IMPORTANT: So here's the deal guys, I'm basically swamped right now. Last semester I went for about two months or so without updating and I don't want that to happen again. I really enjoy writing so I am going to make a serious effort to update once a week. All three stories will be updated every Sunday evening if I have something to post (This week will just be Remember and Nothing, Games next week I promise). I love you guys so much for being so patient and understanding. *hugs*
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or its characters
Rated: T mostly for language. This one isn't really M but it is a pretty high T lol.
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Chuck wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull her into his embrace; to comfort her. How could he have done this; how could he have screwed up again? But she didn't want him to. Or maybe she did but she wasn't about to let herself want him to. When she ran out of the library he had to follow; his heart didn't give him a choice but her sudden tears had surprised him. That had been the last thing that he had wanted; to upset her again hurt him almost more than he could handle.
Then tell me how could you do this? How could you bring me back here; make it even harder for me to tell you to leave me alone. It's not fair to me Chuck to be the proverbial punching bag. Her words were still ringing in his ears; echoing back and forth around his seemingly empty head. He had tried to tell her after that; tried to tell her that he loved her. It had been a last ditch effort because regardless of the fact that he wanted to wait until he could make it special for her; he thought that maybe those words could fix what he had broken, fix Blair.
He had sworn to make it right even though she had told him that she had been wrong about him; that he was exactly the failure that he thought he was. So when she had asked him to walk away he had. Blair could be happy with him, he knew she could. They never had a shot though; not a real one. Everytime they got close something went wrong. He was going to fix that though. He was going to make everything better again.
He had started with getting back into school. Now she was going to be seeing him everyday. He wasn't going to allow her to avoid him. Chuck had plans to be at her classroom doors when she got out of class, to walk her to her next one. He knew she wasn't going to like it but he would be the perfect gentlemen. He would talk to her even when she didn't talk back. There would also be gifts every day. Flowers on her desk, chocolates in her locker, and jewelry in her bag. Everything was planned out and he was going to win her back. He was going to be there every moment possible and eventually Blair would give in, he knew her.
Then there was always part two of his plan. Getting back his company. Once he had done that, Blair would see that he wasn't the same irresponsible guy. She would know that he really had grown up and if all of his other plans had not worked that would. First, he needed to find out which of the board members hadn't voted against him and which ones had. He had picked up on Mr. Litton's hint that that had indeed been the case with the Morality Clause. From the way the lawyer had spoken it was possible that there was only one person that he actually needed to convince; one person to flip the vote. He had a pretty good idea of one person that had voted for him to keep the company, Dorothea Hamilton. She had practically been his grandmother when he was a kid. It was possible that he could get her to tell him who else had voted in his favor. Then he would be able to assess his options and take action.
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Chuck could honestly say that going to the hair salon had not been in his itinerary this morning. Yet here he was sitting down to have his hair trimmed and styled while Dorothea Hamilton had her coloring redone. Chuck had spotted the older lady the minute he walked in the building and had paid the woman working the register extravagant amounts of money to get his hair done at this boutique which normally required appointments be made years in advance and had coughed over even more money to secure a spot next to Mrs. Hamilton.
Her eyes were closed as the hairdressers colored her hair; so Chuck sat down quietly in the next chair; allowing his hair dresser to get started. "I just want a little bit of a trim." He said quietly. The hairdresser nodded and moved away to gather supplies.
"Charles Bass, I didn't expect to see the likes of you here." Mrs. Hamilton said, opening her eyes and looking directly at him. "Well that's not entirely true."
Chuck jumped a little, he was surprised that she had recognized his voice. "Mrs. Hamilton," Chuck said nodding his head in her direction. "It's a pleasure; but if I might ask, why aren't you surprised to see me?"
The older woman chuckled. "Oh Charles, you are your father's son. I knew that you would think to approach me once you thought things through. The hair salon wasn't the location I expected but I suppose it's as good as any."
Chuck shook his head. The looks of the woman were deceiving to say the least. Looking at her one would most likely think that she was an grandmother, the cookie baking type. Chuck didn't doubt that she would do that if she had grandchildren but the part that no one would expect is the sharp brain beneath the surface. Mrs. Hamilton had a quick wit and new the business better than just about anyone. That coupled with her ability to read people made her a force to be reckoned with and Chuck shouldn't have underestimated her. "So what can you tell me?" Chuck asked knowing that she would pick up on what he was saying.
"Well Charles, it doesn't look good." She said as the hair dresser continued working on her and Chuck's hair dresser returned.
"Damn it." Chuck hissed.
Mrs. Hamilton narrowed her eyes. "Language Charles."
"Sorry." Chuck muttered, looking down. "How bad is it?" He asked, looking back up.
Her eyes softened, she had never been able to really scold Charles when he was a kid. The poor thing hadn't had a mother so she had tried to help him along but he would always turn on those puppy dog eyes and her heart would melt. "The vote was 8-5."
Chuck's eyes lit up. "That's not too bad, that's only two people."
"They were all fairly intractable. I convinced both Mr. Jamison and Mr. Richardson to vote in your favor, Mr. Keaton and Mr. Hardin voted for you, and then you know you had my vote. But the rest would simply not change their minds."
Chuck gritted his teeth as he thought about who else was on the board. "Wait, Ms. King voted against me?"
Mrs. Hamilton nodded her head. "Yes, that was a curious one. I was counting on her as one of my seven but she was firm from the start. She immediately sided with Mr. and Mrs. Fleming."
At this point Chuck looked in the mirror. What in the world had the hairdresser done to his hair. It was almost as short as it had been his junior year and the woman was still going at it. He raised up his hand. "Stop cutting." When she hesitated he continued. "Put the scissors down before you do anymore damage." She did as he told and he stood up. He turned to Mrs. Hamilton. "Thank you for your information, you've been very helpful."
As he started to leave she stopped him. "Oh, Charles, the only one that I thought that I might be able to convince was Mr. Hargrove, but I didn't see the point at the meeting without Ms. King. So if you can get Ms. King, I believe Mr. Hargrove might be persuaded." The older woman actually smirked as she said this.
Chuck nodded his head before heading out of the god awful hair salon. This was good, he had somewhere to start now; something to do with his time. He would get the company back, he would get Blair back, and he would for once in his life be happy. There was a lot of work to be done and as he walked out the door he called the florist. "Hello, yes this is Chuck Bass, I have a special request . . . "
Spotted: C leaving a boutique on the UES with a new haircut. Not his normal barber to say the least, wonder what he's up to now. I'll be the first to know, and you'll be the second.
xoxo
gossip girl
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A/N: I know it wasn't really long but I hope you all enjoyed it. As always, reviews are appreciated.