I wasn't planning on starting a new story, at leas until i finished Stay. But I got this idea in my head and needed to write it down. I will probably not update this story as often for now but the chapters will be about this length every time.

Hope you enjoy!

I do not own Fifty Shades or the characters.

Chapter 1

Today is my first day at this shitty new school. This will be my third high school in as many years, yay me. What is even worse is that I now have to attend public school since I have officially been expelled from all the private schools in and around Bellevue, again yay me. I don't even know why my parents want me to continue with school, clearly it hasn't worked out. I tried to convince them to let me be homeschooled but they didn't go for that, they said that would probably cause even more problems. But, it's not me starting these fights, it's the assholes who think they are better than me. They think they can get a rise out of me, and you know what they are right. I will fight anyone who tries something with me.

So here I am standing outside the gates of Bellevue high school, my fourth and probably not last high school I will be attending. Let's see how this goes.

It is 8:40am, first period begins at 9, that gives me just enough time to figure out where the fuck I am going at this big ass school. As I begin to take my first step into the school I am almost knocked over by a small brown haired girl running past me. "Hey watch where you are going!" I hate when people don't look when they are walking, or in her case, running.

She stops for a second and briefly turns around all I can see is her hair flying all over the place, covering her face. "Sorry!" and just like that she is gone again. Stupid girl.

Girls. Something guys my age are supposed to be into. We are not even supposed to be able to function when thinking about their bodies and what we can do to them. Not for me though, I get absolutely terrified at the thought of anyone touching me, let alone a girl that wants to fuck me. How am I ever supposed to live a normal life when I can't even let people, not even my mother, close to me. That's right I can't.

I look at my schedule and see my first class is on the second floor, room 215. I have no fucking idea where that is. I don't even know where the stairs are. I start my walk around the school in hopes that I will find the stairs before the first bell rings. I look around at all the people talking and laughing with their friends and a part of me wishes I could be like them. A normal 16 –year-old guy, not the fucked up mess that I am. I could have been if it wasn't for my selfish birth mother who decided she would try and raise me, that worked out real well Ella. My therapist says I harbor resentment towards her, but, wouldn't anyone in my shoes feel the same way? I mean she let her pimp beat me and burn me, she cared more about getting high then feeding me and clothing me.

I need to not think about that crack whore before I punch something.

Finally finding a staircase in the back of the fucking school I climb up to the second floor, I still have no clue where my class is. If I am late it's not my fault, its whoever built this dumb ass school's fault. The first bell rings signaling everyone to make their way to class before the final bell. Everyone around me basically runs into the classrooms around the area, leaving only me in the hallway without a clue where to go.

I look towards one class and see that it is room 220. I have to be close right? I start walking down the hall until I finally reach room 215. As I enter the room I can see the teacher standing near the front writing something on the board and all the students sitting around on their phones or talking with their friends. Friends, something I don't have nor do I even want. They all turn out to be assholes anyways. What's the point?

I walk into the class and find a seat in the back near the window, at least I have something decent to look at when I get bored.

The final bell rings signaling the start of first period and the teacher turns around and introduces himself "hello everyone, I am Mr. Williams and welcome to American literature." He continues to blab on about his background in education and how excited he is to teach us this year. I could not care less what this guy has to say, it really makes no difference to me what kind of degree he has or where he got it from. Can you just teach us? The first day is always a waste of time, teachers just talk and talk about themselves and then pass out the syllabus which is usually no help at all. We really only need to get a parent signature and then never look at it again.

I go through 3 different classes and they are all the same, teacher talks, I get bored, we get a syllabus. By the time the bell rings for lunch I have just about had it with this school. At least in my other school they taught some sort of material on the first day, here we just talk about what we are going to learn.

I get my lunch and sit down at an unoccupied table in the back corner of the cafeteria, hopefully no one tries to bother me. I pull out the current book I am reading, or re- reading I should say, Pride and Prejudice. I am deeply engrossed in the story when I hear the chair across from me being pull out, I look up ready to yell at whoever it is trying to disturb me when I am met with the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. Holy shit! I think this is the girl that almost ran into me this morning, I only can tell because her long brown hair looks as unruly as it did when she was running, does she not care about her appearance? I thought that all high school aged girls only care about their looks, she doesn't appear to be like that.

"Hello." She says to me. Even her voice is beautiful.

"Hi" I reply unable to form any more words.

"I am Ana, what's your name?"

"Christian"

"Oh that's a nice name. Anyway I only wanted to talk to you because I saw that you were reading one of my favorite books. How do you like it?" Wow she talks a mile a minute. Her and Mia would probably get along great.

"It's pretty good. I have actually read it about 4 times now" I tell her truthfully

She smiles at me "4 times? So does that mean you are a literature lover or do you only have one book?"

I laugh at her question "I wouldn't say I am a lover of literature but it does provide an escape for me."

