hapter Seven

Ana's POV

She walked down the school hall heading to the lunch room with butterflies in her tummy, being the new girl wasn't easy, in fact it down right sucked. She rounded her shoulders and decided if neither Kate nor Jose were in there she would just take her lunch out to the school field and eat it there.

She pushed open the cafeteria door and her eyes scored the sea of chattering student's heads, filling the room with a raucous of laughter and banter and her heart sank with disappointment. Two girls she recognised from her economics class, sat at the only table with spare seats, they watched her walk in and then put their heads together in a whisper and giggled. Ana ducked her head, letting her hair fall over her face as she decided perhaps she wasn't so hungry after all. Hitching her back pack up onto her shoulder she turned to leave.

"Don't go hungry because of them"

Her head shot up, first seeing the well-defined, lithe chest in her eye line, his build clear to see even below the crisp white t-shirt, her eyes travelled on, already knowing the face she'd see but taking her time over the sharp cut jaw and soft slender lips before her eyes landed on the impassive grey eyes of Christian Grey.

"They're just curious, threatened most likely."

"Threatened? Of me? Have you seen me?" She laughed in disbelief.

Christian blinked as if the joke was lost on him. "Well. Yes."

Ana creased her brow as she felt her cheeks heat up not even wanting to dare try to interpret that. Of course, he'd seen her. They'd spent an awkward car ride home just the night before for pities sake and only then because he was in desperate need of a ride home which he then had made her practically swear to keep secret.

Ana shuffled along as the queue inched forwards and spared a glance back over her shoulder at Christian, she tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled tentatively, unsure what else to do with the silence.

Christian, to her disbelief returned her smile briefly until his face frosted over once again as if he'd caught his mistake. Ana stared at the sandwiches that looked as though they had been sat there all week and caught sight of Christian shaking his head out of the corner of her eye.

"I'd not recommend it on a Friday" He said as if reading her mind and he slid his tray towards her and reached for a new one himself. "I'd go for something hot… they usually can't mess up the pizza so much"

Ana nodded but didn't relish the thought of having to find a seat to eat. "Are you eating in here?" She asked, not recognising her own voice as it sounded so timid. Damn her parents for deciding to move in her senior year. She knew this was a huge promotion for her dad and she mentally kicked herself for being selfish but if she hadn't lucked out and met Kate during summer break, this would be beyond unbearable. But Kate was so busy and popular sometimes it was like trying to latch onto a whirlwind.

Something in Christian's expression seem to falter as he seemed to battle with himself, he looked back out to the canteen, the same girls now staring between him and Ana slack jawed and when he returned his gaze to Ana something in it had softened, like peace after a storm as he nodded. "Yes, I think I'll take my chances."

Chances? Was the food that bad? Or was it the dining hall or the company? …was it her company?

"What d'ya waaant" the nasily voice of the assistant asked, ladle poised mid-air looking beyond bored.

"Erm…" Ana bit her lip as a slop of brown goop dripped from her ladle and landed on… was that carrot's or baked beans? Ana grimaced, yet again losing her appetite. Why oh why had she over slept and not had time to make lunch this morning?

"Pizza. We'll both take pizza… please" Christian leaned over her to speak to the surly dark haired woman who Ana suspected was actually ten years younger than she actually looked, and as the resentful face of the woman glowed just a little as her eyes darted over young but wizened face of Christian, Ana remembered exactly why she over slept, it had taken her hours to be tired enough to get that same face out of her mind and all the racing emotion's it inspired in order to fall asleep. The woman smiled and the motion seemed so stiff it was as if her face had forgotten how. She scooped up two slices of pizza and placed them each on a plate and handed them over.

Christian added a bottle of water to each of their trays without even a glance at Ana and opened his wallet and handed over some money to the cashier. Ana's jaw dropped as she realised he had just paid for her too.

"I can pay…"

Christian glanced at her as he held out his hand and took his change without looking or counting it. "Well, I owe you for last night."

