To you, Chuck Bass was a walking spectacle: flashy, self-absorbed, and constantly craving the spotlight. But, still, he was a close friend. One morning, as you made your way to school, a loud engine noise sliced through the air. There was Chuck, proudly sitting in a shiny new red sports car. He revved the engine a couple more times, earning surprised looks. Pulling up next to you, he asked with a self-satisfied smirk, “What do you think of my new ride, ladies? Want a lift?"