Ok readers this is my first fanfic so I appreciate any feedback good or bad (though I hope for more good than bad) This chapter is basically just setting up the story so its not the most interesting buuuuut if things turn out the way I am planning them then there will be some serious "say what?" moments throughout this story. thank you and remember your three R's read rate and review...and an F lol if you wanna add it to your favorites

She was Blair Waldorf. But he was Chuck Bass. And though she would never admit it, the moment she heard Chuck say," You, me, no limits." She knew, she knew that this war was one she was going to lose.

Strategy is key in war, and if there was one thing that Blair did best it was strategizing. As a child she would often play chess with her father, and at the tender age of six Harold's little Blair Bear had claimed her first victory. Now her skills were being put to the test by the one person she didn't want to fight.

However her dearest Chuck was no stranger to this game of theirs either, and he was quite clear on the stakes this time. No longer was he simply seeking his Queen B's bed, or her heart. No, now he wanted her head, and he would have it one way or another. Two of the most powerful people on the Upper East Side were going to duke it out, winner take all. And everyone already knows that a Bass always gets what he wants, but a Waldorf never loses.

The first move is always important; it sets the tone for battles yet to come. Yet, striking the first blow can also be a disadvantage, to harsh and things could be escalated far more than either side wanted to go, but going to soft in the attack and the opponent will see it as weakness. So it had been decided Blair's first move, would be no move. Instead she thought to show Chuck by staying out of his territory and away from his empire, that this war was unnecessary and they could simply call it at a standoff. No one need lose, no battles need be fought, they could just continue on as though the other did not exist. Her attempt to appease the Beastly Bass by staying in the comfort of Columbia grounds most hours of the day, and within her apartments four walls in the evenings did nothing but give inspiration to her once would be King.

Staring out at the emblazoned city, from his empty suite, with his customary glass of scotch in hand, Chuck dropped Columbia's course catalog onto the bar. He knew what Blair was doing and he would show her that this time there will be no armistice, only total destruction. Raising his drink as he would in a toast, he drained its contents in a single gulp before saying,"Alright Blair let the games begin." All the while tucked away in her ivory tower the mighty Queen B didn't see the storm coming in or who was bringing it.

Good morning Upper East Sidders

Looks like Queen B better summon the troops after C's lesbian switcheroo wounding both her pride and school cred at last night's Hamilton House Party. Seems like Bass means business this time and between these two generals it could get nuclear. Be careful of the fallout kiddies. Your move Blair.

You know you love me

XOXO

Gossip Girl

Mother Chucker! "Serena!" For goodness sake she just couldn't seem to escape the constant reminder not only of her public loss to that Basshole but also that Chuck did in fact mean war and now everyone knew about it. "Yes Blair?" her blond friend asked as she poked her head into her best friend's bedroom.

"Have you seen this Gossip Girl post?"

A sheepish look crossed her face as she fully stepped into Blair's room; Serena had been hoping to make it out the door before Blair had seen it. Looking as meticulously put together as ever sitting stoically at her desk, the only proof of Blair's anger was in her eyes. There was no escape, now she had to listen to an undoubtedly long rant on Chuck. So sighing she replied,"Ya B I saw it."

"Ugh can you believe that bow tie wearing cad? How dare he involve Columbia in this stupid war of his." Of course Serena understood why her friend was upset, but Chuck was her stepbrother and her friend, she couldn't let Blair believe she wasn't at fault here too. "I know that bringing this to school was pretty low Blair, but Chuck does have a right to be angry after that whole Eva fiasco."

It was true and Blair knew it. That didn't mean that she wanted to acknowledge the fact, or need her supposed best friend to remind her that she had in all reality brought the wrath of one Charles Bass down on herself. The moment the words escaped her lips Serena wished she could take them back. By the stiffening of her shoulders and hardening of her eyes Serena knew she had just done something highly unforgivable to Blair. She had defended her enemy; betrayal did not go much farther than that to the Waldorf. Loyalty was something she depended on and if you were not loyal, well then you were no better than her enemy. Turning to look away from her blond companion Blair simply said," I see, perhaps you should go congratulate our dear Chuck in a job well done then."

Only chancing a glance into her friends chocolaty orbs as she retreated from the room Serena felt perhaps it might be best to stay with her mother for a few days to let Blair forget her careless words. No goodbyes were spoken between the friends as she left, and while Blair knew Serena was not to blame and did not rightly deserve her anger, Blair could not seem to push away her pride and apologize. It had been several minutes after Serena had made her exit before Blair had moved from her seat. Even then she didn't go far, to the bathroom, the only place left where she was still in control. And with no one around to hear her, Blair purged herself of her breakfast and oddly enough her guilt, at least for now. Staring into the mirror after having rinsed her mouth Blair took a deep breath and said,"Alright Bass let the games begin."