Summary: What would happen if Blair Waldorf just moved from Paris to New York City?

Rating: T (mostly for language)

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or any of the characters . . . but a girl can dream right?

Author's Note: Since some people reviewed my story, I decided that it was worth continuing! I decided that my chapters are going to be somewhat short, but they will be updated frequently. I have just been very busy with other activities, so I cannot make my chapters very long (unless you want them to come out once every month). Thanks again to everyone who read and reviewed it!

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"Chuck!" Nate shouted from the sidewalk. He wondered what was up with his oldest friend; he had never seen Chuck look so bewildered.

Glancing out of his dark brown eyes, Chuck quickly strutted over to where Nate Archibald was standing. "Good morning, Nathanial."

"What is up with you man? You were standing by the entrance to the school blocking some of the students from entering. Didn't you hear the snide remarks they were saying about you?" Nate questioned.

"Nathanial, once again I have no idea what you are talking about?" Chuck utterly didn't have any idea what he was speaking of. He remembered watching Blair pull Serena to the front of the school, but he only stared intently for a minute at least. Right? Obviously if Nate (the most unobservant person on the face of the Earth) had noticed Chuck standing there it must have been more than three minutes. Damn, what was this new girl doing to him? Chuck Bass never openly stares at anyone! What was it about her that initiated this behavior? Knowing that Nate was awaiting more information, Chuck quickly said the first thing that came to mind. "Oh, I don't know. I think I am a little hung-over."

Watching as Nate shook his head in response, Chuck silently let out a sigh. Boy was he lucky Nate bought his bullshit.

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"Everyone I would like to welcome Miss. Waldorf. She has just moved here from Paris, and we are very fortunate she has decided to attend our school." As Blair waved to her new pupils, Mrs. Williams pointed Blair to an unoccupied seat in the back.

Walking down the aisle to her newly awaited desk, Blair quickly spotted who she would be sitting next to. And boy was she devastated to find out it was none other than Chuck Bass and another cute boy with dirty blonde hair. Smiling at the baby blue-eyed boy, Blair turned and gave a withering glare to her other companion. Smirking, Chuck Bass returned the stare with a seductive element of his own. Blair felt herself blushing and quickly took her seat, much to Chuck's satisfaction.

"Waldorf. Always a pleasure." Chuck greeted smoothly.

"Bass. However, unfortunately, I cannot say the same about you."

As Chuck and Blair continued in their stare down, Nate looked on completely oblivious to their little game. "Hi, Blair Waldorf. My name is Nathanial Archibald, but I go by Nate." He stated in a friendly tone.

Reluctantly both Chuck and Blair looked over at the dashing all-American beauty. Putting on a fake smile, Blair responded to Nate's introduction. "Well it is nice to meet you Nate. I think I recall Serena talking about you earlier this morning." Remembering the events of that morning, Blair felt a warm smile spread across her well made-up face. She quickly faced the front of the classroom, as Mrs. Williams began to introduce the lesson for the day.

Unfortunately, her concentration was interrupted, as a pencil was catapulted underneath her desk. Bending down to pick up the wooden object, she heard a sneaker coming from Chuck's seat. Peering out of her peripheral vision, she could see Chuck Bass staring at her butt. She inwardly groaned. Of course "the pencil under the desk" was one of the oldest tricks in the book. How could she have fallen for that? Picking up the pencil, she began to scan the room to make sure no one was watching. Then she placed the pencil in her thumb and index finger and slung the object to her left, laughing hysterically as the object bounced of a certain someone's head.

"Nice ass Waldorf." Chuck Bass stated, as he picked up the fallen pencil and placed it on the corner of his desk.

Whirling around in order to make eye contact, Blair quickly responded to Chuck's immature behavior. "Chuck, I don't know if you are going to understand this, but I am not interested in you or your gigantic ego. So you can just piss off."

"My, my. Such language Waldorf." Chuck pretended to cover his mouth, as his chocolate irises widened.

"And your one to speak. You are such a hypocrite!" Blair practically screamed, which caused the whole class to turn and stare. Blair turned around in her chair, as her cheeks began to turn a bright cherry red.

"Miss. Waldorf is there something you would like to share with the class?" Mrs. Williams asked with an accusatory look in her eyes.

"Oh I am so sorry to disturb your teaching Mrs. Williams. I was just assuring Chuck here, that the letter B does come after the letter A in the alphabet. Unfortunately, he had gotten confused." Blair responded, as the whole class began to laugh.

And even through all of the snickers and giggles Blair still managed to hear Chuck threaten, "This is so not over Waldorf."

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After class was over, Blair made her way to the restroom to reapply her dashing red lipstick. As she reached her destination, she felt someone forcefully grab her wrist. Spinning around, she put on a wicked glare for the cause of her stopping. Seeing who it was, she began to widen the smirk until it spread from ear to ear.

"I misjudged you Waldorf." Chuck Bass murmured. "I thought that a girl like you would've had a better comeback than that, especially considering it involved the alphabet."

"Don't be such a hypocrite, Bass. 'The pencil under the desk trick,' what could be more juvenile that that?" Blair softly questioned.

"Blair, you don't have to pretend that you are not fazed by my wit and good looks. I know that you have that cold, bitchy exterior, but inside you are actually falling for me. It's okay. It isn't your fault. Girls fall for me all the time; I'm used to it." Chuck Bass stated, while shrugging his shoulders as if to say it happens frequently.

As she crossed her arms across her torso, Blair willingly responded to his false assumption. "What if I told you that I am just a bitch – inside and out? That I don't have some bitchy exterior to keep my most prized secrets hidden." Just as Chuck began to open his mouth, Blair finished her statement. "And as for girls falling for you . . . I am 99.9 percent sure that most of those 'girls' are hoes that you pay to perform services – ones I don't wish to discuss. So there Chuck Bass, you think I don't know much about you, see that is where you are wrong. I know that you are a womanizing, bastard who doesn't respect young women. Trust me I did my research." Blair sighed in relief, as her speech came to an end.

But Chuck wouldn't let her get the last word. "Oh, and don't think I know about you, Miss. Waldorf. You were born and raised on the outskirts of Paris with your dad and his 'partner.' Since your dad and Roman were getting tired of your constant presence, they insisted you move to New York City and live with your unloving mother. You reluctantly obliged. You've only had one boyfriend, Carter Baizen, but dumped him after you found out he was just trying to get in your pants. You are just a young lady who longs for someone to love and cherish your existence. Unfortunately for you sweetheart, I highly doubt you will find what you're looking for in this crummy, old city." Satisfied with his own speech, Chuck turned around heading to the courtyard, leaving Blair with tears slowly falling down her face.

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I know this chapter may show Chuck in a bad light, but trust me it will get better! Please REVIEW! : D