"Me too" she whispers. She sounds like she has seen a thing or two that no one else would want to see. I feel the same way.

"So what grade are you in Christian?" she asks changing the subject.

"I am a junior. You?"

"I'm a sophomore" she replies. I would have pegged her as a freshman, she looks very young.

"That's cool" I tell her as I go back to my book.

"would you mind if I just sat with you for the rest of lunch?" she asks sheepishly

"Why would you want to do that; don't you have friends that you want to hang out with"

They will probably be better company than me.

"Um… no. I just moved here and I don't really know anyone." She says her eyes downcast.

"Oh, well then I guess you can sit with me. I'm not much company though" I tell her.

"that's okay, at least I won't be alone." She smiles widely at me.

We sit in silence until the bell rings marking the end of the lunch hour. As I am packing up my book I see her shifting nervously in front of me.

"are you okay?" I ask

"Oh… yeah…" she trails off

"Are you sure?"

"would it be okay if we did this again tomorrow?" she blurts out he cheeks immediately turn red out of embarrassment. "it's okay if you don't want to, I just thought I would ask"

The thought of seeing Ana again tomorrow sounds very appealing. There is something about this girl that draws me to her. "Yeah. I think that would be okay." I smile

"Okay" she stands and walks over to my side of the table. "See you tomorrow, same time, same place" she leans down, her hand resting on my shoulder, and presses a light kiss to my cheek. Before I have any time to react she is gone. She just touched me and I didn't feel any pain. Only a weird tingling feeling. I touch my cheek in the spot she kissed and smile. I think I like her.

After school I drive over to my dad's office in downtown Seattle, this is my punishment for the last fight I was in. Originally I was supposed to work in the Lincoln's backyard but on the first day I was there Mrs. Lincoln tried to kiss me. I left immediately and told my parents, I don't think they really believed me but I refused to go back there again. So instead dad told me that I will be working for him at his office. I file papers and call clients, all the boring shit that receptionists do, but at least I get paid to do it. As I am walking into the office I can't help the smile on my face as I think about Ana and the kiss she gave me. There is something about her. I run into dad leaving his office and he regards me funnily.

"What has you smiling so big son?"

"I met someone." I tell him truthfully. Normally I don't share anything with my parents but something makes me want to talk about her.

"Oh you did? At school?" he asks surprised. I know. What a shock.

"Yeah, she sat with me at lunch." I smile again thinking about Ana.

He smiles back at me, "That's great son, I am happy to see you making friends. Your mother would be ecstatic to hear this"

"I bet she would" I laugh thinking about how mom would react to hearing about me talking to a girl.

"Okay, get to work son. I know you probably have homework so you can leave as soon as you are finished filing all those papers" he says pointing to my desk with a large stack of paper work sitting on top of it.

I go to the desk and set out to my filing, trying to finish as quickly as possible so I can go home.

That night at dinner we are all sitting around our very large dining table. Dad is at the head, mom is seated next to him on the right, Mia next to her. Then Elliot and I take up the left side. I have not been able to keep the smile off my face, my mind always going back to Ana. She's so sweet and beautiful. I don't even know anything about her and I already can't stop thinking about her.

"What has you so giddy?" my 12 –year- old sister asks. I look up from my plate and realize everyone is staring at me, waiting for my answer.

"Umm nothing." I lie. I am such a shitty liar and they all see right through me.

"Christian made a friend at school today" dad interjects. Mom loudly gasps, shocked to hear that I talked to someone and it didn't turn into a fight.

"Oh, Christian, that's great! I am so happy to hear that. What is their name?" she asks, I can already tell she will probably start crying.

"Her name is Ana" I murmur looking down at my plate again.

"Oooo, a girlfriend" Mia cheers

"She's not my girlfriend Mia!" I tell her

"But you want it to be" Elliot says joining the conversation. Elliot, only 17 and already a man- whore.

"Shut up Lelliot!" I yell at him

"Alright Children. Settle down" Dad says trying to regain control of the room.

"Christian, that's great that you met a friend, I hope we can meet her soon" mom says effectively ending the conversation on my personal life. We finish dinner and I head up to my room to read some more before bed, Ana always not too far from my mind. That night is the first night I had with no nightmares since before I was adopted.

For the rest of the week we do the same thing, we at the same table in the back, talk for a little bit then read for the rest of the time. It is Friday now and I am sitting at our table waiting for Ana to arrive. When she does I can feel the breath leave my lungs. She's so beautiful, and she is so unassuming about it which makes her even more beautiful. She is wearing a simple black shirt, jeans and black and white converse. She smiles when she sees me and sits down in the chair next to me as opposed to across from me like she has before.

Before I have any time to think I just blurt out "would you like to go on a date with me?"

Her eyes widen as she takes in my question. "me?" she asks while looking around to see if I could have been speaking to someone else.

"Yes you, silly. Who else would I have been talking to?"

