I'm back.
I'm revamping this story, doing it my way, and saying fuck the haters. I already wasn't happy with this story at all because it was just so poorly written, but I'm going to be writing it with a bit more flair, as I'm changing it to Ana's perspective so I can capture more of her sassy attitude. I will be working on the rest of the story, I've got all the chapters saved so I can go from there. This will be a test to see how you guys react, but I honestly think you'll all like this version better.
I'd also like to point out that no one seemed to have an issue when Christian was 15 messing around with a grown woman. AND, NOTHING ILLEGAL HAPPENS. Ana will still be 18 before their relationship progresses. Please keep that in mind before you comment hate, you'll only make yourself look ignorant.
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I cursed myself as I wiped at the charcoal eyeliner, merely smearing it across my face even more.
"Why do I even bother?" I muttered to myself, staring at my reflection in the dingy mirror of the run-down highschool bathroom. I was nothing special, your average, lanky teenage girl. I had nice eyes and hair, the blue and brunette contrasted nicely. My skin didn't give me any shit- I was lucky enough to skip the whole "acne" thing, but I wasn't particularly out of the ordinary. Easy on the eyes, sure, but most seventeen year old girls were.
"Because you feel the need to impress a certain British Literature teacher." Kate smirked from behind me, as we both tried to use a mirror only large enough for one person. I guess school funding doesn't really go towards the women's restroom.
"No, Kate" I laughed, "I believe that was your intent." I rolled my eyes at her. Kate was a quirky little strawberry blonde girl, with some breasts I'd kill for. I think that's what instantly put her above me on the popularity pole. I had to admit though, I did know who she was referring to. There wasn't a girl in the school that didn't have a crush on Mr. Grey. I'd never personally seen him in the past three years, but he was on the other side of the campus. Some girls would venture over just to get a look at him, but I'd never been as boy crazy as the others.
"Dude," Kate continued, "We're seniors."
"Yea Kate… and I'm astonished that you made it this far." I joked with her.
"Whatever, I only state the obvious because I can't get over it, we're almost done!"
"It's only the first day, we've still got a whole year left of our sentence." I winked at her, thanking the good lord that I'd been able to remove all the eyeliner with cheap, school bathroom tissue.
"Well smarty pants," Kate bumped hips with me "Since you've the brains for the advanced courses, be sure to hit on Mr. Grey for me." She smiled at me deviously. "God, The History of British literature has never sounded so appealing." She quickly started shoving her makeup into her purse, before running her fingers through her wavy locks a few times. "See you at lunch, don't be late." She quipped as she grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
"Bye Kate, see you at lunch. Same table as last year?" I asked as I gathered my things from the bathroom's floor. Thinking about it now I'd probably have to burn my bag.
"Yep. Try to get there fast and make sure no freshman idiots have tried to take it." Kate said, sticking her tongue out at me as she exited the bathroom. II took a deep breath and turned back to the mirror, for one last little pep talk.
"One more year." I said to my own reflection. I looked a little crazy, my eyes red from all the rubbing, but I'd looked much worse before. I pulled my folded up schedule from my pocket and opened it to check which room my first period would be in.
"Okay looks like I've got Speech Class." I said to no one in particular. "Room A12 with... C. Grey? This can't be right" my eyebrows pulled together in confusion, Mr. Grey was the British Literature teacher, not Speech. I scanned the schedule to find that my Literature class was later in the day, also taking place in room A12 with C. Grey.
My eyes darted back and forth between the two classes when realization hit me, they no longer had a speech teacher. He'd been caught participating in some... after school activities with a student. A freshman to be exact. I'd thought these were only summer rumors but they must have been true to have one teacher taking on two classes.
Not many people signed up for Speech though, maybe enough to fill up one or two classes, and not every single senior would take British lit, so it made sense that Mr. Grey would have time for both.
I was pulled from my thoughts by the shrill ringing of the bell, signaling that I was already late for my first class.
"Shit." I muttered, shoving the schedule into my pocket. "Shit shit shit." I threw my bag onto my shoulder, running out of the bathroom before realizing I just so happened to be on the wrong side of the campus.
"Shit."
