A/N: Okay so hi :) this is my first attempt at a multi-chapter fic and i'm not exactly a hundred percent sure where i want to go with this but yeah, it should be exciting and i really want to know what you guys think so read and review with what you think and any ideas as to where i could go with this. xo

-B

"Mother, please. This is ridiculous! And completely pointless, it was just a stupid party! Things got out of hand! Its not like it was my fault!" Blair Waldorf pleaded as the last of her purple Vuitton luggage cases were loaded into the long black limousine parked outside on the street outside her building. Her mother rolled her eyes,

"Blair, we've discussed this. You are going and that is the end of it." Eleanor paused, "You used to be so good, Blair, what happened?"

"Oh, mother! One party?! One party that went a little too far, and you're banishing me?" Blair cried,

"Oh, Blair!" Eleanor Waldorf said in exasperation, "I am not banishing you! Stop being so dramatic!"

"Oh really? Because you're sending me off to Vermont for the entire summer; that sounds an awful lot like banishment to me!"

"Blair Cornelia Waldorf, you are going and that's final." Her mother replied firmly, before smiling slightly, "I'm sure you'll make lots of new friends dear, who knows, there may be some familiar faces too." And with that, Eleanor Waldorf pulled her daughter into a tight but brief embrace, before releasing her and opening the limo door for her. Blair glared at her mother for a moment before reluctantly climbing into the limo.

"I'll see you when you get back," her mother said smiling, "have fun." She said, shutting the door, leaving Blair alone, trapped in the limo that was taking her to her exile.

That limousine felt a lot like a prison all of a sudden.

"Father, I really think that this." Chuck said, indicating to the luggage the doorman was setting down on the pavement outside the hotel, "Is a little excessive." Bart Bass was having none of it; he turned to his son, who was leaning casually up against the wall of the building and sighed, his face stony as per usual, "So was the bill I was greeted with upon my return from Monaco. Charles, I turn a blind eye to an awful lot when it come to you and your…antics," he paused to glare at his son, "But three million dollars in repairs for damage to the hotel, not to mention the amount you spent on alcohol and drugs and hookers. Charles, it went too far." At this, Chuck pushed off the wall, rolling his eyes,

"Yes, so the party got a little out of hand, its nothing we can't afford, so I don't see what the problem is?"

"Of course you don't, Charles. Because despite my best efforts, you're still a boy. Now, Eleanor's limo should be here shortly, so I suggest you stop the whining and just accept it." He paused watching as his son glared at him, leaning back against the wall, Bart sighed again when Chuck reached into his pocket and retrieved a cigarette which he then proceeded to light, lift to his lips and take a long drag from,

"Charles," his father said as he approached his son again, Chuck let out the puff of smoke and Bart coughed slightly,

"Charles!" He said, harsher this time, "It will be good for you." Chuck just rolled his eyes, taking another drag of his cigarette.

Just as he blew out the smoke again, a long, black limo pulled to a stop outside the hotel. Bart smiled thinly as the driver got out in order to help the doorman load Chuck's bags into the boot.

"I don't see why you had to confiscate my limo though," Chuck grumbled as he walked towards his father,

"It was for your own good, Charles. Mrs. Waldorf has very kindly offered to let you travel with her daughter to the camp, I expect you to behave yourself." And with that, Bart Bass, snatched the cigarette from Chuck's hand and turned, walking back into his hotel without any further goodbye. Chuck grumbled audibly as the driver opened the door and he slid onto the leather seats.

It was only when the car started to pull off the pavement that he noticed there was another figure in the limo.

He'd almost forgotten that he'd be sharing the limo with Eleanor's daughter, oh what was her name; Claire was it? Blair. That was it; he smirked to himself as he allowed his gaze to run up and down the girl sat on the other side of the limo, staring intently out of the window.

She was, well she was gorgeous. He thought. Puberty had done a good job with this one that was for sure. Of course, she'd always been elegant, but now, with her soft curves and ivory skin she was entrancing.

He dark chocolate curls were held in place by a simple gold hair band, and her petite body was concealed by a soft brown dress and lacey tights adorned her long, thin legs that were currently crossed as she sat, glaring determinedly out of the limo window.

Blair hadn't even noticed the car stopping, let alone the boy who had slipped quietly into her limo and who was now watching her.

She turned when she felt the heat of his gaze on her back, for a moment she allowed a look of complete confusion to cross her face, before she carefully arched one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows at the boy staring at her from across the small space.

He was handsome, she had to admit.

Very handsome.

And he was looking at her with dark, almost onyx eyes, and a slight smirk playing on his lips as she ran her eyes up and down his figure.

He was wearing a simple suit with a yellow shirt and a bowtie.

He had a strong jaw that and an air about him that was something bordering regal.

He simply oozed confidence, borderline cockiness, she thought to herself. But then it occurred to her,

Her mother hadn't mentioned anything about her travelling with another teenager, had she?

"Who knows, there may be some familiar faces there too"

And just like that Blair Waldorf realized exactly who was sat opposite her.

