Poison Ivy

Chuck's POV

'I knew that having Blondie back would cause even more trouble than I am capable of instigating. But who knew it could be so very entertaining. Who knew that Blair, little miss princess would be reduced to physical violence. Too bad there wasn't a camera there to catch little miss perfect in the act…' I think to myself, leaning back into the cushy seat of my limo. It was a gift from my father, after he missed my sixteenth birthday…But that birthday was not all bad, Blair was there and she gave me the plaid scarf currently around my neck…

'Thinking of Blair, I still need to call her. For once the great Blair Waldorf is asking for my help.' I smirk to myself, knowing that there is no way she can do what I think she is going to do without me.

I pull my blackberry out of my pocket and dial the familiar number.

"Finally!" Oh I like it when she's feisty.

"Well hello to you too. I heard about the field hockey throw down. All those mouth guards and short skirts. I hope someone filmed it." Voicing my thoughts from earlier.

"Ugh, you're heinous." Wow, someone has got her bitch on today. One might actually think that if someone was about to ask for a favor, they would at least try to be civil. But that's Blair.

"Which is probably why you called." I've known she was going to need my help since before this thing even began.

"You know me well." Well it's about damn time she admits it.

"Women like to pretend they're complicated, I know better." And after all the experience I've had, I know most women very well. Even Blair, though she does have her moments. I heard her putting her phone down and ordering around her minions. Ah, the Queen B at work.

"Serena came home for a reason." Finally, she's getting to it.

"One can only guess." Though I have to say, I'm fairly certain that everyone is about to be done guessing if I know Blair like I think I do.

"I'm done guessing. I want answers, and no one likes to be on the ground floor of a scandal like Chuck Bass." I smirk to myself, that girl really does know me, and I can't help the smile that takes over as I register the thought. Ugh I really need to get a grip.

"I am a bitch when I wanna be." There, now I'm finally sounding like myself, I mean so what if she knows me. What is the big fucking deal!

"Opportunity to cause some trouble? Uncover a secret?" Finally, we have gotten around to the favor. I thought it was going to take her forever to get down to it. Blair Waldorf never asks for help. Knowing that she came to me puts that damn smile on my face again. God what I wouldn't do for a scotch right now.

"That's a yes for an answer." Hanging up the phone, I begin to plot my next move. I tap on the window dividing me and my driver; I need to find out exactly what Serena is up to. "Let's turn back to school. I left something important behind." The limo makes a smooth turn and I am on my way to finding out exactly how Serena spends her afternoons.

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We have been driving around for about an hour, but we have finally found Blondie. And she's….going into the Ofstroff center? Well, I always knew that girl had problems, hell we all do, but I had no idea about this!

"This is way too good" I say to myself, reaching into my pocket for my cell and taking pictures of the new "good girl". I immediately know that I need to tell Blair about this, so I quickly dial her number for the second time in less than one day.

"Mom, how's Paris?" I smirk, she must be with Nathaniel.

"You're not going to believe where I found our little princess." Blair has no idea how much she owes me for this.

"Really," God I love it when the bitch comes out. There is nothing sexier than plotting, bitchy Blair. It is the one time where we are always on the same wave-length. I cannot wait to see what she has planed for Serena. Whatever it is, I want in.

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Later that very afternoon, I find myself in Blair's bedroom. Well, I got to remember this. After all the years of our "friendship" I never once got to step foot in her room. She was always afraid that I carry some sort of STD or something. But really, after some of the girls I have sex with, does she really think I wouldn't get myself checked?

"I have to admit, this is good. Even for me." I smirk as I look at the pictures over her shoulder. The scent of her perfume invades my sense. God I want to just reach down and inhale. But that would be pushing the boundaries, even for me. Blair would never speak to me again anyway. Damn I wish I had a scotch right now. Too bad all Blair has in this house is all that pussy alcohol.

"If you weren't such a perv I'm sure the CIA would hire you in a second." Wow I really am a bad influence on her, as I look at our matching smirks.

"Serving my country; that's a future I never imagined." I smirk wider thinking of all the possibilities the spy gear could bring.

"With good reason!" I will never admit this to anyone, but I love our banter; no one else is able to keep up. "What is she doing there?"

"What's anyone doing there? It's a facility for the disturbed or addicted."

"You must have your own wing." I can't help but chuckle to myself. Only she would have the balls to say that to my face.

"You don't get nearly enough credit for your wit." Too bad Nathanial can't see what's in front of his God damn face. "So the question is, what do you do now?"

"Well, I was thinking; total social destruction." I smirk; there's the bitch I know and…well…never mind…

"And here I thought you were going soft…" After one look in her mocha eyes, I feel myself melt a little on the inside. Oh fuck, this cannot be happening. It is just a stupid fluke or something. As if I really feel anything for Blair Waldorf. I really need to get my fucking act together; after all, I'm Chuck Bass. "So this is your bed huh?" I can see the small smile on her face, but it is gone just as quickly as it came.

"Leaving! Now!" Well, I had to try it.

"Fine you can repay me another time." Ha; I can't help but laugh to myself. The day Blair Waldorf has sex with me, is the day Serena shaves her head.

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"Can you please explain how Serena is commandeering the Yale rep when you're supposed to be his usher!" Wow, the day just started and she's already bitching at me. But I have to admit, I wouldn't want her any other way. Looking at her in her jacket and pearls, she looks more like a society wife than ever before. What would it take to get her to finally loosen up.

"I switched," staring at the gorgeous older woman, "I'm trying to get into Princeton." The look on Blair's face is worth the smack I am going to get for that comment. "Aw don't get your La Perla's in bunch. Look who's arrived, Dr. Ostroff. Dr. Donald Osrtoff, Blair; Blair, Dr. Ostroff."Gesturing at each one in turn.

"Such a pleasure, I've heard such wonderful things about you!" There is no way in hell I am going to miss this. It is going to be the scandal of the month. And nothing is sexier than a girl getting her revenge…