After our argument in English, Christian stopped speaking to me. It wasn't gradual. He just stayed silent instantly. In all our classes, he never said a word, and left before I'd even gotten out of my seat.

I didn't know how to feel about it. I'd told him to leave me alone, but I didn't think he actually would. Truth be told, I'd expected him to continue to pursue me. Apologise over and over again until I crumbled. Not once did I think he'd actually leave me alone. I wanted so badly to talk to him, but I wouldn't make the first move. I was too stubborn, a quality I hated deeply. I had no idea he'd go so long without speaking to me.

I spent breaks and lunch with Kate. As predicted, the boys had taken Christian's side, though they still spoke to me when I ran into them. I started to feel the loss deeply after a few weeks. Not just of Christian, but of my friends. We all felt like strangers now. I came to the realisation that I'd never known life without Christian. He'd always been there. A constant. It was hard not to call him when something small had happened during the day. I missed being at his house, working on his business. I missed his smile, our conversations, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about something he loved. I missed his kisses, his touch... I missed him so much it hurt.

After school, I'd taken to either studying super hard or being clingy with Kate. She didn't mind though; she didn't have many friends these days either. Christian tried out for the football team with Brody and made it. I saw him in his uniform heading to practice sometimes and he looked unreal.

For Kate's sixteenth, we spent the night at hers together drinking wine and talking about the Grey brothers. Kate got a car from her parents and we spent the entire weekend driving around and shopping. She didn't want a party. She said the last few had been awful enough and I couldn't help but agree.

The following week, I started my own driving lessons. I'd always thought I'd share the experience with Christian and so it was tarnished somewhat.

At school on Monday, we were learning about mind altering drugs in chemistry. Christian's words from weeks ago started to float around my head.

She drugged me Ana...

Later that night in my bedroom, I pulled open my laptop and typed into the google search bar - drugs used to have sex with someone.

After some lengthy ads on Viagra, I found an interesting article titled date rape drugs that listed several possibilities and the effects they could have on a victim. I skimmed through.

Rohypnol – side effects can include dizziness, loss of control of muscles, slurred speech…

I clicked on another link.

GHB- side effects can include confusion, clumsiness, vomiting…

Underneath were accounts from victims, describing their incapacitation. 'I couldn't move, I couldn't see properly. I had no idea what was going on or where I was…'

I closed the tabs, shaking from head to toe. I felt shivers run through me as I recalled Christian's obvious confusion at what was happening. His vomiting, his claims he could not move…

Head in my hands, a wave of guilt washed over me. I'd dismissed him completely in my anger. In my rage to blame him for talking to Leila. Just because he'd talked to her, didn't mean he had consented. He had tried to explain it all to me and I had ignored him…

I shook my head. I couldn't afford to go down that path. I needed to concentrate.

After concluding that Christian very well may have been drugged, I also concluded that the girl who did it needed to be punished.

After some stalking on Elliot's My Space friends list, I finally found her.

Leila Williams. 17 years old. Senior.

She went to our school and seemed to be a full-time raver. All her pictures photographed her at boozy parties in mini skirts; guys' arms wrapped around her whilst she laughed. I hated her with a ferocity I never knew I possessed. How dare she?

I would make sure she would pay, if it's the last thing I did.

Later that evening, my fingers hovered Christian's number on my phone. I'd been doing the exact same thing for over half an hour; my heart hammering in my chest as I chickened out each time. Would he answer? Would he shout at me and tell me to fuck off? I had no idea how he'd react, but I had to try. I needed to tell him I believed him. Tell him I cared. With a huge breath and a pep talk of you can do this Ana, stop being a coward, I finally pressed the call button.

When it rang out for several seconds, I resigned myself to the fact that he was going to continue to ignore me. Just about to hang up, a crackle came through the phone and then a voice. A girl's voice.

"Hello?" the voice laughed. "Who's this? Hey, Christian…someone's ringing you.'

My once hammering heart stopped still; my throat was dry.

There was noise in the background of the call. More voices. Music. It sounded like a party.

Christian's voice broke through the noise. "Hello?" he said. I hadn't heard his voice for weeks and just the sound of it sent waves of relief through me.

"Ana? Is that you?"

"Christian," I breathed.

The music faded away; I assumed he'd found a quieter place.

"What do you want?" He asked, his voice now cold.

Anger rose in my chest at his tone.

"Is that what you do now?" I bit back, forgetting my original intention of calling. "Get your new girlfriend to answer the phone?"

He laughed and I wanted to hit him.

"Maybe," he replied.

I almost stopped breathing. He'd just confirmed it. He had a new girlfriend.

The music got louder.

"If you've got nothing to say, I need to get back to the party," he said meanly. "I can't wait around for you to – hold on Hattie – yeah, bye."

He hung up on me and the silence that followed was deafening.

"Do you know anyone called Hattie?" I asked Kate the following day at school.

After crying my eyes out last night, I'd finally fallen asleep. This morning, I'd covered my dark circles with plenty of concealer and vowed to keep my dignity and pretend like nothing had happened.

Kate and I were sitting outside during break, eating apples. I broached the question as casually as possible.

"Yeah," she said, taking a sip of water. "Harriet Paige. She's a junior on the cheerleading team."

I bristled.

"Is she pretty?" I asked hesitantly.

Kate turned to face me then, suspicious.

"Why? What's happened?" She asked, knowing me far too well.

I quickly told her about Christian and the phone call, and she gave me a grimace.

"What's she like?" I pressed.

"Honestly? She's really nice," Kate then said, standing up. Looking at my furious gaze, she amended her statement. "Of course, now that she might be seeing Christian," she continued - "she's a complete bitch. I mean, she's not even that pretty."

I gave Kate a small smile for her attempts.

Turns out, I didn't have to wait long to fulfil my curiosity of Harriet Paige. As I walked into the cafeteria later that day with Kate, I saw a small girl sat between Christian and Adam, her infectious laugh spreading. She had deep green eyes and thick flowing red hair. Her teeth were pearly white against her golden-brown tanned skin. She was super thin and completely perfect. She looked like princess Ariel. I watched as she chatted animatedly to Christian and a thousand insecurities washed over me. Words like pale, mousy, curvy flittered across my mind. Is this what he really liked? Had he just been settling because I was the only one available? The only one he was comfortable with?

Is this how easily he pushed me aside? I hadn't even thought about finding someone new. All I wanted was him. He was all I'd ever wanted. He had replaced me within a mere three weeks. A lifelong friendship thrown to the trash in an instant. Did he care about me at all? I wanted to be sick.

Kate spotted her the a few moments after I had and pulled my arm gently backwards.

"Hey, let's skip lunch and go outside," she said softly, taking hold of my hand. "I'll drive us to get pizza after school."

I swallowed and nodded, letting her lead me away.

Nobody would see me break down and cry. I would not give Christian Grey the satisfaction.

Christian POV next chapter. Don't worry guys, I promise this is a HEA and they'll be back together super soon but sometimes in life, there's bumps along the road. Please leave a review, and whose side are we on now? Has it changed or stayed the same? – Elizabeth x