It was a five minute walk from one side of the campus to the other, so I ran as fast as my scrawny legs would take me. By the time I reached the classroom, I was slightly sweaty, out of breath, and seven minutes late. Though everyone gushed about Mr. Grey's good looks, there were also horror stories on how strict he was. I contemplated just leaving, I'd never been in trouble at school and I wasn't going to start off the year with a detention for being late.
But being the coward I am I decided skipping class was not actually in the realm of possibility. I tried the door, hoping it would be unlocked so I could just slip in.
It was locked.
Just my luck, to draw so much unnecessary attention to myself on the first day. Bad attention nonetheless, and to a strict teacher. I took one last moment to try and pull my slightly disheveled self together. I looked like a sweaty maniac who'd been crying, which was totally fantastic. I finally lifted my hand to knock, but the door opened before I had the chance.
"I'm glad you've decided to join us." The Greek God looked down at her, his tall, lean frame towering over her, his voice made even the reprimand sound so sensual. He had grey eyes that held so much masculinity within them, and crazy, copper, sex hair.
Somebody get the wet floor sign.
"I um... I just wasn't- I mean I... I got lost?" I could feel my face redden as I gave my poor excuse, never in my life had I spoken to a man this attractive.
"What grade are you in?" He spoke, unwavering.
"12th." I looked so pathetic, I had to.
"Come in and have a seat." I let a breath of relief out as he stepped aside, motioning for me to come in with no mention of detention. As I glanced around I noticed that I knew almost everybody in the class, which would make it a lot more comfortable to present my speeches. I also took into account there was only one desk available, front and center. I'd sit closer to Mr. Grey's desk than anyone. Wonderful.
"Okay class, since this young lady, Ms.-" He paused, waiting for me to give my name. He was choosing the public humiliation route, and I thought I'd gotten off clean.
"Anastasia Steele." I supplied without hesitation.
"Since Ms. Steele demonstrated that some of you still don't know your way around, take out your schedules. I'd like to make sure none of you are lost." His eyes darted to me, and I swear I saw a cheeky little smirk on his face. Did he really think this was funny?
I sat down at the last available desk and took my crumpled schedule from my pocket, flattening it on my desk to the best of my ability. I didn't think anything of it until I saw the other kids, each pulling their schedule out of a binder. No one else's was all wrinkled and torn like mine, and I wondered if it was even legible at this point. True to his word he walked around and checked everyone's schedule, but stopped when he came to me. He picked up the crumpled paper and squinted at it, obviously barely able to read.
Way to look like you've got yourself together, Ana.
After a minute he nodded and put the paper down.
"You're quite the work of art Ms. Steele. I imagine you'll bring some life to this class."
I had no response. Was that supposed to be a compliment?
"For our first day- and your first grade- we will be doing impromptu speeches." Mr. Grey grinned at the chorus of groans he received. Stupid sadistic teachers.
"You will each draw a topic from this box, and you will spend at least sixty seconds speaking about it. Ms. Steele, start us off." He grabbed the small box, and was in front of my desk before I could even look up. He plopped it down in front of me and waited. Was this pick on the late kid day? I slowly reached in the box, and pulled out a small slip, unfolding it slowly.
"Alright Ms. Steele, see your way to the podium." I felt my jaw slacken a bit as I looked at him. I knew better than to argue though, and if I wanted to work in the world of books I knew I needed to be able to do things like this, be comfortable with my own words.
Normally I would've been fine speaking in front of the class, but normally I didn't have a sex machine on legs picking on me.
I stood from my desk, straightening my shirt a little, and praying I wouldn't trip as I walked towards the podium. It seemed to take hours to get there, and I could feel twenty pairs of eyes on my back the whole way up. Mr. Grey moved behind me silently, taking a seat at the desk I left unoccupied- front and center. As if that helped my nerves.
"Ana, please tell us what topic you drew." Mr. Grey prompted. I resisted the urge to squeal as he used my first name. It sounded so much less berating than Ms. Steele.
"Um, my paper says: If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?"
"Please proceed with your speech."
I took a deep breath and gulped, all the while looking anywhere but Mr. Grey before starting. Looking at him would most definitely do anything but help me gather my thoughts.
