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"Hello, Anastasia," says Tara as I am getting myself and Dean a plate of dinner. I dropped Dean off after school and then went straight to the dance studio to do some work for my audition in a couple months.

"Hey," I say with a smile.

"How was ballet?"

"It was good," I say, "I got a good workout in. Is my dad home?"

"No but he said when he gets home he wants to talk to you," she says as she looks at the plates of food. "Hungry?"

"Did he say what he wanted?" I ask as I pick up the plates. My dad has been calling me since I got to the dance studio. I finally had to turn my phone off because it was interrupting my private lesson. "And yeah I worked up an appetite," I say.

"No he didn't say what he wanted," she says, "and you're that hungry for two plates of food. You're really hungry lately. Two plates of breakfast, two lunches for school and now two plates of food for dinner, is there something you want to tell me?" she asks.

"In regards to what?" I ask.

"Your increased appetite, two weeks ago we could barely get you to eat the smallest amount of food and now all of a sudden you're eating this much? What's going on, Anastasia, are you pregnant?"

"Um no," I say. "I'm just hungry," I say with a shrug. "I'll be in my room."

"Something is going on, Anastasia," she says. "Don't keep secrets from me."

"Tara, everything is fine," I say as I make my way to the set of stairs in the kitchen before I make my way upstairs to my room to have dinner with Dean. Tara is going to figure it out sooner or later. She knows I'm not one to eat very much food if any at all. "I'm home," I say as I walk into my bedroom to see Dean laying on my bed in just a pair of sweat pants and no shirt on reading "Catcher In The Rye." I smile at him as I he closes the book and sits up showing off his perfect abs and his perfect chest with just a little chest hair.

"Hey, Beautiful," he says with a smile as he gets up to walk over to me. He gives me a soft kiss on the lips and says, "how was ballet?"

"Good. I worked hard but it was good," I say with a smile. "What did you do while I was gone?"

"Just did some math and science homework then I did some reading. I'm liking this Holden kid in Catcher in the Rye more and more. I like this book. It is a good read. I never thought I would like reading so much. Anyway you brought me food," he says with a smile.

"I did," I say with a smile as I hand him his plate, "smoked salmon, shrimp and a crab cake. I hope you like it."

"I haven't had such amazing food in my life," he says as we sit down on the floor to eat. "Do you eat lobsters and shit like that?" he asks.

"Yes," I say with a smile. "Tara is getting suspicious."

"Because you're getting two plates of food?" he asks cutting into his salmon.

"Yes," I say, "I kind of didn't eat that much before. I was scared to eat too much. I didn't want to get fat."

He stops and looks at me, "Anastasia, you are not fat if anything you're too skinny you could use some weight. I know you're a ballerina and all but don't starve yourself over it."

"I know but it's just I don't want to get fat."

"You'll be fine," he says, "eat up, Anastasia," he says before popping a piece of salmon in his mouth. "Mmm, this is good. It's been a long time since I ate cooked food. I pretty much live off frozen pizzas and microwave dinners nothing home cooked. My mom doesn't cook and if she does it's not very good but I can't complain at least she tries. Do you cook?"

"Mrs. Johnson has been teaching me. I don't want to be one of those rich women that grow up and depend on a maid or housekeeper to make dinner every night. I want to make dinner for my husband if I get married and my kids if I choose to have any." I cut my salmon and take a bite. "This is really good," I say with a smile.

"Told you," he says with a smile. "So what was Shawn trying to do today?"

"He was trying to get another chance with me. I didn't even want a first chance with him," I say with a smile. "But did you see his face when he saw that it was you I am with now?"

"It was priceless," he says with a smile. "It was satisfying."

"It was," I say with a smile. "He's such a crybaby. I'm sure he ran home and told his daddy and his daddy told mine."

"You think?" he asks.

"I know," I say, "my dad wants to talk to me when he gets home. He's been calling me all evening," I say as we eat.

"Your dad is going to hate me isn't he?"

"He already doesn't like you and he doesn't even know you. He just knows that you don't have money and that's the worst thing in the world to him. He makes life about being rich and having money. That's why my mom left him. She wasn't like that at all. The way I remember her is she was so sweet. She never had anything bad to say about anyone and she had a big heart. My dad's attitude chased her away. I don't know how I feel about her now though. She left three of her children behind. She never came back. She never calls or even cares to know how we're doing. For that I will never forgive her. I love her but I'm so upset with how she just walked out on us and left us with our dad."

