I Love Chuck Bass

Chapter 6: Bully Bully on the Block

When the mail came this morning, a letter addressed 'To The Parents of Melody Anderson' came with it. Using the letter opener, I slit it open. Inside, the letter heading read St. Josephine School for the Gifted. In this case the gifted were the kids who had money. In my case, it was scholarly loans.

The leader read:

Dear Parents of Miss Anderson,

It has been brought to my recent attention that a misconduct issue involving a Miss Chelsea Davingnon has gotten out of control. The issue at hand has been brought to my attention by a member of the board of trustees. If the issue isn't immediately resolved, I will be forced to take rash action. Suspension is the next step.

Sincerely,

Dean Arnold Flurry

What? Me? Suspended? I AM THE VICTIM HERE! I let out a shriek into my pillow and dialed Crystals cell phone number.

She answered on the third ring.

"Yeaassss??? How'd it go?" She answered.

"Suspension. They're threatening suspension." I responded.

"WHAT THE HECK!" she yelled into my ear. "You're not even giving into it why are you being punished?"

"That's what I said!" she giggled "So listen. Can I sit by you at lunch?"

"Yeah sure. You don't even need to ask. Why though?"

"Because apparently that's where I 'target' her" I quoted Mr. Flurry our elderly principal who missed the glory days so much that he wore a tupé. He called me into his office earlier today to inform me that my "actions" were getting out of hand. He told me my "parents" would receive a letter about the next step. I am an emancipated minor and he thinks that my "parents" will punish me for my "wrong doings". Fat chance in hell.

"That's ridiculous. I got to go though and so do you! Gossip Girls on in TEN!"

"OH CRAP! You are absolutely right, see you at school! Kisses!" with that we ended the call.

I had the channel preset to 14. I always preset the TV before I leave for school on Thursday, Gossip Girl night, and this week was special. Not only is their no football game, but no competition, and no practice and I had a house to myself to gush over the wonderful Chuck Bass and the Lost Weekend.

The episode preview last week revieled a new character and a complicated relationship with one Serena Van Der Woodsen. I think this new girl might be Gossip Girl!

Who ever she was I was in desperate need of a good lost weekend myself. I had been thinking a lot about what happened over break.

Owen wasn't really speaking to me other than the occasionally 'shut up Mel' in the hallway. We rarely even made eye contact. It's only been a week since the kiss. He said it meant nothing to him.

When I found my car the next day, I had a piece of paper plastered to my windshield. A leaflet from the confetti canons the night before. But it wasn't just any leaflet. It was a blast. A Gossip Girl blast announcing the new season. I wondered then how many of these leaflets were so easily spread across Times Square.

Once again, I wondered what it must be like to be Blair Waldorf. To have everything you ever wanted and get anything you want with the drop of a hat. To go anywhere in New York and have everyone know your name.

"You don't know who I am?" Says Chuck on the screen, glass in hand, eyes dark like night. "I'm Chuck Bass."

"I love you Chuck Bass!!!" I yell at the screen. The elevator dings and in walks Owen, smug smile on his face. There is no way he heard me professing my love to a television screen from the elevator and then I realize he smiles because he loves himself.