"There was a time, before I moved here, that I had a friend. Shocking, right?" I drew a bit of laughter from the class, which eased my nerves. "Now, through today's technology, and social media, I've had the opportunity to watch her bloom into a beautiful young woman. She cares about things like politics, and music. She's one of the most well rounded individuals I know, and looking at her you never would've guessed that she resided in a russian orphanage until she was adopted at age eight. During her stay there she remained malnourished and abused, but was thankfully given the proper environment to learn and grow later in life. She never would have turned out the way she has had she stayed there, not being fed or properly taken care of. Since I truly believe that she will go on to do great things, I would donate my money to children's causes, because our next president, or the one with the cure for deadly diseases could be in an orphanage and they should all be provided with the tools to succeed whether or not they are adopted."
I stopped what really seemed like mindless rambling and glanced at Mr. Grey, who looked pleasantly surprised.
"Has it been a minute? " I questioned anxiously.
"Yes Ms. Steele, and that's a lovely thing to do. Next time though, don't ask if time is up. You'll all have to learn to time yourselves. You may be seated." He stood up in order to give me my seat back and grabbed the box of speech topics, targeting a kid in the back who was sleeping.
"You, blue sweatshirt, come on up here."
My next few classes were a blur, I wasn't able to think clearly. For second period I had an Intro to Graphic Design class, and I managed not to draw any attention to myself. I found a seat in the back quickly, and quietly completed the first assignment- one of those cheesy "get to know me" sheets. My third period was Economics, and nothing major happened, just your basic going around the room and stating your name nonsense.
Now, after my fourth period anatomy class, which I could tell would be the bane of my existence for the year, I sat alone at the lunch table waiting for Kate. I just had to get through Math, Art, and British Literature.
I shivered at the thought of sitting up close and personal with Mr. Grey again.
I stared numbly at my hands as the table started to fill with my acquaintances, such as
José and a few of his buddies. Kate finally arrived and sat next to me, handing me one of two sandwiches she'd packed in her lunch. She wasted no time as she got right to babbling about her day so far.
"Did you know Mr. Grey was the lunch monitor this year? Now you'll see him twice in a day" Kate winked. Obviously we couldn't be trusted to eat lunch without supervision, this was a public school filled with morons after all.
"Um, three times actually." I looked down at the turkey sub that I knew I wouldn't eat, not with my stomach still in knots.
"Back the fun bus up. Three?" Kate raised her eyebrows skeptically.
"Uh, yes. You remember Mr. Hyde? Last year's speech teacher? He got fired and since so few students sign up for the class, Mr. Grey teaches it as well as British Lit. I had him first period." I felt my cheeks heat up as I remembered the way he picked on me this morning.
"Whoa." Kate said with a full mouth. "What was he like?" She scooted her chair a bit closer to me and turned her body to face mine.
"He was definitely intense." I admitted. "And intimidating to say the least. But I agree, he's completely gorgeous." I gushed, grinning.
"I'm so jealous. You get to see the best looking man in the state three times a day."
"I don't know if that's a good thing Kate. There's no way I'll be able to focus, and if he pinpoints me again, God!" I ran a hand through my hair, thinking of how the school year would go if he made fun of me every single day.
"Pinpoints you? Ms. Steele, please continue. " Kate mocks, now fully enthralled. So that's exactly what I did, I recalled every second of my eventful first class, talking about it with ease so that Kate wouldn't see how nervous he made me. We ventured off into other topics, such as things to do after school and plans for my upcoming birthday. The entire lunch period I could feel two stormy eyes drilling holes into my back as Kate and I talked about teenage nonsense.
Lunch ended and I gathered my things, walking to the nearest trash can to throw my uneaten lunch away. I was well aware of Mr. Grey's gaze on me the entire lunch period, which did nothing to help my uneasy stomach.
You're just being paranoid, I thought as I exited the cafeteria, letting out a breath that I didn't realize I'd been holding.
I heard Jose talk, but I wasn't listening. All I could think about were Grey eyes and copper hair as I made my way to my last- and most terrifying- class of the day. British Literature with none other than Christian Grey.
"Ana? Ana yes or no, are you going?" José sounded irritated but it brought relief for me as he pulled me from my thoughts about a certain nerve- wracking teacher.
