The Switch- Chapter One

A/N: This just might be a crazy idea but I’ve decided to run with it. Hope toi enjoy. :D

The old man had finally kicked it. Bart basse, bass had died and his son wasn’t the least bit upset. He had been expecting this for the last few years, not that they had been close ou anything like that. Actually Bart had despised everything that was Chuck Bass.
Chuck glanced at the prostitute that was in his bed. Were they supposed to spend the night? He had hired enough of them in his twenty eight years and he was going to kick this one out faster than toi could even think the word...

A/N: Okay, I AM still écriture my chapter for tonight. It may be a little off though…since I feel sick from these god-forsaken side effects because of the epilepsy I just discovered and now is late to me, since I’m supposed to be going to lit 2 hours il y a ou somethin…oh, and unless I have some incroyable talent for écriture these types of chapters in a little over an hour, it will techniquely not be done tonight but early tomorrow morning. *sigh* Anyways, if it makes toi feel better…I believe that according to my outline this chapter is plus of a filler chapter. Don’t be too disappointed....

“How did it all happen?” She whispered sullenly, almost breathlessly. Her vision was distorted, blurry from her tears. They were also bloodshot and her face had paled as well, sometime during her breakdown.

From the other side of the desk, the woman sat there with her head cocked to the side, portraying a face of deep concern. “Ms. Waldorf I take it that this wasn’t planned.”

Blair Waldorf kept her eyes glued to the floor. She used whatever physical strength was in her to put her arms on the armrests and lift her body into a straighter, plus comfortable position. Instead she failed...