So damn sorry for the late update. My WiFi was playing up but, without further ado here it is.

Chapter 5

Christian POV

I make my way out of Elliott's car and begin my walk towards my school, for the first time in God only knows how long sober. I don't know why but yesterday I just physically couldn't bring myself to drink anything. As I pass a sleek, black Audi that is all kinds of amazing I see something; something that for the first time in forever literally took my breath away. I saw the longest pair of legs, draped out the passenger door window, the black heels and blue skirt only enhancing the look of them. Wanting to get closer to see who those legs belonged to I saw other guys just staring at the very same legs, laughing. Knowing that I should stay away from anything to do with these mindless jocks I walked away, straight into the school building and right to my locker to toss some of my shot in there for the day.

First headed down to my first lesson of the day, Maths. The lesson just blurred past my mind resting on this legs. After Maths I found myself walking towards my next lesson, French. It was a prerequisite for being a Grey – you need to speak another language alongside playing an instrument and participating in a sport. I chose French because that's what Mia desperately wanted to learn so originally I did it in order to help her when she needed it. But, I then found that the effort was pointless, I was never home to actually help her, plus she didn't deserve to be around a monster like me.

Just like Maths, French to faded away and along came break. I was making my way outside, just for a bit of fresh air when I heard Mia's overly bubbly voice. "Oh my god! She is so pretty and uber smart too. I think she'd make a great flyer judging by how petite she is, and Lord knows we need one if Tiffany's abysmal performance in the game last week is any evidence." God! Mia is such a gossip, with a deep sigh I turned and forgoing the fresh air made my way to my next lesson – English – brooding as usual.

Ten minutes after we bag am analysing the extract from some next English author who was long since dead (not that I actually was doing anything productive) someone knocked at the door. In walked a goddess. It was the girl from the car. She was small and as she made her way to Mr Coggins I realised that there was something strangely familiar about her. When she looked over the class and I saw her clear blue, guileless eyes I connected her face to Ana, my Ana. Though I was still unsure, any lingering doubts all vanished after what the teacher then said. He said Anastasia Steele. It was my Ana. I could feel my breath shortening just from the sight of her. Oh how glad I was. She was back, finally back after all this time. After she promised me to always write back and forth. After forgetting me. After abandoning me again.

When she asked everyone in the room to call her Ana it reminded me of the day that she had decided that. She had just turned 5 and had messed around with her mother's make up. When she was hiding at my house, her mother came in shouting Anastasia. Ana knew she was in trouble but later on that day when my Dad came back from work and was looking for me and Ana he had called out her full name. Scared she was in trouble, Ana ran and hid under my bed while I went downstairs. Later on that night when I walked in with some sweets my Dad gave me Ana wanted some. Therefore I simply told her that she should have gone down to get some herself – that was why my Dad was calling us. From then on to avoid the confusion of having to work out if she had done something wrong every time someone called her, she made everyone call her Ana. So when she did something bad, everyone would call out her full name which let her know when to hide. Just thinking about that story brought a smile to my face.

When I finally got out of my own head, I heard Ana replying to someone in the room. She wasn't overtly cruel but she was ripping whoever it was a new arsehole. When I heard the end bit of her matter-of-fact mini speech end, I saw her gaze drilled onto Leila with utter disgust on her face. Ugh! Leila Williams is a run of the mill slang. She has been with nearly everyone in our year and as the head cheerleader thinks she has a right to me. She has been stalking me since I arrived at this school 2 weeks ago. Smirking at the look on Leila's face for. Getting her arse handed to her, especially by my Ana, it just made me feel so damn proud of her.

I was staring at Ana, daydreaming but I was broken out of it when I heard sir explain to Ana where she could potentially sit. Then, for the first time since she entered the room her gaze connected with mine as my name left Mr Coggins lips. Our staring contest was broken by Mr Coggins giving Ana the study plan for this semester as well as informing her of an essay due in three weeks.

Carefully, Ana made her way towards me and all the while the guys who had been staring at her from the moment she entered the room turned to watch her legs and ass sway as she walked. I have to say, from the cute, little Ana I once knew she had grown into a teenage goddess. She was smoking and I could feel a growl making its way up my throat at the sight of so many guys blatantly checking her out.

When she sat down in the seat in front of me, I turned to look at her. One of the damn jocks came up to talk to her but she didn't break eye contact with me. "Christian?" She breathed.

"Ana, you came back? When? How?"

The jock just stared at the two of us and realising he wasn't getting any attention he left. "Christian, its really you?" She asked with what seemed to me as trepidation.

"Yes, it's me, but when did you come back?"

"Two days ago?" She replied a lilt of questioning hitting the end of her words.

At this point, everyone in the class was looking at us. Me, because I'm sure that this is the first time anyone in this class has seen me talk and at her because she was the hot, new girl who had gotten me to talk. So, Mr Coggins told the class to settle down so he could continue with the lesson.