"He doesn't know me but his opinion of me is probably right," he says. "I'm not rich and I don't have money and I'm an asshole so he pretty much has the right to hate me."

"You're not an asshole well at least not to me anyway. I think you're a great guy."

"You're the only one that really knows me," he says, "I don't let many people into my life or let many people know me or what my life consists of. You're special to me, Anastasia and I like you a lot. I want you to know me like this. What's it going to take to get your dad to like me?"

"Money," I say with a shrug. "Do you ever think about your dad?"

"I think my dad is a worthless piece of crap," he says. "My dad walked out on us to get a better life for himself and screwed my mom and me. My mom was a teen mother and he was a teen father. My mom wanted to go to college but she never got to go because he walked out. He walked out to go to college he pretty much said fuck you to us and said he was better than us and walked out. He never called my mom to see if we were okay. He never called to see how I was doing. I get one Christmas card from him each year. I don't' know why he even bothers. He's a ghost to me."

"Wow," I say. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he says, "it's life."

"I guess," I say. "Sounds like your dad and my mom would be best friends. I will never understand how someone could just walk out on their children, think it's okay and never look back."

"It's selfish," he says as we continue to eat. "Let's not talk about this anymore. My dad is not my favorite topic of discussion. I barely know the prick. I don't remember him."

"All right," I say. "Have you checked in with your mom?"

"Yeah," he says, "she's okay. She's working tonight. I told her I would probably be home tomorrow. She was crying. I felt bad."

"I wish you didn't have to leave," I say. "I like being in your company and sleeping with you every night but I understand that your mom needs you too."

"Believe me, Anastasia, I would love to spend more time here with you and spend more nights with you. There's nothing that I love more than falling asleep with you in my arms at night and waking up with you in my arms the next morning."

"I like it too," I say with a smile. "So Madame Giselle that I have a really good chance with this audition, she said the auditions are usually tough but she's been working with me on everything they could do and she said that if she was working for the Jeoffrey she would take me."

"That's awesome," he says with a smile. "If you get in what does that mean?"

"It means I'll be moving to New York this summer, going to school there and focusing on dance."

"I see," he says. "I want to come with you."

"You want to come with me?" I ask. "Where would you stay? How would you survive?"

"I don't know. I'd figure it out. I just don't want to be away from you, Anastasia."

"I don't want to be away from you either but I don't know where you would stay."

"Me either but like I said I'll figure it out. I hope you get in."

"Thanks," I say with a smile as he looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes and his growing strawberry blonde hair.

"What?" he asks.

"You're just so cute," I say with a smile.

"Thanks," he says with a smile. "I think you're cute too," he says as he leans over and kisses my lips softly.

After we finish eating I take our plates down to the kitchen and get us each a drink before heading upstairs. I let Dean know I'm taking a shower and then jump into a nice hot shower and while I shower Dean is in my room reading his book. I had no idea the boy liked to read as much as he does. He is a smart guy but he doesn't want the world to see how smart he really is. I fall for him more and more every day. When I am finished with my relaxing shower I get out and wrap a towel around me. I blow dry my long dark curly hair before I get myself dressed into a black cami and a pair of grey shorts before I walk out into my bedroom to do my hair. "Feeling better?" asks Dean as he smiles at me.

"Much better," I say with a smile. "You can take a shower whenever you want."

"I already took one while you were at ballet," he says as I get my brush to brush my hair. "Here," he says as he walks over to me. "I'll do that."

"You'll do my hair?" I ask.

"Yes," he says as he grabs a ponytail holder. "Come on," he says as he takes my hand and leads me to my bed. I take a seat in front of the bed while he sits down on the bed. I'm surprised that he wants to brush my hair. "You have such beautiful hair, Anastasia," he says as he starts to brush it.

"Thank-you," I say with a smile. "This is surprising. You know how to do hair?"

"Yes," he says and I can hear him smile. "I do my mom's hair all the time. I like to play with her hair. Just like I am sure I am going to love playing with yours. It's perfect."

"I wouldn't say perfect," I say with a smile as he brushes through my hair.

"It is," he says, "all these ringlets and it's so long. I think it's perfect. You should let it hang down more often without straightening it. When's the last time you cut your hair?"

"When I was 12,"I say. "I wanted to grow it out."

"It's beautiful," he says as I feel him part it into three parts. "I'm going to braid it if that's okay."

"You know how to braid?" I ask with my heart melting.

"I do," he says with a smile that I can hear in his voice as he starts to braid it. "It's a secret."

"No kidding," I say with a smile. "You're an awesome boyfriend you know that?"

