I didn't know what to think.

The last time I had a crush on someone, it was during 3rd grade and from what I could remember, it didn't turn out very well. I vaguely remember a "boy-girl pool party" and how excited I was, only to be pushed in the water by my own crush. Oh god, he was so mean to me.

I know this is high school and things have changed but are boys still like that? Mean to girls when they like the girl? Is that what this is? A crush?

I've only talked to Christian once. Only met him today. He's just attractive. I'm just intimidated by him, that's all.

Get a grip, Steele.

Even if you liked him, you don't stand a chance. You're barely developing your breasts, if you can even call and consider them breasts. You're too skinny. No curves at all. Nothing special.

The bell rings, pulling me out of my inner monologue. I walked past my class without even knowing. Ugh, what is Christian doing to me? I am never late for class. If anything, I'm always the first one there.

I half ran to my class so I can make it before the late bell rings. I get there just in time only to trip on the metal framing of the door on the floor.

"Ana! Are you alright?" Mr. Dane had asked as he approached me.

"Yes, I'm fine." I looked up to see the whole class gaping at me, including the one and only, Christian Grey.

I have never cared much for being a klutz but right now, all I cared about is how stupid and annoying it is to be a klutz.

I blush knowing that people are probably thinking the same thing, how stupid it was to be a klutz.

Christian is smiling like he is enjoying some sort of an inside joke.

I don't appreciate any of this. Can I just fake an accident and go to the nurse? Can I just say I was dizzy which is why I fell?

No, no I can't.

Mr. Dane had helped me up, looking quite concerned as he let me stand by myself. "Are you sure you're okay, Ana?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm sorry." What? Why am I apologizing?

I walk towards my seat which was in the front row. I felt eyes deliberately follow my every move as I sat down. Oh dear, a pair of those eyes would probably be gray. Or Grey.

The second bell rang and Mr. Dane had started telling us how he named his son "Benjamin" because of the great man that Benjamin Franklin was. He came up to me, giving me a stack of papers and told me to hand them out.

Why can't teachers do that themselves? I don't really want to risk tripping in front of Christian again. Wait, what? Who cares if you trip in front Christian? It's not like you're trying to impress him or anything...right, Ana?

I sigh and take the papers. I walk down each row and individually handed two different worksheets to everyone. When I got to Christian, I kept my eyes on the papers, never looking at him. I realized I was biting my lip too hard.

"Hi, Ms. Steele. That was quite a fall you had there." He teases.

I blush.

"There's that blush again."

I roll my eyes. Putting his papers on his desk, I turn around and walk away.

Nope, nope. I'm definitely just annoyed by him. Totally not a crush.