Author's Note: Well, I know this is a CB centric story, but this chapter won't be focused on them. It will be more focused on Chuck as a person. This chapter is right before he calls Bart in the bar and while he calls Bart. So basically that whole scene. Anyway, on with the story.
Disclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl, the next new episode would be next Monday rather than in two weeks.
Chuck Bass sat a bar, slowly sipping on his scotch.
He sighed, Blair's words still echoing in his head.
Chuck had one reason and one reason only he wanted Serena as Queen Bee rather than Blair. He wanted her to come to him. Last year he wanted to be anything but Blair's last resort, but now, he didn't care. As long as she was his.
He looked on as the girl he so desperately loved walked dejectedly away from her friends and glared at him.
"Watching you fail spectacularly gives me so much joy," Chuck smirked, not sure himself if the comment was sarcastic or not.
"And you know what you give to everybody else, Chuck? Misery. There's a reason you're always out here alone," Blair coldly started.
"Nate just happens to be away at his grandparents'" Chuck spat.
"Nate is only friends with you out of habit! The only person with fewer friends than you is Dan Humphrey and even his lame, '90s dad likes him. And that's because he's something you'll never be. A human being", Blair icily mused before leaving Chuck isolated with his thoughts and his heart broken into a thousand tiny pieces.
Chuck took yet another sip from his glass.
The sad part was, it was true. No one really did care about him. All he ever did was bring misery to people. And he knew it.
He was a manipulative asshole. He didn't deny it. But no one quite knew why. No one understood that he wasn't born this way.
Chuck Bass is a human being. Not everyone may knew it, but it was true. He had a heart. He could hurt. He could cry. He could feel pain.
He took another sip of his scotch and allowed it to slowly burn his throat.
All he ever wanted was to be loved. By someone. Anyone. He wanted someone to see that it was just a façade. He cared.
As long as he could remember, his father hated him. It wasn't his fault that his mother died giving birth to him. It truly wasn't.
Everyone is loved at some point, even if it's just as a baby. But not Chuck. While other children's births brought bliss and happiness, Chuck's brought death and misery. He was born into the world unloved.
He supposed that's how it would always be. He was destine to be alone. Alone and miserable.
Chuck looked up as a petite brunette with curly hair in a short bronze dress entered.
Chuck Bass slept around for two reasons.
One, he would always be completely and utterly in love with Blair Waldorf. And she would never feel the same way.
Two, he had to get love from somewhere. Early on, he learned that he would never be loved back.
Blair would always choose Nathaniel. His mother was dead. And his father would rather love anyone but him. He would always be alone. So he had to get companionship from somewhere. Something about it just made him feel like he was wanted. As if for a few moments he was something other than an unloved asshole who brought misery upon all who knew him.
Everyone hated him and he knew it. Blair had been right on target.
He gulped down more scotch. He was near breaking point and he knew it.
Chuck pulled out his cell phone and eyed it. He needed to talk to someone. Anyone. He needed someone to tell him that they cared. That he wasn't worthless. He knew it would be a lie. But he needed to hear it. He needed someone to lie to him.
His father had just gotten in from Luxembourg. He wasn't sure if it was an aneurism or just a lack of judgment, but as he examined the phone, he decided to call. Maybe, just maybe, Bart would show some form of sympathy.
The phone rang until finally Bart answered.
"Yeah?" he grumbled into the phone.
Saying he sounded unenthusiastic was understatement of the year. As completely cheesy and pathetic as it sounded, Chuck felt his heart break. He could at least pretend to care.
"Good to hear your voice too, dad," Chuck sarcastically grumbled.
"What is it, Chuck?" his father sighed exasperatedly.
"I remembered you were flying in tonight, and I was wondering if we could have a drink," Chuck drawled.
"Why? What kind of trouble are you in?" Bart immediately assumed.
"Is it unimaginable for a son to just want to sit and talk with his father?" Chuck sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Chuck, I'm tired, I'm jetlagged-" Bart began, but was interrupted by call waiting, "And I have to take this call," he finished.
"Okay, well, maybe later," Chuck suggested, but simply got the dial tone in response.
"Good talking to you to, dad," he muttered, feeling completely and utterly dejected.
Chuck felt an hallow pit forming in his stomach. There was no way to deny it. It had always been true and it would always be true.
Chuck Bass was born to be alone and unloved.
A/N: I realize this was a really short chapter, but I worked really hard on it. Please review and let me know what you think!