"I guess," he says with amusement in his voice as he continues to braid my hair. "All finished," he says as he wraps the ponytail holder at the end of the braid.

I stand up and walk over to my mirror. He did a great job. "You did a great job," I say with a smile as I look at my braid. "I'm impressed," I say with a smile as he walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

"What are you impressed by?" he asks before he kisses my neck softly.

"You. This guy that you truly are," I say. "There is a lot more to a person than their cover. I could have easily judged you by your look or your cover but then I would have missed you this awesome guy that you are. I like it."

"And only you'll ever see it him," he says with a smile before he lays another soft kiss on my neck. "I like that mole right there." He points to a beauty mark on my neck.

"It's not a mole," I say with a smile as I turn around to face him wrapping my arms around his neck. "It's a beauty mark," I say.

"Either way I like it," he says pulling me closer to him with his arms wrapped around my waist.

"But you know what," I say with a smile as I place my hands on his shoulders.

"What?" he asks with a smile.

"I like this side of you," I say with a smile. "I like it a lot."

"Good," he says as he leans down and kisses my lips softly and passionately. I take my hands through his hair as he picks me up and carries me to my bed never breaking our kiss. I smile against his lips as he lays me down on my bed, kissing me passionately and urgently. I tug on his hair softly as he deepens our kiss. He groans in my mouth as his body lies on top of mine. He brings his hand to my cheek and strokes it softly as he kisses me deeply. "I want you," he says.

"I want you too," I say with a smile before we are sharing another deep kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck as he spreads my legs with his knee but keeps our kiss deep and passionate.

His lips find my neck and he softly kisses it making me moan in pleasure at the feel of his soft lips, his hand on my rib cage caressing it softly as his lips take control of my body from my neck to my collarbone. His lips find mine again and he kisses them softly. "Are you sure you want to do this, Anastasia? You don't think it's too soon?" he asks in a whisper.

"I want to do this," I say. "I have never been so sure of anything in my life as I am right now. I want you and I want you to make love to me," I say.

"Okay," he says before his lips are on mine again.

I push at his shoulders and he breaks the kiss. He looks down at me with intense blue eyes. "Is it going to hurt?" I ask a little nervous to have sex for the first time.

"I'll be gentle," he says with assurance. "I promise. If you don't like it we can stop at any time all right?"

"All right," I say softly before his lips are on mine again. He takes his hands up my cami as his lips find my neck again and he softly caresses my skin. I moan out at his touch and squirm. He pulls me up and lifts my cami over my head exposing my breasts before he lays me back down again. His lips finding my breasts, he kisses them softly and gently while his hand massages one of them. His lips trail down my body and he lays soft kisses on my stomach making me squirm more. I feel a smile on his lips as he kisses me, moving lower till he reaches the waist band of my shorts. He slides them down gently and kisses me down there. He parts my legs with his hand and kisses the inside of my thighs softly.

"You can tell me to stop if you really don't want to do this."

"I'm fine," I say breathless.

"Okay," he says as he takes his finger to my clit and rubs it softly making me moan. He slides another finger into me and I clench at the feel of his finger inside of me. "It's okay, Baby, just relax," he says softly. "You're fine. You're tight but you're fine," he says as he slowly starts to move his finger. It burns but makes me feel good at the same time. I moan at his touch and he slides a second finger inside making me wince. "It's okay, Baby," he says. "Just relax," he says as he moves them slowly and as I get used to it he moves his fingers a little faster. I moan out and cry out in pleasure. I feel something taking over me and cry out as my body begins to quiver and shake before I can control myself I feel myself lose control and reach my climax as I cry out in pleasure. "You're ready," he says as he pulls his fingers out of me. He gets up and walks over to his bag. He pulls out a foil packet and walks back over to the bed. He strips out of his sweatpants and his erection is free. My eyes grow large at the sight of his erection from length and width. "It's okay," he says as he opens the foil packet and pulls out a condom. I watch him as he slides it on before he comes back into the bed with me. He towers over me and says, "I'm going to go slow. If you want me to stop, Anastasia, I'll stop. Okay."

"Okay," I say softly. "Don't hurt me."

"I won't," he says as he positions himself between my legs. I feel his erection at my opening. "Ready?" he asks.