Ana shook her head. "Actually, I already owed you for the ride you gave me when Wanda blew her starter motor"

"But you kept your word and didn't tell anyone."

Ana's face dropped and she hadn't even realised she had been smiling. He was buying her silence.

"How do you know I didn't?"

Christian frowned "Believe me, I'd know"

"You're talking to me now, what about these witnesses?" Ana looked out across the packed room.

Christian nodded and seemed to pale slightly as he raked his hand through his hair "As I-"

"Ana! There you are! I've been looking-…" Kate hugged her before she stopped mid-sentence as she took in the full picture. "…Christian Grey?"

"Last time I looked" He said flatly.

Kate turned back to Ana, her interest in Christian already lost. "We need to talk about the party tonight… I have this dress you would look stunning in" She said as she reached out to ruffle her fingers through Ana's hair, teasing it to frame her face, Christian turned away in disinterest, set down his tray and took his water bottle in one hand and lifted his pizza slice from his plate in the other.

"I have to go." Christian announced no apology or explanation as he strode from the dinner hall and rounded the corner out of view.

Kate watched him leave impassively until her eyes fell back on Ana as she watched him too. "Oh no, no. I know that look… Do not even- Just no Ana. He's a gorgeous bastard yes, but Grey doesn't talk to us mortals let alone date us. There's something not right about him, he's disturbed or something. Plus, well…" She leaned into Ana to whisper "I'm ninety-nine point nine percent certain he's… Gay" Her voice grew smaller and smaller with each word until she simply mouthed 'gay'.

Ana's brow creased, she didn't care that he was gay… Did she?

Kate guided her to the seats near the earlier giggling girls and scowled at them until they packed up their lunch bags in a hurry and left as soon as Ana and Kate sat down.

"Pizza… good choice" Kate nodded in approval, stealing a piece of pepperoni from the top. "So tonight, a little bird tells me Jose Rodriguez wants to go with you. My advice to you is do it- do it- do it!" Kate bounced in her seat, causing the entire table to shake.

"I don't know Kate…" Ana couldn't help but laugh at her friend's enthusiasm "He's just a friend…"

Kate scoffed. "Please, at least he likes the female variety of the human race and knows how to smile. Jose is your date. End of. Got it!?"

Ana smiled and nodded with a resigned shrug and picked up her pizza, after all it was a huge party, it was hardly a date- date, right?

Christians POV

He made himself finish the last of his pizza as his long strides carried him down the hall, not even thinking where he was going although not thinking appeared to be the theme for the day. He pushed open the door to the boy's rest rooms with a slam and braced his hands on the basin as the door bounced back into its frame, ignoring the reflection in the mirror in front of him.

What was he doing? Being punished by Elena was one thing, he could handle that, hell he even craved it sometimes. Although denial like last night was one of the hardest, he could handle the removal of her affection to an extent; his fifty shades would always ensure he would never feel deserving of it any way. But if she left him, sent him away and cut him off he would once again be adrift but worse, he would now know what it was like to have something to anchor himself to. How could that ever be replaced?

He set the water running, it gushed out of the faucet with a roar and splashed up at him and against the tarnished mirror he continued to ignore. He cupped his palms and scooped up handfuls of water and lowered his face, desperately splashing the cool clarity over his skin. He gasped from holding his breath and finally met his reflection. Rivets of water ran down his nose and jaw and dripped off his chin, his sodden thick black lashes clumped together in spikes. He saw her in his face, the crack whore, his birth mother. Just echoes of her, the shape of his eyes the curve of his lips the same haunted looked that he stared back at himself with. He was a fuck up too; perhaps it was nature over nurture. Perhaps he had inherited more than bone structure from her and his fate had always been set?

The main difference was his hair colour; his disarray of unruly auburn hair that curled into his eyes was not from his mother. She had long brunette hair that he remembered the most poignant. He would brush it and play with it in happy moments.

