Chapter 1: Under the Bleachers

Christian

"Everyone, we have a new student who just transferred here from Detroit, Michigan. Christian Grey. Make him feel welcomed. Please, Mr. Grey, have a seat anywhere," I barely hear the guy over the rock music that is blaring from my headphones.

I bob my head before looking over at the overweight, balding man, who is now glaring at me over his thick black rimmed glasses. I take out one of the white earbuds and stare at him with one eyebrow raised. "What?" I run my hand through my hair.

"Turn off the music and find a seat," he raises his voice and glares at me once again. So much for a warmed welcome, asshole.

I roll my eyes and turn my IPOD off. I roll up the headphones and walk to an empty seat in the back. Two chicks with bleach blonde hair and big tits eye me up and down while I walk down the aisle to one of the empty desks. I smirk and wink, which causes them to flip their hair and giggle as I pass by. I roll my eyes while my back is to them and throw my backpack on the floor and slump down in the seat with a sigh. I fucking hate new schools.

The two chicks giggle and whisper in each other's ears while they stare at me from three seats away. I cross my arms over my chest and lean my head back and close my eyes in annoyance. It's just a face, ladies.

I rub my hands down my face and sigh heavily. Theirs always looking for a quick fuck. My lips twitch at the thought. Of course, I want a quick fuck. Who doesn't at our age? Raging hormones and all that. I open my eyes and raise an eyebrow at them which causes the double giggles once again. I lean back and contemplate which one. I tap my index finger on the desk while I stare at them. They both bite their lip as they stare at me while the teacher goes on and on about the U.S. Constitution. What the hell. Haven't gotten laid in a month. I have needs, and these chicks are more than ready and willing.

I lean forward and cock my head to the side and give them my panty-dropping smile that always gets their panties wet. They both look like they are about to faint. I smirk when the bigger chested chick of the two starts writing down, which I assume is her phone number, on a hastily torn piece of notebook paper. The fucking smile gets them all the time.

She bites her lip again and discreetly throws the piece of paper over to me, and I catch it with a wink. The other chick giggles and pushes her chest out. I smirk and unfold the ball of paper.

Call us anytime. We're always down for a threesome.

Tiffany & Tracy XOXO

425-219-4680

I lick my lips and wink again at them. Never had a threesome. This should be an interesting start to the school year. I put the piece of paper in my pocket and lean back and close my eyes once more. I badly need a release. The last time I had gotten laid was over a month ago, and I need to release this pent up frustration.

Moving sucks fucking balls. We moved from Detroit a few weeks ago, since Grace had gotten an opportunity to open up her own pediatrician practice with a close colleague. Carrick didn't have a job lined up, so he decided to open his own firm in Seattle.

I absolutely hated Detroit. It held terrible memories for me, but I adapted to becoming a Grey pretty quickly after what happened to me at the tender age of four. Grace and Carrick adopted me after the police found me with my dead mother who overdosed on crack cocaine. She was a drug addict who would sometimes sell her body for money and drugs, but she loved me. She loved me, and as much as I hated her for leaving me all alone, I love her too.

And that is what pisses me off. I love my birth mother when I should hate her for what she did to me. She was never there. She was always gone and leaving me with stale bread and chips in the cabinets. There were never any presents at Christmas time or birthdays. There were no cakes. No soda's or party balloons. There was never any love or affection towards me at any point when she was still alive. I would crave her affection and love, but it never came. Particularly from a woman who was supposed to love you unconditionally.

I remember she would always stare at me. She would always sit on that dirty green couch and stare at me wearing a pair of dirty white cotton panties and a torn white camisole. Her eyes would be glazed over sometimes, and it would scare me because I never knew if she could see me. Most nights, I could hear her screaming in her sleep. She would always yell out the name John. She would always yell for him to come and save her. To save her from a life of loneliness. To save her from a life of isolation. To save her from herself.

I remember laying by her bedroom door and watching her from the crack of that door. I would lay there and mumble to her that she had me.

She had me. She had a son who loved her unconditionally. Who wanted her to notice him. To play with him, to sing, or teach him how to ride a bike. He wanted her to open up her eyes and have that special twinkle.

A twinkle in their eyes when they saw someone who was their only reason for living. My mother never looked at me that way. The only interaction between us is when she would point to the cabinets. That is how she would most always communicated with me. She fucking pointed. Pointed at toilets, the fridge, beds, clothes, and most of all she pointed at her fucking needles.