Chuck Bass.

Son of one of her mothers business partners, Bart, and the Upper East Sides most notorious womanizer.

At this, her eyebrows shot up even further, and, as if on cue, his smirk grew.

"Well, well. Chuck Bass," she said a smile growing across her face, fluttering her dark eyelashes slightly at the lusty eyed boy sat across from her, "It has been a while." She held out her hand expecting him to shake it or…something, what she most defiantly wasn't expecting was for him to take it in his own strong hands and bring in gently up to his soft lips.

Her voice was like honey, he thought, as he kissed her hand.

She was unlike anything he had ever seen. She was breathtaking.

"Blair Waldorf," she drawled, she felt her cheeks flush slightly at this point. Hurriedly, she drew back her hand, Blair Waldorf doesn't blush she thought. But there was just something about the way this boy was looking at her. Nate had never looked at her like that. Not once in their five-year relationship had he even reduced her to blushing by a simple look.

But Chuck Bass didn't need to know that.

"What have they got you doing time for then, Bass?" she asked, regaining her sense.

"Party got out of hand, you know, the normal." He smirked,

That damn smirk, her stomach fluttered slightly,

"What about you, Waldorf? Something tells me that the resident queen of the Upper East Side wouldn't just abandon her throne for the fun of it?" he asked, looking into her chocolate eyes.

At this, she sighed dramatically, "My mother is unreasonable." She replied simply.

"One party gets a little bit out of hand and suddenly, I go from being daughter of the year, to being the worlds biggest embarrassment." She murmured, staring intently out of the window

At this, Chuck raised an eyebrow, "know the feeling," he said, almost softly. They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, before Chuck decided he wanted to know more about the beauty in front of him. The last time they'd seen each other they had been about twelve. He smiled fondly at the memory.

Blair Waldorf laughed easily, a tinkling bell like sound that warmed the hearts of everyone around her as her best friend; Serena Vander Woodsen splashed water from the hot tub the group was currently residing in. Chuck himself was laughing along with something Nathaniel Archibald, another childhood friend of his, had said regarding the sunny haired beauty sat grinning next to Blair.

"I think," Serena said beaming around at the group, "that we should play truth or dare!" At this Blair squealed and the girls erupted into a fresh bout of giggling. The boys exchanged glances, before Chuck smirked,

"Okay then, S, truth or dare?" he said wickedly,

"Hmmm," Serena said, glancing at Blair, before saying, "Truth!" loudly.

"Drunkest you've ever gotten?" Chuck said, grinning wickedly. At this, Serena blushed slightly, "Well…I don't exactly remember…" Serena said, causing Blair to burst into another fit of giggles and Chuck and Nate to exchange amused glances,

"Oh my god! S, that's terrible!" Blair laughed, sounding like she really didn't think it was that terrible at all,

"Fine then, you're go!" Serena said, giggling too,

"Dare." Blair said proudly, Serena looked around for a second before her eyes settled on Chuck,

"Make out with Chuck." She said, smirking, at the mention of his name, Chuck's eyebrows shot up, but seeing the look of fear and embarrassment in the dark haired girls eyes caused him to smirk slightly at her,

"Fine." She said bravely, moving her way around the hot tube until she was stood in front of him. She bit her lip softly before leaning in a brushing her rosy lips against his. He remembered the slight fluttery feeling he got in his stomach at her touch. And when she locked her lips to his in a slightly fiercer manor, he was surprised to find himself returning the kiss eagerly, bringing his hands up to rest on her hips, pulling her towards him as her locked in his hair.

It hadn't been his first kiss.

Not by a long way.

But it had been the first time he'd ever felt that little fluttery feeling.

"You know, it's been a long time since we've done this." He said, moving closer towards her, she turned as she felt him coming closer towards her, she smiled warmly at him, "Yeah, I think the last time I saw you properly, we were-"

"Playing truth or dare in CeCe's hot tub if I remember rightly?" at this, she flushed slightly,

What was wrong with her, an hour in the car with him, and he already had her blushing like a little girl,

"Do you remember?" he smirked, at this she turned towards him, subconsciously edging towards him and closing the gap between them and raising her eyebrows,

"Hmmm," she whispered.

And suddenly, they were so close, and everything around them seemed to disappear,

She new she was playing with fire, but in that moment, she didn't care. It was if all rational thought had been erased from her mind as she leaned in even closer and breathed, "remind me."

And then, the space between them vanished, as his lips crashed against hers. Her hands wound around his neck, locking in his hair and pulling his face closer to hers as she deepened the kiss. His hands found their way to her hips, encircling her waist and pressing her tighter against him as their tongues fought for dominance. Finally, she broke the kiss, pulling back firmly and gasping for breath,

"That was-"

"A mistake." she said firmly, "That was a mistake, I'm...I'm sorry," she said, shuffling away and turning to face stare out the window again, leaving Chuck sat there, still with slightly uneven breaths, in complete and utter bemusement.

TBC...?