"I'm sorry, where?" I asked sheepishly. I saw some agitation flare in his eyes, but he quickly replaced it with a smile, he rarely lost his patience with me.
"After school we're all going to Taco Bell. Would you like to go?" He asked again, this time his voice was much calmer.
"Oh sure. But I'd need a ride home." I could very well walk the short distance it would be to get to my house, but we were outside the dreaded room A12 and I was determined to keep this conversation just a bit longer so I wouldn't have to go inside.
"I'll take you. See you after school Ana, I've got to get going." He reached down to kiss my cheek, something that had become a tradition in our friendship, before trotting off down the hall. I closed her eyes for a brief moment and sucked up every ounce of confidence I had in my tiny body. I knew it wouldn't help my case to be late twice in a row, so I did it.
I walked into the classroom.
I was surprised to see that I was the first in the class, but at least I got my choice in seating. I glanced around, making my choice when a voice made me jump.
"PDA is against the rules Anastasia." He used my first name for the second time today, was it wrong that I found it slightly attractive when he used my name? Then again, all the other girls probably thought the same thing
"Oh you... You saw that?" I knew immediately that he was talking about Jose, and I couldn't help but laugh. That wasn't PDA, it was a crush José just couldn't shake.
"Is something funny?" He asked, as my face flushed.
"What? Oh no, I'll just be seated." I said quickly as I turned to pick a seat in the back of the room.
"This class will have assigned seats, Ms. Steele." He said, stopping her.
Will someone kill me, please?
He instructed me to sit in the same seat I had for first period. A part of me loved this idea, while another part was shaking with her tail between her legs.
Within a minute, the rest of the students came pouring into the room as the bell sounded, and I couldn't help but notice that Mr. Grey didn't give them instructions as to where to sit like he had with me. I shrugged it off for the time being, he'd probably get to it in a few minutes.
Once everyone was seated Mr. Grey observed the class for a moment, as if he were doing something in his head, before turning to the board and writing random numbers. It was at this moment when the most threatening sensation rippled across my stomach.
'Oh no,' I thought, 'Please, God no."
My stomach ignored my silent pleas, erupting into a chaos of growls, scolding me for skipping breakfast and lunch. I heard a few giggles in the seats nearest to me, but thankfully it hadn't been too loud.
'Maybe he didn't hear it.' I mentally hoped.
"Ms. Steele that could easily be avoided if you'd eat something." Nope. Hopes crushed. There were a few snickers but thankfully it was left at that.
Must be my lucky day.
"Alright everyone," Mr. Grey turned around, and I could see the numbers 1 through 28 written on the board. "We will be starting off with Macbeth. I have a class set and you will each be assigned a book. When I call your name you will pick up a book, go to the board, and write your name beside the number that corresponds to the one on the inner cover of your book."
I could practically hear the internal groans around me, but I sat quietly as he began calling names. After a few short minutes my name was called. I mindlessly got up and grabbed the book from the stack on Mr. Grey's desk, all the while avoiding eye contact. I was waiting for the marker to be passed to me when the feeling hit again.
' Oh no, shit, no. Why me?'
This time my belly roared. The class erupted in laughter, showing off their immaturity. That one had been loud. I noted that Mr. Grey was tensed up, staring daggers at me. Once the class contained themselves, he muttered one measly word.
"Detention."
I froze in place and nearly dropped my book. I had half a mind to protest, but I wouldn't do it right now in front of the class. I just grabbed the marker, writing my name of the board and returning to my seat as quickly as I could. I'd never been in trouble at school before, and now I have detention because my stomach decided to introduce itself.
What an exciting first day.
AN: So Ana will be more mature as the story goes on, I do plan to put her above her years. As of right now she's a bit humiliated and confused, who wouldn't be with Christian Grey as a teacher? Especially if he chose you as his "teacher's pet" for the year.
SPOILER ALERT AHEAD
I didn't change much of this chapter except for the POV, but what I'm planning to do in this story is have the bond during the multiple detentions that she'll get. Then there will be the separation again and they'll come together a few years later, as originally written. I just plan to develop their relationship a lot more while she's still in high school before he leaves