It was my job to bring her the needles that would always end up going in her arms and legs. I hated those needles. They scared me. A four-year-old boy should never be introduced to drugs at such a young age.

I was fucking lucky that I never had the desire to start experimenting with drugs. I never had the desire to have that addictive high that all the adolescent teens were craving for. At my old school, drugs and alcohol were the norm. It was what us high-schoolers did. They did it to fit in with the cool crowd. Some did it to forget. Some did it out of boredom, and some did it to the thrill of getting that lasting high. I was the one that didn't want to know what that felt like.

I promised myself that I would never end up like her. I would not end up like her.

Elliot and Mia know what it feels like not to be loved. They know what it's like to want their birth mother to love them. You know why? Because they were the brother and sister who lived next door to me and my birth mother. They are fraternal twins. They were my best friends.

You see, their mother overdosed a day before Ella did. They were in that apartment for longer than I was. Left with her dead body for almost a day longer. They didn't shout, or try to communicate with me through the thin walls as they usually did when they were scared.

Silence is all I heard from their apartment for almost a week straight.

They just sat there and stared at her body. They stared until I screamed and cried for the police officers to see if my friends were alright. Ella and Felisha were good friends. She was in an abusive relationship while Ella was crying and screaming for a man named John.

As the years passed by, Carrick and Grace found all the information about my biological father. I discovered from Carrick that my dad was named John. He told me that he died a few weeks before Ella found out she was pregnant with me. They were high school sweethearts and planned on getting married after school ended. He died in a car crash. A drunk driver ran him off the road, and my father's car had flipped a few times. He died right there on the side of the highway.

He was only eighteen years old.

I reminded her of my father. I looked too much like him. Carrick gave me a picture. Same copper-colored hair. Same gray eyes. Same dimples.

I was the spitting image of John.

She lost the love of her life. She lost the man who was supposed to love and care for her. She lost him, and it devastated her so much that she went down a path of drugs and prostitution because she couldn't cope. She couldn't cope without him.

She killed herself because I wasn't enough. She couldn't love me because he wasn't there.

A lone tear escapes out of the corner of my eye, and for one moment, I let myself grieve for my mom.

My mommy.

I jump and gasp when I suddenly hear the bell ring. My eyes fly open, and they immediately go to the two chicks from earlier. They are staring at me with a frown. I sit up straight and frantically wipe my eyes and try to compose myself. What the fuck, Grey!

Everyone jumps out of their seats and head towards the door. The two chicks look at each other for a moment before jumping out of their seat and powerwalk to the door while they whisper to each other and stare back at me like I am some sort of freak.

I grit my teeth and glare at them. I flip them off, and they gasp and walk out while glaring back at me. I am left with an empty classroom. I jump up and kick the nearby desk with my foot. God, damn it!

I pick up my backpack and stomp out of the room and weave through the throng of people in the crowded hallway. I grit my teeth again and head for the front doors. This is why I don't reminisce about my fucked up past. What the fuck was I thinking? Free pussy was served to me on a fucking platter, and I blew it by crying like a little kid. Fucking bullshit!

I push the door open and head towards my car. Fuck this shit. I need to get out of here. Fuck school. I guess I am not looking where I was going because the next thing I know, a tiny chick with wavy brown hair hits my chest causing her to fly backward. I hurriedly lunge forward and grab the girl before she falls on her ass.

"What the fuck! Watch where you're going!" I shout. I know it was technically my fault, but she still should watch where she was going.

She looks up at me startled. Her big brown eyes stare at me in confusion which suddenly morphs into shock. Her mouth gapes open, and I inwardly roll my eyes. And here we go. The looks.

I glare at her, and she blushes. She squirms and it's then I realize I am holding both of her elbows. I let her go and run my hand through my hair. Calm down, man.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Can I be any more of a dick? I open my eyes, and she is still staring at me. Her mouth is still hanging open. I smirk, and I don't know what possesses me, but I place a single finger under her chin to close her mouth. She blushes bright red and bites her lip for a moment before she releases it, and her eyes turn lustful. I cock my head to the side and study the girl. She is attractive enough, I suppose. She is a brunette, which is not my usual fuck. I usually fuck blondes or red heads.

