A/N: You think you know the story between Christian and Anastasia? Think again! Favorite & Review if you would like me to continue. - A.

- Prologue -

"Christian, we can't do this. Not here." The panic in my voice is evident. As much as I want this to happen I know that it can't. I'm not the type of girl he's looking for. He's already engaged in other arrangements with one of his Mother's friends. I'm not nearly up to his standards - and to top all of that off we're in the teacher's supply closet after school hours.

"Please, Anastasia. I..want this. More than you know." His eyes display his honesty. But I can't help but feel as if this is all a lie.

Perhaps his mistress put him up to this as some cruel joke to the girl-from-school who has a crush on the local celebrity.

"I can't. J-Just let me go. " I pause. Because tears begin to well up in my eyes and I feel as if I'm the dumbest girl in the world before him. "I'm not good enough for you. So let's just leave it at that.

- The Beginning -

"Mooom!" I groan out as the waffles springing from the toaster are burnt to a crisp. The syrup set on the table expired a month ago, and I can visibly see the chunks in the milk - proving that perhaps it is out of date as well. I'd like to say, 'Oh sure, it's the thought that counts.' But I haven't had a real meal in a good four days and I'm fucking starving. My mother is notorious for bailing on her parental duties to hang out with her loser boyfriends. They come and go, literally. I hear them up for all hours of the night as I nibble on the food I've stolen from the cafeteria during school hours. It's the only thing I know that won't be expired or destroyed by lack-luster cooking skills.

My call is ignored and I don't have time to be the parent this morning. I've already missed the bus, which means I have to walk. As I slam the front door and jump off the porch steps I wave to my elderly neighbor who is holding out a fresh muffin for me. Her gentle smile makes me grin slightly as I smooth out the wrinkles in my t-shirt. "Thanks, Mrs. McGuire." She knows what goes on within the Steele household. The warmth of the bread moving around in my mouth has me closing my eyes and moaning in delight. "Good as always."

"Stop by my house on the way home and I'll give you a good helping of your favorite, Ana. Spaghetti!" This woman is far too good for me. She's got the grim reaper knocking at her door though. I don't know what I'll do when she passes. She's the closest thing I've got as far as someone who cares if I live or die. So truthfully I need her. Even if I don't have the guts to tell her that to her face. I wave off my friend and start the four mile trek towards Alexander High School. It's nothing great, but it feeds me and I excel well in my academic courses. It's the one place where I shine, and I don't have to worry about the stresses of daily life.

I am now just a mile from school. I can almost hear the chatter of the other kids from this far away. There are cars lined up along the street that have people with cameras snapping stills everywhere. What the f-

Who the hell could be here that has everyone so captivated?

A car with darkened windows pulls up alongside me. I am nervous at first because the school isn't in the best location. I am half waiting for a man to ask how much I charge for a good dick sucking. Instead, a male in a suit asks me if he's in the right location for Alexander High. I point, rather than speak, towards the crowd of people hovering in front of the school sign. The reason he's left in the dark as to if he's in the right spot. "You've made it. Unfortunately. We normally don't have this much traffic outside, maybe there was a car accident." With a shrug, I continue walking. The man thanks me and speeds off towards the school. The license plate reads: C. GR3Y.

Maybe they were having a guest speaking in the auditorium. Perhaps that's what all the fuss was about?

Inside the cafeteria I get my first free meal. Being from a low income family I'm allowed free breakfast, and free lunch. I take up every opportunity I can grasp. So I get my cereal and milk and take it out to the front steps that are still slightly peppered with camera people and random students. I have only two friends in this world.

Mrs. McGuire. And Katherine Kavannagh.

She sits beside me. Long, blonde tresses blowing in the light breeze. She's beautiful. So much more so than me.

For being well off with her family it's a shock to everyone that we're friends. I am nothing like her.

I am relatively short for a girl. Only standing at a mere five feet five inches. I am slender but that is only because I rarely eat.

With my brunette hair that never wants to remain straight without flyaways I typically wear it up in a ponytail. But the number one thing I ever get complimented on is my blue eyes. So I guess I have that going for me, right?

It has nothing to do really with looks. It's the confidence she has. As she plucks a cheerio from my bowl I growl. She gets fed every night. I don't. "What's all this fuss about, Kate? Seriously." The teen gives me an annoyed look as if I have just stolen her first born child.

"You haven't heard? Christian Grey is starting here. He belongs to the Grey's from Seattle. He wanted to try the public school lifestyle. I can't wait to meet him. I think I was born to meet a guy like him and become a local celebrity."