"So as I was saying before, we are going to be reading Jane Eyre this year. Ana, do you know anything about the book or its author?" Mr Coggins addressed the class.

"Well, it was written by Charlotte Bronte in 1847. The lead protagonist, Jane, is an unattractive orphan who was a ward for the widowed wife of her uncle. She is a realist and is quite cynical about life in general. The book challenges the average person's moral compass as well as the gender roles and social class." She finished with everyone looking at her in shock. I knew she loved reading but I never knew she loved it this much. I'd have thought she wasn't bothered by all the attention if not for the faint flush to her cheeks.

"Well, Miss Steele well done." And with that sir carried on with the lesson, and without fail Ana's hand shot up to answer nearly every question. That was how the lesson went, I never got another chance to speak with Ana and when I wanted to speak with her again after class I was held up by the teacher. He gave me the usual talk about how I need to try more and work harder in lessons if I want to go somewhere – just like every other teacher I have ever had. I went outside to look for Ana when I realised we had lunch next, I was never gonna find her.

Posses at my lost chance I went to the canteen in search of food. Normally, I would avoid it all costs; too many people to try and touch me and Mia never leaves me alone once she finds me, but I missed breakfast and was in dire need of food. When I turned the corner and entered the canteen I saw Ana sat at a table with Mia. I got my food and made my way to Ana. We needed to talk, seriously. As I neared I heard Mia talking about the school cheerleaders. So Ana was the one she wanted to join the cheerteam. Fat lot of good that would do Mia, Ana hand two left feet. What startled me was when Ana said she'll go to the practice tomorrow and see. I was close to the table when Ana turned my way and her blue eyes connected with mine.

Ana POV

I rushed out of English as quick as I could. All lesson I sat, keeping my gaze forward when all I really wanted to do was talk to Christian, I could feel him looking fixatedly at me – burnings hole into my back. I somehow found my way to the hallway which leads to the canteen when one of the guys, from my English class came up to me.

"Ana, right?" when I nodded he continued, "I'm Jared, we have English together. Do you want me to take you to the cafeteria?"

"Yes, please!" I replied gratefully.

He lead the way to the cafeteria while talking to me. He told me all about the football team as well as how close they are with the cheer team. I knew I wanted to be on it just not so soon, first wanted to settle a bit. Just as I had gotten my self a cheese sandwich, Mia came and all but dragged me away from Jared to her table. "Sorry!" I mouthed at him and he shrugged. So I went with Mia to meet her friends.

"Hi guys. So this is Anastasia, the girl I was telling you all about." Mia is such a hyper and bubbly girl, she practically exclaimed the two simple sentences.

"Hi." I said in reply to all the waves and smiles being sent my way from all but one person with a sneer on her face.

"Where did you get the clothes, Wal-Mart?" She tried to poke at me. The rest of the table either sniggered or looked at her with disgust at her unprovoked insult.

I simply smiled when Mia opened her mouth to defend me, "No they're from Neiman Marcus. But where are yours from the clearance rack at charity store. Because," I continued, a sickly sweet smile on my face. "even a prostitute would feel modest in that." And in all honesty it was true; she was practically wearing scraps of material, barely keeping her boobs and butt covered.

The whole table broke out in bursts of laughter as the girl went redder.

"Lily, don't be mean just because she'll probably be trying out for the cheer team too." Mia scolded the girl – Lily. So that was the wannabe hooker's name.

"There's cheer try outs, this late in the semester. At my old school we already had our squad set up?" I asked in genuine surprise but also anticipation. Who cares about settling down, cheerleading is my passion and I'd do anything to be on the squad. I only truly feel free when I'm either reading, running in the fresh air or being tossed through the air and dancing/ cheering.

"Yeah, one of our old flyers is off the squad. She was really bad so for the good of the team she had to be replaced. WAIT! Did you say that you were a cheerleader?"

"Yeah, I was actually a flyer." I tried to play it off, shrugging nonchalantly.

"You are coming to cheer practice today so that we can see your skills. Okay. I am not taking no for an answer!" She ordered me.

"Sure, I join you but I have gym last lesson so can you come pick me up to show me where I need to go?"

"Definitely, I'll see you there partner." She said with a genuine smile.

But I was distracted. I could feel a presence, a familiar fixated gaze burning into the back of my head. He was here, so I cranes my head to try and seek home out. And there he was behind me making his way down here. I knew we needed to talk but I was dreading it. If I told him anything then I would have to mention HIM. And I can't. I won't. Although, as we made eye contact the rest of the world just faded away into background noise until it was just us. He opened his mouth to speak, however I was apprehensive of the words that would most likely be leaving.

Please review – they feed my writing. Ms Williams is Leila for those of you who were wondering. Now without further ado their second first meeting. I hope you enjoy it!

P. S. The reason Christian has it so bad in this story is: he is pre-Elena. Before he would freeze his heart and hide his emotions. He found what he thought of as his hero only to have her 'abandon' him just like Kia mother – to fend for himself.