"Ready," I say anticipating the feel of him inside of me. He slides the tip in gently and I wince. As I get used to it he slides himself in a little further. I feel the burning sensation and the tearing as he enters me. He pulls back out slowly and then back in again slowly but further this time. I feel him inside of me, tearing me. I almost want to cry but I bite my lip as he starts to move slowly and softly taking his time. I close my eyes tight as I feel the pain of his erection inside of me. I hope sex gets a lot better than this because this hurts like hell.

"You're doing good," he says as he continues to move. "Are you okay?" he asks me.

"It hurts," I say.

"It will the first couple times but then you'll get used to it. Do you want me to stop?" he asks as he stops moving.

"No, Baby, keep going," I say.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I say as I wrap my arms around his neck. "Kiss me," I say with a smile.

"Okay," he says with a smile as he kisses my lips softly and passionately as he continues to move. The pain soon turns to pleasure and I feel myself building up for another climax. I feel my body start to quake again and I dig my nails into his back causing him to groan. I can't hold back and control myself anymore and cry out his name as he brings me over the edge. "Wow," he says against my lips. He keeps moving, slowly and softly. His breaths grow heavy as his movements slow. "Anastasia," he calls out with a grunt before he stills himself inside of me reaching his climax as his body collapses on mine. He nuzzles into my neck as we lay catching our breaths. "Are you okay?" he asks after moments of silence.

"Yeah," I say with a smile. "I mean it's not what I thought it would be but it wasn't as bad as I thought."

"It gets better," he says, "I promise."

"It was good but it hurt a lot."

"And it will the first couple times but by that third time you'll be all right."

"Okay," I say with a smile before I kiss his lips softly. "I enjoyed it though."

"Me too," he says with a smile before he kisses my lips again. "We can try again if you want to."

"Sure," I say with a smile.

"Okay," he says with a smile. "Let me get you cleaned up first and then get another condom."

"Okay," I say with a smile. He pulls out of me softly and I wince. "Is there blood?"

"A little bit," he says before he walks into the bathroom to get a wash cloth. He comes back out and cleans me up before he walks over to his bag to get out another condom.

We go a couple more times and Dean is right by the third time it's not as bad as it was the first time. I'm enjoying myself and enjoying Dean as his movements have increased on this third round. My nails dig into his back as he brings me to another climax. I cry out in pleasure as I release my juices all around him. He continues to move and his moves slow down. He slides in deeper and then slides back out slowly before he slides into me one last time and then we both feel it as he reaches his climax, crying out my name as he does and that's when we both feel it, the tear, the rip. "What was that?" I ask as he stills himself.

"Fuck," he says.

"What?" I ask in a panic.

"It broke," he says.

"What broke?" I ask almost breathless, my heart thumping.

"The condom," he says.

"How?" I ask as he pulls out of me to show me the broken condom. I feel like I am going to faint. "How did it break?"

"I don't know," he says, "shit," he says, "This isn't good."

"No shit," I say in a panic. "What do we do now?"

"I don't know," he says. "I'm sorry, Anastasia."

"You're sorry?" I ask as I sit up. "I'm sorry too. If I get pregnant my life is over."

"Relax," he says as we get out of bed. I walk into the bathroom to clean myself up while he follows me in there. "You're not going to get pregnant. It was one time."

"In health class it says it only takes one time," I say in a panic. "Dean," I say with a little more fear than panic. "I'm scared."

"Don't be scared, Baby," he says. "I promise you everything is going to be okay. All right?"

"All right," I say as he wraps his arms around me. He kisses the top of my head and holds me for a couple minutes before we go back into my bedroom to get dressed. I think after our last incident that it's best we don't have sex again tonight. I strip the sheets off my bed and put new ones on. "Are you sure we'll be okay?"

"I'm sure," he says. "I mean what are the chances?"

"I would say the chances are pretty good," I say.

"You're freaking yourself out," he says. "Just relax. Okay?"

"Okay," I say as he wraps his arms around me and I wrap my arms around his waist. "I did enjoy it though."

"Me too," he says as he kisses the top of my head.

"ANASTASIA EVE!" yells my dad causing me to jump in Dean's arms.

"Shit," I say.

"Eve is your middle name?" he asks.

"Yes," I say as I pull away. "I guess I better get this over with."

"That's pretty."

"Thank-you," I say. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," he says before he kisses me quickly. I take a deep breath before I open my bedroom door and make my way downstairs.

"Yes, Daddy," I say as I reach the bottom of the stairs to see him standing there. "You wanted to see me?"

"What's this I hear about you having a boyfriend?"

"I do, Daddy," I say in a sweet voice.

"And it's Dean Ambrose?" he asks.

"Yes," I say honestly. "Don't be mad, Daddy."