I roll my eyes, but I begin to giggle. If anyone could win over a guy it was Kate. She constantly had men at her heels just waiting to take her out. I on the other hand do not. But I don't mind. I don't have time for boys. At least.. that's what I tell myself.

The bell rings and I gulp down my food before tossing my trash away. Kate disappears as we have classes on opposite ends of the school. The photographers huff and tread back to their vehicles and instantly I feel alone. I'm used to it, I almost like it if I was to be honest. I shuffle my messenger bag onto my shoulder and begin towards my class.

Just as I am turning down the last hallway I hear an unknown voice. It's..beautiful. Handsome. As if a voice could be attractive. I turn on my heels and my cheeks flush with a heat I haven't felt today. I am typically shy. But so early in the day I'm not as bashful. I see a male that I have never seen before. He is wearing a pair of jeans and a nice sweater. I can tell that he's trying to play down the fact that he has money. Even for being seventeen it looks as if he should be wearing a suit and a tie. It is then I realize he is repeating his question. A slight ghost of a smile on his lips as he speaks.

"Excuse me, can you help me?" He is holding a sheet of paper before him. Obviously his class schedule and a map of the grounds.

"Oh, s-sure. Sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you." I didn't. I was just in awe of his vocal beauty. God. I could be so damn weird sometimes.

I walk awkwardly towards him as I try to not make much noise. I know now I'll be late. In all my years of school I have never once been late to a class. Maybe some rules are meant to be broken?

I sigh, and tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear as it flies before my face. "Oh..Biology 101 with Mrs. Carter. I actually have that class. Do you want me to show you where it is?"

I feel my face on fire. Why is it so hard to talk to someone? Maybe because they're disgustingly gorgeous, obviously rich, and I am neither of those things. This stranger is by far the most appealing looking guy I have ever seen in my life. He has dark hair that is full and thick. If I was Kate I'd reach out and touch it, feel it beneath the pads of my fingertips. His cheeks and nose are lightly sprinkled with freckles that are nothing but background against his breathtaking eyes. Are they..gray? Geez. I've never seen something like that before. He is slightly built but not too much. He is a God sent here to destroy me That's what it feels like.

And again I have tuned out his words.

"I would certainly enjoy if you showed me where the class was. This is actually my first day here."

He doesn't speak like anyone I know. But I like it. He sounds..smart. Like he knows exactly who he is and what he wants out of life. It's something admirable.

"Oh. Well...don't worry. We have some rich, fancy pants new guy from Seattle here today too. So if it takes you awhile to get the swing of things I think he'll deflect most of the attention for himself. You know how people like that are, heh..." I laugh. It's fake because I'm nervous. He's smirking again, but only with his eyes. Everything else seems void of emotion as he cocks his head at me in amusement. He says nothing in relation to what I have just said and instead motions for me to lead the way.

I stumble slightly but manage to gain my footing and finish the remainder of the hallway and point towards the door. Once inside I give him an awkward nod as if saying he didn't need to thank me for showing him the way. I take my assigned seat near the window and our teacher, Mrs. Robinson, assigns him the seat closest to the door. For teaching Biology she is about as dense as a puddle. There are rumors she has been doing things with the male students and could be close to termination, however I tend to stay out of the gossip mill. I just don't like her teaching skills. As she begins roll call I settle in. Tugging out my notebook and pencil to prep for the day.

I am first, like always.

"Anastasia Steele?"

"Here."

"Alexander Hawthorne?"

"Present!"

"Bethany Lawrence?"

"Here."

"Christian Grey?"

"Yes ma'am."

It is then everyone peers up from what they are doing to locate the man that everyone has been buzzing about all morning. To my horror I am greeted with the gaze of the stranger from the hallway. His hand is in the air as he has just proclaimed who he was and he can't seem to take his eyes off me.

Please. PLEASE. LOOK AWAY.

I want to die. I insulted him without even realizing it. I flush a shade of red that I haven't hit before as I sink into my chair and cover my face with my notebook as I try to become invisible. Already I'm just some jerk to him. I've probably ruined Kate's chances because who would want to date a girl with an asshole best friend? I sigh, and steal a look at Christian. He is still slightly looking my direction. A half smirk curving at his lips and I can't help but greet his gaze with that of my own. I mouth the words, "Sorry." And he merely raises his hand as if to say it's not a big deal. It's humbling. The next two hours of class should be a breeze after getting through that.