"Sangre Azul"
By SnowyOwl17 and Tenshi noyo ryu taiga aka Peyton Leigh
Disclaimer: We do not own Roswell or Gossip Girl. The "Gossip Girl" we set up for this fic (the email) is in no way the real Gossip Girl.
Summary: When Liz Parker's parents get a divorce, she has to move all the way to NYC where she has to meet and blend in with Chuck Bass and the Upper East Side. Problem is, in New York, everyone loves a good scandal. And what bigger scandal is there than the Chuck Bass... taken? Seems like everyone's going to be watching Gossip Girl for this scoop.
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Chapter Two:
Chuck smoothly stepped out of his car. There was yet another Gala coming up and the newly merged Bass and Van der Woodsen family were required to attend their first ball together. Not his idea of a good time, but there was sure to be something entertaining to do this evening... or someone.
Chuck outwardly smirked at this thought.
He had already finished getting his new tuxedo fitted and now he just needed a watch and cufflinks before he went in search of something to hold his attention. One of the few things he disliked about the summer time was the constant heat. Although… the upside would definitely have to be the latest styles that women wore. Warm weather…lighter clothing that showed off more skin.
There definitely were upsides to the summer weather.
He smirked to himself as he looked a blonde up and down as she walked by him. His smirk widened slightly when she turned her own gaze on him.
Yes, life was good when you were Chuck Bass.
He stepped away from his car and turned toward the other side of the street to find a coffee shop or a café. He stopped in his tracks as he took in the sight of the beautiful brunette sitting at one of the outside tables. Her hair was down, straight as a pin, but he had to admit…it looked good on her. Her green tinted Gucci sun glasses were perched on top of her head, which caused her hair to expose her long neck. She looked every inch as rich as the Upper East Side Elite with her designer clothing and accessories.
She seemed to have acquired all of the important ones as well; Jimmy Choo hand bag, Manolo Blahnik shoes, and his favorite, that very attractive, black Chanel dress. It showed off the curve of her breast and the rounding of her hips perfectly.
Annoyingly, he heard Nate's voice in his head calling him gay. Chuck was not gay. He just held a certain appreciation for designer clothing… and the women in them.
Anyway, it looked like his day had just started looking up. He smirked as his mind came up with all of the devious things he could do to her.
Nathaniel and his shopping could wait.
He took in more details as he walked across the street, not even caring about the honking of angry drivers. And why should he? He practically owned this town.
As he got closer he realized that he hadn't seen her around the Upper East Side before. It was an unusual observation considering he knew many people, especially of the female variety; after all he was a Bass. Also, she fit the perfect picture of an elite heiress. She could be another Jenny Humphrey, but those were designers she was wearing and they were definitely not knock offs. When you see the real deal day in and day out, it was easy to spot fakes.
He made his way over to her table and stood over her making sure that he cast a shadow over her meal. He waited until she acknowledged him and looked up to reach for the chair that was placed across from her and position it so that he would now be sitting next to her.
He watched as one of her eyebrows rose elegantly.
"Can I help you?"
He smirked as he realized that she must be a new addition to the Upper East Side if she didn't recognize him. "Probably," he said as he held back any indication that he was amused at the fact that she had no idea who he was, "I'm Chuck Bass."
There. Now she would be falling at his feet. After all, who could deny a Bass; he was good looking and he had the bank account to match.
He waited for the recognition; the seductive smile to grace her face as she realized that she was in the presence of someone who could possibly raise her social standings.
And he waited.
Nothing.
"And you, Chuck Bass, are sitting here because…?"
He was momentarily stunned, but hid it well. She was saying that to him? As if he were some Brooklyn riff-raff and not Chuck Bass.
This was not going as planned. He should be dropping blatant innuendoes and she should be suggesting that they go back to his place. Instead she was just looking at him like he was intruding on her peaceful afternoon.
"There are no other seats available," he tried a new approach. Such a statement considering the environment would surely tell her that he was interested in her.
He had come to the conclusion that she was obviously one of the more oblivious women that he had come into contact with. It was annoying yet refreshing at the same time. Annoying in the sense that normally women were aware of him and his interest the moment he looked at them. Yet, it was refreshing in the way that told him she had not been touched by the obvious down sides of the Upper East Side Elite. She was one of the ones that still remained innocent in the ways in which the Uppers East Side worked.
Her action of pointedly taking in the empty tables around them was a bit of a contradiction to the image that she had given him mere moments ago. She obviously knew that he was hitting on her, she probably came from money, she now knew that he was a Bass, and yet she did nothing.
She just sat there…annoyed with him. This had never happened before…
"Allow me to rephrase my earlier statement. There are no other seats available near such a stunning show of beauty," he threw on the Bass charm heavier than he normally would.
No one could resist the Bass charm. It was physically impossible. He had seen many try and he had seen even more fail.
The entire situation should have been easy after that. She would gush at his charm. He would get her number before taking her back to his apartment and afterward, she would sit by the phone waiting for him to call.
She looked at him as if she wanted to roll her eyes.
This woman was infuriating. There was no way that she was going to do what no other woman had even thought of doing in the past.
"Sure, go ahead and sit."
He smirked at her statement. That was more like it.
"But if you want beauty, you'll have to go elsewhere," she dismissed him.
He sat there stunned momentarily; before he turned his gaze back to her and watched her walk away. He had never been dismissed before. That was usually his doing not the other way around.
There was one thing for sure…Chuck Bass did not get dismissed, turned down, ignored or otherwise.
He would have her.
After all he was Chuck Bass.
And what Chuck Bass wanted…Chuck Bass got.
C doesn't look too happy at being denied. Look out New Girl, once a Bass has you in his sights you don't get out until he says so.
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