.

"I still oppose this decision."

Evelyn pushed the front doors open. A mild breeze whipped both of them in the face. She turned to her brother, not letting go of his arm and told him, "Tell that to somebody who cares."

The limo ride was short and Chuck still felt uneasy. He'd never interrupted Bart before while he was at work. Well he had several times, but not spontaneously. Especially not to just talk. The idea repelled Chuck and he would rather be anywhere but in his father's office right now. What was the point of trying when his father wouldn't even care?

They approached the front desk and Chuck immediately recognized the man. Calvin- or was it Colton? He eyed the name on the desk. Robert. He wasn't even close. Chuck stayed back near the door as his sister took to the secretarial desk.

"Hello," Evelyn smiled at Robert. "Can we please speak to Mr. Bass?"

Chuck wanted to laugh. If he were a complete stranger he'd think she seemed pretty bold. She looked like a little kid wanting a sucker from a candy store.

"I'm sorry Miss, but Mr. Bass only takes appointments."

Evelyn turned to look at Chuck with a: they know you here, do something! Look.

He looked on. If she wanted this, she could do it on her own.

"Well, you see… umm… Could you maybe page him?"

"He's taking a phone call right now with an overseas client."

Evelyn turned again to Chuck. He shoved his hands in his pockets. "I told you he'd be too busy."

His sister's blue eyes turned icy. Robert was then on the phone, his finger pointed up at her, telling her to wait.

Evelyn took a couple steps back toward Chuck. "What floor is he on?"

Chuck rolled his eyes. "The top floor obviously."

"Hmmm," She hummed, her lips formed in a thin line. She looked around the room quizzically. Beside the desk was a set of metal detectors and further, an elevator. She marched forward, past the desk to the elevator. The metal detectors started to beep as she ran through it, grabbing Robert's attention. She pressed the button of the elevator to go up and the doors slide open right away.

"Excuse me Miss! Where do you think you're going? Miss!"

Chuck watched alarmed, as Evelyn slipped through the doors. She pressed the button to go up, and waited for the doors to close. Chuck bolted to the elevator and watched the doors close slowly, a devious smirk staring back at him, until it was too late.

"You can't do this!" Robert lunged at the elevator.

"Just watch me."

A/N: Tsk, tsk. Oh Evelyn, you spunky girl. What a Bass. What will she do next? Well, you all will find out as soon as I can find time to write it!

Also can anyone else believe this is the last season of GG? It's so sad it's winding down. I hope GG isn't someone we've seen before. I have an image of Kristen Bell coming in at the end for the viewer to see her, but nobody else on the Upper East Side. Any theories? Seriously though, that last episode I will feel dead inside... At least we have fanfiction to mourn! Is there anything special people are expecting in the finale? (I haven't been looking at ANY spoilers, I want to enjoy the season for what it is).

Anyway, thanks for reading and please leave a much appreciated review!