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This is Chapter 5, and yes, while everyone else is having an awesome Halloween, I'm sitting here finishing this chapter for you guys! Thanks to all the people who reviewed! Specially the really long ones, I love hearing in detail what you guys think of what I've done so far!

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CHRISTIAN'S POV

Monday morning I awoke to the echoing shrill of my phone ringing. Groaning as I opened my eyes, I tried to quickly rub the sleep out of them before dragging my body close to the nightstand and retrieving the persistent device.

"What!?" I managed to get out in an irritated tone.

"Christian? It's your mother, I just wanted to check on you guys and see how you were doing?"

"Fine." I deadpanned into the phone.

"Oh...okay," she said, probably disappointed at my lack of elaboration, though she immediately recovered, "Hey, shouldn't you be at school right now?"

Leave it to Grace to worry about my attendance from all the way across the world.

"Um yeah... I was just feeling kind of sick." Cough cough.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, honey. Carrick and I won't be returning home until next week, but you can use the money we left you with your sister to buy some medicine."

Money? Mia has my money? There was going to be hell to pay for this. The sneaky she-devil was probably keeping all of it to herself.

"You know what mom? I think I will go to school after all. Talk to you later!" And with that I ended the call and went to the bathroom to get a quick shower since I probably smelled of sweat from three days ago.

After I was done, I hurried over to my closet and grabbed the first shirt I got my hands on, as well as some jeans I'd never seen before. This was another one of Mia's pesky habits, as much as she claimed not to care, every time time I opened my closet doors there was something expensive hanging there as if it had walked its way from the mall to my wardrobe.

Sighing, I fetched one of my favorite pair of combat boots before fishing for my phone, shades and the keys to my bike. Taking a last look at the digital clock on my cell, I figured I could get to school in time for lunch. Perfect.

As I felt the engine of my Harley purr to life, I pressed the pedal to the metal and sped my way into the road leading to Montesano High. I could feel the biting force of the wind drying my wet hair in mere minutes, and I knew by the time I stepped out the bike it'd look like a rat's nest.

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When I finally arrived at the parking lot I made sure to not park in any empty space, hopefully Mia would get the hint and approach me since I wasn't staying here for long. And that she did, after I had just cut the engine off, she bolted out of her throne and made her way towards where I was hovering with my bike. In seconds she was crossing her arms and glaring at me for all she was worth.

"What are you doing here, Christian?" She sneered through clenched teeth.

"Oh, I'm sorry your highness, am I supposed to request your fucking approval every time I show up to my school?"

She scoffed, "We all know you never come on Mondays."

She had me there, it was a rare occasion when I showed up to this hell hole on a Monday. Mostly because I spent all Sunday drinking and I reserved Mondays to deal with the hangovers.

"Yeah well, I came looking for my money."

Her face paled. Ha! She wasn't expecting that, was she? Who's the predictable one now?

"What money?" She said with the worst poker face of fucking ever.

"Don't even attempt to shove that shit down my throat, I know you have the money our parents left me, so hand it over little thief."

"Mom and Dad called?

"Mom called. Now don't change the damn subject and stop pussyfooting."

Mia gave me one last glare and turned around to find my cash. She actually had it with her! She was probably going to runaway to the local mall right after school and waste it all in useless crap. I decided to follow her since she might make a run for it while I wasn't looking.

Well, what do you expect from me? Mia already proved herself untrustworthy by not giving it to me in the first place!

When I reached the garden where her and her little entourage hanged at, I scanned the table for Samantha. Maybe I could squeeze in a little quickie with her in the janitor's closet, granted it wasn't the classiest place, but she usually didn't mind as long as I kept pounding hard into her.

What I wasn't expecting though, was spotting a pair of the bluest doe-eyes I had ever come across with. The deep sapphire orbs belonged to an even prettier face. Well, pretty wasn't exactly the word I would use, try more like mesmerizing, enchanting, hypnotizing... Fuck! Since when did I start growing a pussy?

I immediately removed my shades to examine her further. The girl had dark chestnut hair that shone in contrast to a soft ivory skin that seemed so smooth and lickable and... soon my thoughts took their familiar path to the gutter but I could do nothing but stare at her like a sex-craved maniac.

Her nose was small, like a little button on the center of her face and her lips were pouty and light pink with the most perfect cupid's bow I'd ever seen in my life. Soon, my eyes traveled down her petite figure and although the table obscured part of my view, I could take note of the mouthwatering perky cups peeking from the first two buttons of her blouse. And finally my gaze fell upon her tiny waist, and that's what unsettled me. Why wasn't she eating? Her food sat untouched in front of her and she made no motion to consume any of it. Here she was, all fragile and tempting and she wasn't even thinking of her own health.

The irony wasn't lost in me. I mean, yes, I smoked and drank and inhaled and did all other kinds of unhealthy shit. But goddamnit! This looked like a nice girl, with a white picket fence kind of future. She seemed so breakable and it bothered me! It was all her fault.

I couldn't help but glare at her. Maybe if I intimidated her into eating she would do what was right for her. Of course, no such thing happened. The shy little thing blushed and avoided my gaze. Great Christian, you managed to be an asshole once again!

That was when Mia extended the white envelope containing the money to me. I eagerly took it out of her hands and listened half-interested as she told me to buy groceries or some other shit. Giving her one last dark look, I ran towards my Harley and proceeded to leave the same way as I came in. Only this time, with a haunting pair of bright blue eyes invading my every thought.

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I made it home just in time to grab a second shower, but this one was cold, very cold. Images of the mystery girl flashed through my mind, one dirtier than the next, and though I felt guilty for thinking of her this way before I even learned her name, I was too damn horny to give a flying fuck.

I started stroking my engorged member, rapidly seeking the friction I desired from someone else's hands. Blue eyes on her knees, blue eyes under me, blue eyes on top of me, blue eyes bound to my bed... yepp, that did it. I came exploding against the shower tiles.

Shit! I hadn't needed a release this badly since pussy became my home away from home. What was this mystery girl doing to me? I bet she was another popularity-seeking wannabe screwing anyone who would give her a spot in the fucking garden table.

Somehow, the thought of her in all those different positions for someone else's entertainment made me angry, terribly angry! Which was extremely unsettling. Maybe I was just curious about her, a new face in a small town was destined to cause attention. She was the shiny new toy, a mystery. My mystery girl.

Damn it! Christian, get a fucking grip! I wasn't about to go get all exclusive on some random piece of ass. Look what happened last time! I got ridiculed by a cheating slut who just wanted dick for the sake of dick. Oh no, there was no way I was going back to that, Christian Grey does not screw just one girl. That's the way it was, and that's the way it was going to stay for the rest of my life, or at least as long as I chose to live it.

Overwhelmed by all the unnerving thoughts swimming through my brain, I dressed in the same clothes I had before and searched for my bike keys once again.

Christian Grey was doing fucking groceries.

So yeah... next chapter we'll have more Christian/Ana interaction, maybe even one-on-one ;)

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