I do not own FSOG
Note: This story is set in an alternate universe
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Not meant to be?
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She has known him her whole life. Christian Grey…
Christian with his leather jacket; black or brown. It does not matter. He always looked like a bad boy wearing it.
Was he good looking? Of course he was. That she had to admit. However, he also was a huge jerk. He always had girls hanging around him. Everyday another girl on his arm, and he loved flirting with them.
Ewww.
All the girls from school liked him. But not her! She did not like him at all. Nope, Anastasia Steele most definitely didn't like the boy.
She did her very best to ignore and avoid him at all times. Ana has been for years. However, fate had other plans for the two of them.
One day, Ana found out that he was flunking math and needed a tutor.
At first she didn't want to help him, because he always acted like a jerk towards her.
They hung out in the same group, but he never really spoke to her. The only thing he enjoyed doing was to get under her skin.
"Tutor Christian Grey? NEVER!" She said in such a convincing manner a few days ago.
However, when he walked up to her this morning at school with his math book in his hand, Ana decided then to help the big jerk.
Why? Well, because 1. She wasn't a jerk and 2. Ana was the kind of person who always helped others if they needed her.
And now here she was waiting for him to show up. Ana opened the front door, and there he stood with nothing in his hand. NOTHING!
She couldn't believe her eyes.
"Where are your books, Christian?" She asked with a disapproving look on her face.
"I don't know, maybe in school or at my house." Christian replied, and shrugged, looking uninterested.
Ana gave him a deadly glare and felt her blood boil. "Well, how in the hell am I supposed to tutor you without your freaking books?" she said, gritting her teeth." You must be joking, Christian!"
He rolled his eyes, and said. "I bet you have spare ones, can't you tutor me with one of those?"
Well… right then she lost it. "You know what, Christian! If you want to stop playing football, that's your PROBLEM. Not mine!" Ana shouted." I can't help you, if you are not interested in getting the grade you need. So, will you please do me a favor and get out!"
Ana was pissed. Without waiting for his reaction, she turned on her heels and walked away, leaving the door open.
"Unbelievable! Clearly, he doesn't want my help." she mumbled, while walking straight to the kitchen to grab a soda.
She needed to calm down. ASAP.
Like usual, Christian got on her nerves. She normally was a calm person, with lots of patience. However, he always seemed to have a talent to get under her skin.
ALWAYS.
After she had calmed down, Ana walked back in the direction of the living room.
"What are you still doing here, Christian?" Ana asked, as she reached him.
However, he didn't answer her, nor did he look at Ana.
He just stood there and looked at the photos of her and her mother, when she was younger.
At one point, Christian turned his face and finally locked eyes with her, the expression on his face scaring the hell out of her.
"Christian, are you OK?" She carefully asked, but he only shook his head.
"No… that didn't happen" he whispered, and then stormed out of the house.
"Christian! Wait!" she said, but it was no use. He was gone.
Ana shook her head, wondering what had happened for him to act this way. "This boy clearly has issues" she said aloud, and closed the front door.
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Approximately half an hour later, Christian arrived home. He parked his car and went straight to his room, avoiding his mother and their maid.
"Are you hungry, Christian?" Gail had asked, but he ignored her and stormed passed her, and went up the stairs.
With a loud thud he closed and then locked his bedroom door. With tears in his eyes, Christian landed on his bed, trying his best to make sense of what he remembered after all these years.
Anastasia Steele.
They used to be friends in middle school. No, not just friends.
She was his best friend. But all of that changed on that fateful day.
While awful images plagued him, he blocked them by thinking of something else.
In this case… someone else.
Ana.
What an annoying girl. Always with a smile on her gorgeous face… she was such a miss goody two-shoes. She always had to participate in everything. Literally EVERYTHING!
She really thought she was so perfect. That's why he loved to get under her skin. He thought it was just hilarious! Christian purposely got on her nerves, and because he has known her his whole life, he knew exactly how to push her buttons.
That's also the reason why he purposely went to her house without his books. Christian really had fun teasing her, and almost laughed in her face, when she turned red from anger.
But his 'victory' wasn't for long, because of what he saw in her living room.
Again, his mind was plagued by the images from years ago.
He frantically wiped away the tears, and got up from his bed. When he reached the master bathroom, Christian felt the emptiness in his heart.
He had a lot of friends from school, mostly the guys from football. However, he didn't really have anyone who he trusted enough to talk about his troubles.
Christian washed his face, and felt his heart ache once again.
That photo… God.
As he stared at his own reflection in the mirror, Christian thought back on what happened at Ana's place.
He was looking at the photos on the living room wall. On one of them, she looked so cute. He even smiled, and wanted to tease her some more.
But then he saw that picture! Christian remembered that day so clearly. He and Ana were both 12 years old. Christian remembered that his mom had taken that picture.
Ana's mother had to work, so she brought her to Christian's house for that afternoon.
As those memories flashed through Christian's mind, he felt his heart ache tremendously.
"Dad" he whispered, while tears streamed down his handsome face.
That day, 5 years ago, everything in Christian's life went to hell. It was the worst day in his life.
The last day he remembered being happy.
Note: I apologize for my absence, you all.
Life has been fucked up. My co-workers and I are on strike, and life's just been so crazy lately.
I WILL finish my stories. I just need time, i think?
Anyway. I hope this inspires me to write more, and inspires me to finish my other stories.
Again, i apologize.
Laterzzz,
J