When Kavanagh had teased Anastasia's rich dark hair around her face and let it fall around her shoulders the way she had, the contrast it made against Ana's almost porcelain face and her large blue innocent eyes had made Christian feel a snap inside him. A snap he couldn't afford to feel.

A barrage of male laughter and voices sounded from beyond the door and Christian instinctively slipped into the stall behind him. He heard the door open and the chatter of what must have been three maybe four voices.

"Fuck you Wes" a jovial familiar voice echoed followed by more laughter.

"Kate's party will be epic!" roared a second person. Christian rolled his eyes to the ceiling; he just didn't get his peers, never would.

"I can get my hands on three cases, my bro owes me and maybe my Mom's gin. It's vile but we could slip it in the punch. Loosen some people up a bit?"

"Jose's date definitely needs loosening up, that's for damn sure!" taunted a third voice.

"I said fuck you!" the same voice as before laughed again.

"You probably got a better chance of fucking me than you do your girl Rodriguez and believe me you have fuck all hope of that!"

Ah, Rodriguez, Christian thought, he should have recognised his voice.

"Nuh-uh, don't be so sure… I have hopes, I have hopes" Jose replied with a chuckle, and Christian could picture him nodding along to himself.

"Why would you? You want Jose to fuck you Wes? I swear you're batting on Grey's team. I see the way you look at him…" Taunted the second boy again… "It's kinda like…" The boy adopted the sing song sound of that annoying fucking song. "A-aha, he works owwwt, da-da-na-na-naaa.." Two of the three boys fell about laughing as the third, Wes, just ranted a string of un-amused cusses at them.

Christian shook his head to himself, if only they had the first idea.

The bell shook over their heads in a deafening drill to signal lunch break over and Christian waited until he heard the door close and the sound of their boisterous banter fade away. Wiping a last remaining drop of water from his chin with the back of his hand and not sparing the mirror another glance he headed back out to the hall.

By the time, he had reached English Lit he was the last to arrive, yet his desk right in front of Denver's desk was still empty and he wasn't sure if it was Denver or himself that was the deterrent.

He strode across the front of class, keeping his eyes on his seat, feeling eyes on him but that was nothing new and something he usually easily ignored, but today he had to force his eyes to stay on his chair and had to concentrate on every step he was taking as if walking was no longer a sub-conscious effort.

"Ah. Mr. Trevellyn-Grey, nice of you to join us, and congratulations, you and Miss Steele here are the only two to keep your freedom tomorrow morning and pass my test" Christian's eyes automatically sort to find Ana's who was simply crimson with mortification as the rest of the class groaned and complained about their fates. Ana bit her lip, her teeth grazing slowly over the soft, plump, pink flesh, and Christian felt his own lips fall slack as he watched. Ana broke his trance as she turned to glance around at the almost riotous class who all faced a morning detention while illegally hung over before she shrugged lost and shyly looked at Christian. Christian couldn't help but smile as he simply shrugged back in response.

Elena's POV

Elena was jostled awake by the feel of hot sticky breath at the back of her neck as rough calloused hands snagged against the satin of her night gown as they greedily roamed over her body and feminine curves. Pulling her onto her back as he shifted his weight on top of her, he was so heavy as he fumbled to push the material up her thighs and she let him settle between them.

"Welcome home darling…"She purred, masking her repulsion as she lifted her eyes to the ceiling as he hummed a moan in response to her greeting against the curve of her neck and with a thrust of his hips and a grunt in his throat he sunk into her deeply, Elena's unprepared body tensed and pinched at his intrusion and she studied the ceiling rose dutifully as he grunted roughly in her ear, taking his pleasure as he gripped her waist tightly. All too soon yet never soon enough his body shuddered before he stilled above her, giving a guttural groan and like the dutiful trophy wife she was, she faked it.

He collapsed heavily on top of her to catch his breath and she squirmed beneath him. Unsatisfied, she realised she had released her beautiful, precious and damaged, horny teenage lover out to the wolves, angry and unsatisfied.

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