Hello everyone! Back with another chapter! :D

Thank you all for your response to this story! I honestly didn't expect so many people to be interested! :D

Just in response to some reviews about information I forgot to include in the last chapter:

-Ana is still a virgin.

-Christian does have the same past.

-Ana will only have anger issues in some cases, but I will do mmy best to write her with the same personality.

-This is my interpretation of how Christians life in high school would have gone, the only difference is that the characters from the series will be mixed into the story.

-Ana's mother has been married more than in the series.

If I've left anything else out, let me know and I will try and answer it depending how much of a spoiler it is! :)

The small classroom reminded me of a small library I had frequented in Georgia. The walls were covered neatly of posters depicting people who excelled in their writing and story telling, a strong must came that came only from old books was obvious upon entering and the whole back of the room was covered in shelves of neatly placed books with very useed covers.

It was a natural reaction to feel serenity surrounded by my most beloved hobby. This was a place I could breathe easy and my mind could function without fault.

This was my domain.

I scanned the rows of desks, the scene odd in my mind, if there was no desks or chalk board, I would have mistaken the room entirely for a small library.

Many of the students looked at me, sizing me up in the judgemental way only teenagers can. I already knew what they would think.

I wasn't anything special when it came to appearances. I had long dark brown hair, even though naturally straight, still found a way to to be wild which was why it was in the messiest bun someone with straight hair could accomplish. I had light blue eyes, which were too big for my face. Despite living in sunny areas, I had the skin of someone who lived underground their entire lives, I could easily compare it to snow. I'm 5'4 and slender, despite my fathers taste for take out.

If anything, I was just another face lost in the crowd who wore scruffy clothes and no make up. The first time I had been picked on for my appearance was when I was eleven and Ray decided to cheer me up by teaching me to shoot, using his old army skills, he had me shooting a pen off a wooden stake by the time I turned thirteen.

I scanned the rest of the desks, trying to ignore my heated face from all the stares before finding my seat. It was luckily in my favourite spot, in the corner next to the window. Even though there wasn't much of a view, there was a large oak tree in a courtyard that needed some admiring.

I weaved myself through the desks, trying to avoid hitting someone with my bag. The desks were pact very close to each other, but luckily everyone had their bag behind their seat.

When I finally arrived at my new desk, Mr Dickhead arrived and handed me a book.

The Great Gatsby

"We're only a few pages in, but it shouldn't take you long to catch up." he said before handing me a piece of paper, taking it, I realised it was the paper I had given him not two minutes before with his signature I presumed.

Mr Jack Hyde.

I refrained from making a comment about the similarity of his name to Mr Jekyll and Dr. Hyde.

"Page eighteen, you may read along with the rest of the class or read from the beginning." Mr Hyde said before making his way back to his far too big desk.

I decided to begin from the start. I never started a novel in the middle and I wasn't going to start now.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

'Whenever you feel like criticising anyone,' he told me, 'just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.'

A shiver runs down my spine, but for what reason I'm unsure of. The temperature didn't change and no one was standing behind me.

Odd.

The bell rings and as I begin to scan my schedule to see my next class, but my attention is quickly stolen by a flurry of blonde beauty.

A girl makes her way towards me, her curvy body easily swaying through the tables with ease. Her strawberry blonde hair is perfectly curled and bouncing around her face, her emerald green eyes had a determined look focused entirely on me and her lips are stretched in a beautiful smile that most girls could never pull off. She was wearing a dark blue blouse - that revealed without showing – with dark grey skinny jeans and knee high boots. She looked a model that stepped out of a magazine.

"Hi! My name is Kate Kavanagh, I'm the schools newspaper editor. I was hoping we can schedule a meeting for an interview." Kate said in a state of fact voice.

"Um...sorry? Why would you want to interview me?" I managed to speak without stuttering having never been approached in such fashion.

Kate didn't miss a beat. "I'm doing an article on new students thoughts. So can we organise a meeting? Oh and it's all anonomouus so you don't have to worry about any hate to anything you say." Kate continued smiling.

I wasn't sure how to process her...peppiness. Did schools still have newspapers? Who bought them?

Kate was staring at me, waiting for a response. "Uh...sure, I guess." I managed to say.

Kate managed to smile bigger. "Great! How about Friday after school?" I nodded, before scanning my schedule again, almost forgetting I had a class to get to. The paper was taken off me.

I looked up to see Kate scanning it before speaking again. "This is on my way, come on, I'll walk you!"

Surprise took me as I quickly scooped up my bag and made my way to follow Kate who was easily making her way out of the room. I wasn't as graceful to weave through the desks like her, but I was eager to have a chance at not getting lost so early in the day.

My next class was chemistry.

Kate left me at the door, refusing to take no for an answer at her invitation to sit with her at lunch. I wasn't someone who made friends quickly, but Kate, in the five minute walk I had know her, was easy to talk to. If she hadn't told me already, it was very obvious she wanted to be a journalist.

I entered the classroom, there were tables with different appliances already set up. I took out the sheet of paper for the teacher to sign, the young women smiled as she scanned the sheet before quickly signing her name onto it and handing it back.

Ms Elizabeth Morgan had a messy signature.

The green eyed teacher handed me a textbook and pointed to a vacant seat.

The desks were wide enough for two, meaning I would have a lab partner. Every seat was almost already occupied, some people weren't in the class yet. I didn't feel as shy to find my seat as I had in the other class.

My lab partner was already seated. When I looked at him, I felt my breath catch.

His hair was a strange dark copper in a style that looked wind blown and hand swept. His eyes...his eyes were intense bright grey, which were staring back at me, his gaze speculating, but I had no idea of what. He was Adonis, his features may as well have been chiselled by Michaelangelo himself. The deep old cut on his lip was the only signature that he was human.

I blushed when the laughter of late students entering the classroom brought me out of my daze. I kept my eyes down until I was in my seat and took out a spare notepad and waited for the class to begin, and wondering if I should apologise for staring.

I never had the chance to as the teacher started roll call.

His name was Christian Grey, and I wasn't sure why, but I could feel his intense stare still on me through the whole class.