AN: I was inspired by 'The Serena Also Rises' and quickly jotted this down, so I don't know if it'll be any good. Chuck just needs some love!

Don't own it.

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Everyone finds out.

Chuck snorts as he leans against the Palace bar counter. Like he could trust Humphrey to keep his self-righteous, Brooklyn mouth shut. He closes his eyes as the scotch swirled in its glass. He could hear their simpering voices even now, hours after the news had been posted on Gossip Girl (that bitch).

"Poor thing..."

"Oh, he's so unloved..."

"No wonder he's such a Basshole..."

"It's not your fault..."

He's sick of their pity. He's sick of how they fawn over him like he's broken, fragile. Like he's someone that cares. Chuck scoffs.

Not anymore he doesn't.

It used to hurt a long time ago, when he didn't know about the existence of alcohol and still believed girls had cooties. Obviously, it didn't take him too long to move past Bart's cold, unfeeling stares and the fact that his father didn't love him.

Never had, never will.

Chuck downs the scotch in one gulp, breathing hard. He's heard all of their fake pity, phony condolences, and all he could do is bite down his scathing retort. Because he's a Bass, and it's not like wasn't used to it.

My mother dies giving birth to me and my father hates for killing the only woman he'll ever love. What's there to be sorry for?

Serena gives him a sympathetic glance from on top the steps of the Met. Her steps. Nate nods understandingly, squeezing his shoulder, which was man code for 'I'll be there for you' (because neither of them know how to react). Humphrey babbles on and on about how he's so sorryand Chuck has half a mind to punch him and convince the principal that Brooklyn trash here was so asking for it.

And Blair?

She looks him up and down in her Marc Jacobs shift dress, before smirking knowingly. Her chocolate doe eyes pierces through his heart, his soul (not that Chuck Bass admits ever having either) as she brushes her thumb over his throbbing eye (Humphrey had good reflexes, Chuck would give him that). The moment is brief, far too short for his liking. But it's enough to send the butterflies in his stomach fluttering like crazy.

"I know you don't even care. At least, not anymore you don't. So I won't either"

How was it possible that she could see right through him?

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