"Seriously Ana! Aren't you sick with all this drama? Aren't you over with enough of heart breaks?"

The answer was Yes & No. Yes I was through with all this like hell a lot of times but No, I'm still not done with it because, as much as I hate to accept it, this is what my life has become. This is what my life was all about. I wanted a unique life, an interesting life, an adventurous life & I've got it! Of course I've to face its consequences now.

No matter how many times my friends give me lecture and I agree with them not to date anymore, I just always go with what I feel like doing. The only one to whom I listen is me. Whatever my gut feeling says to do, I do it without seeing any logical reasoning or thinking about the results. That's me. I'm Anastasia Steele and this is my story.

Well, I'm a sixteen year old girl studying in junior session at a normal, maybe not so normal, high school. Life's amazing with everyday a new drama, mis-happening and some challenge. Even my friends sometimes wonder it out loud in front of me that how complicated my life is. No, I don't think its rude of them to say that, I rather take it as a compliment pretending to think that they all must be dying to have a life like this when the truth is the it's me actually who is dying to have a life like them. A normal, routine and scheduled, boring, sleepy life! Yeah, that sounds pretty interesting to me.

"Dude, Love will happen to you. But it will happen when it has to happen, not when you'll go looking for it." I remember these words my friend said to me not long ago, I don't really think I was looking for it right now but I think it has happened. I'm not sure yet of course. It's been like just a couple of days.

Anyways now moving on from sulking about something that can't be changed, my story basically starts from the pre-breakup situation with my tenth or eleventh boyfriend (I really lost the count) Jose. Well he was so far the only boyfriend whom I've fallen rapidly and most in love with or at least that's what I think.

But if there's any quality in me except being attractive, kind, cheerful, popular and entertaining, that it is the fact that I know myself and my feelings very well unlike others who are confused all the time. Let's say Jose, for example, yeah he is really damn confused about me and that makes me more & more frustrated every day.

This is actually second time that we are trying to work-out. First time, he dumped me because I got drunk on his birthday party and my head was aching like hell which got everyone worried at the party. But hey, at least I didn't create any nuisance and he was totally oblivious about this point. So he left me and I spent like, a weak writhing in wordless mental agony as I really loved him. I fell into major depression and when I was just exactly coming out from it, Jose decided to regret his decision and come back into my life apologizing to me like a weeping kid and then when I accepted him back, he decided to ignore me again saying he's really confused about me.

So here I was, sulking over my 'inexpressible' situation sitting next to my new best friend Christian Grey. New because it's been hardly months that I've known him although we went to same coaching classes till last year but neither of us did ever gave a second look to each other then. This year he came to study here in my school and with a coincidence, we had same classes together except for one where I go for psychology and he goes to study Math.

When he came newly here, I used to have small talk with him every day as I already kind of knew him but that was it. We used to hang out together with a few friends but I never had any deep conversations with him. It was sometime in early August when I was in depression of Jose dumping me, I was avoiding any type of social contact and wasn't talking to my friends that I sat next to him. We chatted for a while and then, I don't why but he told me about his crush. Maybe it was because he trusted me or maybe it was because he knew that Leila, his crush, was my friend.

And as my friends know me for the title of Ms. Match-Maker, I planned for Leila and Christian to be together. I helped Christian and I succeeded in it. They were a happy-go-lucky couple, but sadly only for a while.

I still remember that day, it was four days after I accepted Jose back, it was Christian's first kiss with Leila, or anyone for that matter. He was damn happy about finally experiencing the first kiss of his life when shortly and shockingly after an hour or so of the kiss, Leila broke up.

There was no reason, nothing. She refused to talk or tell anything or listen anything to and from anyone. We all were in a bit shock, but I still can't imagine to what depth Christian must have felt.

Well, coming back to present, since the day we first sat together and he told me his feelings about Leila, we sit next to each other every day now. It's been exactly a week today when Leila broke up with him, he is still getting over it I think. And as for me, well I'm trying to figure out whether or not to kill Jose and then die myself. No one knew what was going to happen in the next hour.

Christian and I decided to ditch a chemistry class and roam in the basement. It was actually a staff meeting going on in principal's room. So to our wonder, the basement was totally deserted. Like, there wasn't even a mosquito flying. That was the time when I suddenly felt this electric charge between us, the atmosphere getting more tensed every second.

"I wish Jose was here right now." I said, breaking the suddenly awkward silence, my voice sounded too husky even to my own ears. I cleared my throat. "I mean it's such a nice opportunity here, to spend some quality time." Any attempts to keep my voice steady, have been failed and I know that he knew it too.

"I also wish for Leila to be here with me." He said with an over calmed voice or that's what it seemed to me. "But she isn't here." This time, I don't think I imagined his voice being husky.

Then there was the inappropriate awkward silence between us again. Suddenly he said, "Come here, I wanna show you something." He took my and led me into the small cornered, totally isolated like the whole corridor, The Yoga Room. The lights were on but, as if purposely, they were dimmer than I've felt them on other days. Maybe it was me over imaging this stuff. I really need to control my little wild fantasies.

That's when I realized his purpose to bring me here. This room is called the make-out room of our school, this is the room where exactly a week ago he kissed Leila. He wanted to show me this place as a way of missing Leila, that's what I kept telling myself but my instincts knew better.

Christian was still holding my hand, he led me into the farthest corner of the room. I immediately knew that this was the very spot where he and Leila must have kissed. My breath came out in small and rapid paces, surely he could notice it too. I tried once more to control myself, "I really wish for Jose to be here." I whispered, my voice short.

"But he isn't." His voice mimicked mine. Short, whispered and distant. Suddenly, as if it was through a mutual understanding, I moved closer to him and hugged him. His arms folded around me and surely I wasn't imagining his anticipation. Yes, I do imagine a lot of things, but this wasn't one of them.

It felt too right and yet too strange to be in his arms. I let my andraline go completely and relaxed into his arms, breathing slowly and steadily. Once I felt better, I wanted let go of him but his arms around me restrained that. I looked up in confusion. That was the biggest mistake I ever did, if it has to be counted as a mistake which I honestly don't.

Our faces were just an inch or so away and my breathing again changed rapidly. My heart pounding so loudly that it can come out of my chest at any time. I didn't know for sure, but I think I was trembling a bit too. I looked at his lips, slightly parted, small and rapid breathes coming out of them noiselessly, unlike mine. Then I looked up to meet his eyes. I think they mirrored mine, our intentions way too clear.

Very slowly he leaned forward, and stopped just a few centimeters away. He looked me in the eye and all I could was remain frozen at the spot. "You want to?" He asked me in a quiet voice. He seemed confident yet hesitant at same time. I couldn't answer him as my throat was too tight to even let out a that moment I realized that I was holding my breath.

I answered him in the only way I could, I covered the distance between us as I smashed my lips to his.