"I don't know" she whispers nervously.

"So? Do you want to?" I ask again

She smiles and replies "of course I would"

I give her the biggest smile I can. "Awesome! Can I get your number so we can make plans for the date?" I ask

"Oh yeah sure. Let me see your phone" I hand her my phone and she makes quick work of typing her number in the calling herself so she can have my number as well.

"Thanks!" I tell her just as the lunch bell rings, even though I don't really want to leave her yet.

"Can I walk you to class" I ask in an attempt to spend more time with her. I just can't get enough.

"Yeah, I would like that." She replies standing up and putting on her backpack. I stand and do the same, taking her hand in mine when I am finished. She looks from our joined hands and then up to me blushing in the process.

Turns out her class is right next to mine so I know I won't be late. When we arrive at the door she turns to face me smiles then gives me a kiss on the cheek. I return the gesture but kiss her forehead instead.

"I will see you later Christian" she says before disappearing into the classroom. I turn and go into mine and realize I am already in too deep with this beautiful girl. I have never felt like this before.

She said yes. I can't believe it! I have a date, with a girl. I honestly never thought this day would come. I mean I know I'm a good looking guy and all but I just don't think someone would ever actually like me. I'm too fucked up for that. Maybe once she gets to know me better she will realize that too. I better savor the time while I have it.

I have no idea where I'm going to take her, dinner I guess. Maybe I should talk to Elliot, or dad. Dad would be the better option, Elliot would probably just tell me to take her to the closest bed and fuck her. Not that I wouldn't like to fuck her, I am a guy after all but I want to show her that I actually like her.

"Mr. Grey, can you tell me the answer?" I hear my pre-calc teacher- Mrs. Wall ask me bringing me out of my thoughts. I honestly have no idea what is going on right now, I haven't been paying attention. I look up at the board and see a problem writer there. I quickly calculate the answer in my head and blurt out "72".

"Correct! Good job." She commends me. To be honest this shit is really easy I don't even know why I am in this class I can do all of it without even trying.

The bell rings marking the end of another day, also, it's Friday the weekend is finally here. The only downside to the weekend is that I won't be able to see Ana. She gave me her phone number though, maybe I can get her to go on that date with me tomorrow.

As I walk out to my car I pull out my phone planning on texting her when I hear "hey handsome" from behind me. I turn around and am met with my blue eyed beauty.

"Hey Ana!" I smile "What are you doing this weekend?" I ask hopeful she's free

"Oh you know, a little if this, a little of that." She replies letting out a giggle. That is such a beautiful sound.

"Would you happen to be free tomorrow?" I ask looking down at the street

"I think so. Would you happen to be trying to put together that date you asked me on earlier?"

"Yeah. Only if you're not busy and all" I run my hands through my hair, a nervous habit that I have.

"I would love you go out with you tomorrow" she smiles

"Okay I will call you in the morning with the details."

She walks closer to me and wraps her hands around my neck. I immediately freeze, waiting for the pain and burning to begin. When it doesn't I relax and I look down at her, she has a concerned look on her face.

"Are you okay Christian?" She asks

"Umm. Yeah" I say shrugging off my touch issues.

"If you say so" she replies standing on her tip toes and pressing a light kiss to my cheek. I smile at her and press a kiss of my own to her forehead.

"Do you need a ride home or anything?" I ask knowing she can't drive yet

She releases her hands from my neck and steps back. "My friend Kate was going to drive me, but if you're offering I would much rather spend time with you"

"I would love you drive you home" I smile. I take her hand and lead her to my 2017 Audi A6, a gift from my grandparents for my 16th birthday. Mom and dad didn't think I deserved a car due to all the trouble I had been in but my grandparents insisted every 16 –year- old needs their own car. They won.

"So, where do you live exactly?" I ask realizing I just offered to drive her home even though I have no idea where she lives.

"oh" she laughs "I guess you need to know that information"

"yeah it is kind of helpful" I reply. She gives me her address and I realize that she only lives a few neighborhoods away from me. That may come in handy someday. I think to myself as I start the engine and pull out of my parking spot.

The drive to her house is done in comfortable silence, it's not that we don't have anything to say, its that we don't really feel the need to talk to each other and fill every second with mindless chit chat. We are okay with just sitting her and being with each other. Or at least I am. Anything to spend a little extra time with her.

I pull up to her house and park my car. I turn towards Ana and reach my hand out to grasp hers. She turns to me as well and smiles "Thank you for the ride Christian, I will see you tomorrow for our date"

"I am looking forward to it" I reply. With that she gets out of the car and heads inside. On the way to dad's office I think about my feelings for Ana. Never did I think I was going to have any sort of romantic feelings for a woman. With my touch issue I thought I was going to remain a virgin for the rest of my life. But with her I can see all the possibilities awaiting us, I just hope she feels the same.

Let me know what you think.