"Mad?" he asks, "I'm livid. I told you to stay away from that boy. He's nothing but trouble. He's not the guy for you. What is going on with you, Anastasia? It's like all of a sudden since you started this project with this boy your head is somewhere else. What happened to my daughter?"

"I got tired of you telling me how to live my life," I say. "You don't know him, Dad, he's not a bad guy. He's a really good person."

"But he's poor."

"So what? Mom was poor when you married her."

"That's not the point."

"Oh I'm sorry excuse me. I forgot there was a double standard in this house. What was I thinking? What is it? Do as I say not as I do? How can you tell someone not to date someone they want because they are poor?"

"Because you may not realize it now I know what's best for you. You don't see it now but I know what's best for you and dating this hoodlum from the bad parts of town isn't what's best for you."

"What's best for me then, Dad? Tell me what is best for me?"

"Going to college, studying business management and marrying
Shawn, that's what is best for you and then working for Bennett Electronics."

"I don't' want to work for Bennett Electronics what don't you understand about that? I want to do what I love and something that I want not what you tell me to do. You tried to tell mom what to do all the time and then she left you. You can't tell people how to live their lives. You can't tell me how to live my life. I am 17 years old, Dad. I have my own dreams. I don't want to live your dreams. I want to live my own dreams. You can't take them away from me and tell me not to. And if I want to date Dean Ambrose I am going to date Dean Ambrose. So what he's poor but he is the sweetest guy I have ever met. I like him. I may even love him," I say as my dad gasps, "but I will date him."

"Over my dead body, Anastasia," he says. "I am your father!"

"Yes you're my father BUT you can't tell me what to do with my life. I'm sorry."

"I can and I will. NO more ballet nonsense and you're breaking up with that street rat."

"Street rat, Dad? Really? I'm telling you when you get to know him you'll see he's not a bad guy. He's a really good guy. I like him a lot. How did you even know about it? Never mind. I'm sure Shawn went crying to daddy about this and daddy came crying to you," I say shaking my head. "I have been happier with Dean than I ever was with Shawn. Don't take this away from me, Dad. Don't hurt me like this and tell me what to do. I hate it."

"Anastasia, it is my job to make sure you do the right thing. You're breaking up with Dean Ambrose."

"No I'm not," I say.

"Yes you are."

"You can't make me and I'm not breaking up with him."

"Then you're not living in my house, Anastasia, no daughter of mine is going to date a street rat."

"Fine," I say, "then I won't live here. I'll leave just like mom left. You can't control me, Dad. Don't worry. I'm leaving."

"Anastasia," he says as I start up the stairs. "Don't leave."

"No, Dad, you made it clear you don't like my choices and I don't want to break up with Dean so I'm leaving. You said it yourself."

"Anastasia," he says.

"No, Dad," I say as I make my way upstairs and he follows me.

"Where are you going to go?" he asks.

"I'm going to Dean's," I say.

"No, Anastasia, don't do that."

"Yes, Dad, he's been staying here the last couple nights anyway."

"What?" he asks, "I don't even know you anymore."

"You never did," I say as I walk into my bedroom. I slam the door shut and walk into Dean's arms and just break down crying. He wraps his arms around me tight and kisses the top of my head. "I'm going to stay at your house."

"I don't think that's a good idea," he says.

"I want to," I say. "Please. I can't stay here not when he keeps telling me how to live my life. Please, Baby."

He sighs and says, "All right but I don't think you'll like it there."

"As long as I am with you," I say, "I'll like it there."

"Okay, Baby," he says as he looks down at me with his blue eyes. He leans down and kisses my lips softly. "Let's get you packed up." Once I have everything that I need packed up, Dean and I walk down the stairs of my house and take a cap to his house where I plan on staying for a while. I don't know how or when things got this bad with my dad but I can't take him delegating how I live my life anymore.

*A/N: What did you think of Anastasia losing her virginity? Was it a good idea or a bad idea? Is everything going too fast? What did you think of Anastasia opening up about her mom and Dean opening up about his dad? Thoughts on the condom breaking on them? Is Anastasia freaking herself out because of her fear or should they really be worried? What about Dean wanting to go to New York with Ana? What did you think of Ana's fight with her dad? ARe you proud she's standing up for herself? And what did you think about her choosing to go to Dean's? Is that a good idea or a bad idea? Please review and thank-you for reading.

*It will be Monday when I finally update this story again. I have weekend plans for my birthday so I won't be able to update but I promise I will have an update for you on Monday!