Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! It really means a lot! Anyway, here's chapter three. This is Chuck's thought during the pool party in episode twelve. Read and review please! Even if you hated it! Oh, and flashbacks are italicized.

Disclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl, I would be hanging out with Ed Westwick, but sadly I'm not.

Chuck Bass sat on a lifeguard stand at St. Jude and Constance Billard's combined swimming pool, watching while everyone else swam.

He took a sip of his martini. There was nothing he loved more than a good party.

The mood, however, was instantly killed as he saw Nate swim up behind Blair. God. The sight of them together made him want to throw up.

He smirked to himself. Nothing would happen though. If it did, Blair's little secret would be out. Chuck knew blackmailing was wrong and possibly illegal in some areas, but he had his reasons.

One, the sight of Nate and Blair together made him sick. Just imagining Nate touching her, let alone kissing her or having sex with her made his stomach turn. Actually the thought of Blair with anyone but him made his stomach turn.

Second, Blair was his first love and still is. He loved her and cared about her more than anything in the world and she had broken his heart. On some level, he wanted to get back at her.

Third, it was a way of keeping her close to him. He knew if she and Nate got back together and Chuck wasn't holding this over her head, she would never speak to him again and he couldn't handle that. Even if she didn't love him – even if she wasn't his – he still needed to be around her. That's right, needed. She was like his drug.

The fourth and most important reason was very simple. Because he was Chuck Bass.

Chuck observed as Blair attempted to pull away from Nate, but he brought her back in and whispered something in her ear. Chuck smirked. Blair looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Oh God. Blair turned around and Nate began to passionately press his lips against hers. Chuck wanted to throw his martini glass at him. God, he would have done anything to be that guy. The guy Blair loved. The guy Blair wanted. Not just some guy she had meaningless sex with to kill the pain. That's what Chuck was beginning to feel that that's what their relationship was for her. He had fallen head over heels in love with Blair Waldorf and all she simply thought of him as her rebound. He felt jealousy surge through his body until the happy couple broke apart. Ugh. He hated that she loved Nate. And even worse didn't even appreciate her let alone love her.

"Chuck, are you there?" a fourteen-year-old Blair Waldorf hollered, banging on the door to Chuck's suite.

Chuck had invited her over for lunch. It was Chuck's birthday and it was a tradition of theirs to have lunch in Chuck's suite on his birthday

"Hello, Blair", he smirked, swinging open the door, but stopped speaking as he allowed his eyes to skim over her.

She was wearing white tights and a black trench coat. Her curly, brown hair was clipped back and her eyes were tearstained.

"Can I come in?" she questioned, trying her best to not show any signs of weakness and keep her head held high.

"Sure, Waldorf", he replied, eyeing her with concern as she flopped down on Chuck's bed.

Chuck sat beside her as Blair reached onto the nightstand for the room service menu.

"What do you want to order?" Blair asked, trying her best to smile.

"Forget about food", Chuck insisted, "Now tell me what's wrong".

"I'm fine, let's just order", Blair muttered, not making any eye contact with him.

"No", Chuck firmly stated, putting his hand under her chin and bringing her eyes up to meet his, "You're not. I can tell. You've been crying. Tell me what's wrong".

"I don't wanna ruin your birthday. Let's just order", Blair begged.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong, Waldorf", he repeated.

"Fine," she fiercely stated, "You wanna know what's wrong? Nate doesn't love me! That's what's wrong!"

"What?" Chuck gawked as she began sobbing into his coat.

He stroked her hair.

"You heard me, Nate doesn't love me," Blair sobbed.

"What happened?" Chuck asked.

"W-We went to breakfast this morning and I've wanted to tell him for a while now that I love him, but I never had the courage to do it, do you know what I mean?" Blair inquired rhetorically.

"You have no idea", he responded so softly she couldn't hear him.

"Well, I finally told him while we were eating and he said 'Okay'. He said 'Okay'. And then he said he had to go meet his father which is a total lie and paid and then we left", Blair cried.

Chuck began stroking her hair again as she returned to sobbing into his jacket.

"Well, Waldorf, I have to say-" Chuck began.

"You have to say what?" Blair shouted through sobs, "You know what? I really don't wanna hear that you're not surprised and that you knew he loved Serena all along or anything. You're heinous! I can't believe you would even think of saying that when I'm so upset!"

By this time she was on her feet with her hands on her petite hips.

"I have to say that Nathaniel is an idiot", Chuck finished, eyeing her with a smirk.

"Oh," Blair responded.

"If he's too much of an idiot to see how amazing you are he's not worth it", Chuck replied.

"Okay, that's really sweet of you, and I'm sorry I exploded, but please tell me, who are you and what have you done with Chuck Bass?" she giggled.

"Very funny. I have different sides to me", Chuck informed her.

"Well, you learn something new every day", she snorted, drying her tears.

"Shut up and come here, Waldorf. I'm hungry. Let's order", he grinned.

Finally, she swam away, leaving Nate alone and confused. Chuck smirked to himself. Just then a brunette walked up and began talking to him.

"So, you're Chuck Bass?" she questioned.

"I am", he flirtatiously smirked in response, "What have you heard about me?"

"Well-" she began but was cut off by a voice from behind him.

"Aren't you bored with the blackmail already? I can't avoid Nate forever," he heard Blair's voice complain as he whirled around to see the petite brunette angrily glaring at him.

Chuck eyed her, slipping off his sunglasses.

"Excuse me", he stated, dismissing the brunette he was previously speaking to, "I didn't say forever, just until the sight of the two of you together doesn't turn my stomach."

"And when will that be?" Blair retorted.

"Any time, I'm afraid", he smirked, "So unless you want dear Nathaniel to know how you lost your virginity to me in the back of a moving vehicle, I encourage patience and restraint".

"Isn't there someone else you can torture?" she shot back.

"Probably," he explained jumping up, sliding on his sunglasses, and picking up his martini, "But I choose you".

She had no idea what he meant when he said that. He loved her more than anything and would do anything for her. He chose her over all the other girls. He chose her to love. He chose her to be with. He chose her.

A/N: Well, that's chapter three. Review? The next chappie will probably be Chuck's thoughts during the infamous A Thin Line Between Chuck and Nate bar scene.