I look her up and down and see she is wearing skinny jeans, a white cropped top, and black flats. Her brunette shoulder length hair is in loose waves that frame her heart-shaped face. Her brown eyes are almond shaped, and her thick black lashing is fluttering frantically. Her face is getting redder the longer I stare at her. I lick my lips and a slow seductive smile forms. Why the hell not? I need that release, and a decent looking chick is standing in front of me. A willing girl by the looks of it.

Her breathing gets louder and her chest rapidly falls up and down as I walk slowly towards her. I am standing directly in front of her. My chest is almost touching hers. I can almost feel her nipples harden against my shirt and her eyes turn a darker shade of brown.

I lean towards her while slowly smirking. I push her hair away from her ear and whisper, "You want to go somewhere?" my voice husky.

She lets out a quiet moan and nods her head frantically. I chuckle and look around the parking lot and see a set of bleachers off into the distance. I grab her hand and power walk over to them. Her breathing escalates as I pull her towards the bleachers. I glance around the area and see no one. Everyone should be in class. Good. I finally get to the bleachers and walk towards the back. A field of grass behind them that leads to a set of woods. Perfect.

She moans as I slam her against the set of bleachers and attack her neck. She grabs a handful of my hair and throws her head back. I suck her neck and grind my erection into her core. I spin her around, and she looks over her shoulder in confusion.

"Put your hands on the bleachers," I hiss while unbuttoning my pants and yank my zipper down and take out my cock.

She immediately compiles. I unbutton her pants and push them down as well as her wet black thong. I push her back down farther and line myself up with her pussy coating the head with her juices.

"Are you on birth control?" I ask while raining kissing down her spine.

"Yes," she says breathlessly as I continue kissing up and down her spine.

"Prove it," I hiss. I don't have any condoms, but I can't stop now. I need to fuck.

She groans and leans down and produces a pack of birth control pills from her backpack. I take them from her and see that she took the daily dose for today already. I fling them on the ground and push her down again. I line up and thrust into her pussy causing her to moan loudly. I throw my head back and savor the sensation of her warm wet pussy that is wrapped tightly around me. I slam into her over and over again. My balls are slapping against her ass. She yells out for me not to stop. I thrust into her harder and give her the fuck of her life.

I pull up my pants and zip them. I run my hands through my hair and instantly feel better. The chick pulls up her pants and straightens up her clothes. She looks at me while I pick up my backpack from the ground.

"I'm Cora," she whispers suddenly.

I look at her impassively for a moment before I say flatly, "Chris."

She bites her lip, and I nod and walk away. She yells for me to wait but I don't stop or look back. I keep walking. The fucking chick follows me all the way to my car. I am irritated when I finally get my car door opened. I glare at her, and she cowers away and suddenly looks hurt. I roll my eyes inwardly. Good lord, it was just a quick fuck, sweetheart.

"Look, that was just a one-time thing alright? I needed the fuck, and you were there. So let's leave it at that," I say annoyed at her for thinking that this could turn into something more. I don't do relationships or love. Not happening. Not for you, or anyone.

Her lip trembles and her brown eyes fill with tears. I sigh and decide just to leave. The girl needs to take a hint that this is not turning into anything more. I jump into my Audi and start it up. I put on my seat belt, aviator sunglasses, and floor the gas, leaving the girl with tears streaming down her face behind me.

AN: This is a new story that I have been thinking about doing for awhile now. This will be an AU/OOC story with No Cheating. I realize that this story will probably have some backlash but that is to be expected when someone else other than Ana is in the picture.

My original plan was to write the story out before posting, but I decided to post it anyway since I have been writing this one and Surviving With You together. I have five chapters written so I will post them once a week so I can get caught up on the other story and have a few written before posting again.

FYI, Christian will be a dick in the first couple of chapters, just a fair warning. His backstory is the most of the same, but the difference is that he doesn't have touch issues since there were no pimp and he wasn't abused, just neglected. Ana will be different personality wise. No BDSM or Elena.

Also, if any of you read my husband's story: The Elliot Files, there will be a delay in the next chapter. Right now, he is working 12 hour nights and has barely no time for his school work, let alone writing. So please, bear with him while he works through this new schedule. They say two weeks with this schedule, but in the Marine Corps, that's not a guarantee so hang in there (that is if you read that one). :)

I do moderate guest reviews as you know, so if this one is not your cup of tea, I understand. I do respect others opinions and frustration on the characters and the situation, but guest review personal attacks and petty bullshit will be deleted.

Please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.

This story will have a Pinterest board and I will be setting that up later.