Anna's POV
I sit in a bar, not sure where I am or even if I'm awake. I can't tell if it's day or night. Nothing. It's like my whole world has fallen apart. I pick up my phone, but then realize that I have no one to call.
As I get down off of the bar stool and stumble a little. I nearly fall on my face. In fact, I would have if someone hadn't caught my arm.
"Thanks," I slur, standing up straight. Well, attempting to.
"Hey, do you need any help?" a male voice says.
"No, no. I'm fine" I wave my hand. The man in front of me is very blurry. All I can make out is a mob of curly brown hair.
"You don't look fine," his voice sound concerned. "Here come, with me." I feel a hand take my upper arm and I don't resist. I feel the urge to pass out in
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I wake up on a hard couch, not very comfy. My head is pounding, like shards of knives are crashing around inside it, trying to find a way out. But, other than that, my mind seems a lot clearer.
Once again, I wonder where I am. When I look around, it just hurts my head, so instead, I lay low and close my eyes for a bit. I hear a door open and close, so I open my eyes.
A man about my age, with curly, dark brown hair and hazel eyes glances over at me. He raises his eyebrows and walks over to me.
"Hey," he says, like we've known each other for years. "Are you okay?"
"Better," I say. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"My name is Dan Humphrey," he says. "And you are in my wonderful flat in Brooklyn, New York."
"I knew I was in New York. I'm not stupid."
"Yes, but you were pretty drunk," he smiles. "Here, drink this." Dan Humphrey hands me a glass of water and I chug it, easy and quick.
"Why were you wondering around by yourself in New York?"
"It's a longs story," I say as Chuck's face comes into my mind.
"We've got time."
"Speaking of time, what time is it?"
"It's about 4 in the morning, but don't avoid the question."
"Fine," I sigh. Then I tell Dan Humphrey the whole thing (with interruptions like, "That's horrible!" and, "You're welcome to stay with me.").
When I finish, he says, "Wait. Chuck? As in Chuck Bass?"
"That's the one," I fell my eyelids grow heavy.
"Anna, he's bad news. You have to stay away from him." He grips my arm to make sure I'm paying attention. "Promise you will stay away from him!"
"I promise," I say, startled by his intensity.
"Okay," he releases me. "Now get some sleep. You have school tomorrow."
"Mmm hmm," I mumble as I drift into the comfortable darkness of unconsciousness.
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Remember Chuck Bass
FanfictionWhen 18 year old, Anna Fisher, receives an early acceptance to Columbia University in New York, she thinks that all of her dreams have come true. But no she is entering the Upper East Side, which is covered by people wishing to ruin you. She is imme...
