My kind of Grey

Chapter 3

I'd read somewhere that the humans are always changing, constantly evolving. That's how our race had survived eras and stood the test of times. Our genetic makeup keeps changing, mutating, to make us better, stronger. And Christian Grey was a living, breathing testament to the fact. Time had only evolved his features, adding little touches to accentuate his beauty. Not even the best book boyfriends Kate keeps mentioning in the library compared to the cold hard perfection that was Christian. Objectively speaking, If I were a poet, I could spend days composing sonnets to his eyes alone. They were surreal, really, ethereal and soul piercing, the kind that could reduce the smartest of females to a blubbering mess on the floor and hypnotize even the most resistant teachers with a hardcore constitution. More often than not girls didn't need to take note of his body to work themselves into a lust driven frenzy, his eyes served the purpose. Those who did look probably fainted on the spot and got addled in the brains for the rest of eternity. The guy was pieced together by God one lazy afternoon for the rest of us humankind to gaze and admire from afar, probably a lot like the most coveted trophy of the google science fair for the inhabitants of nerd kingdom.

Too bad he was a douche.

"I told you not to mess with her Elliot", he reprimands from across the door, giving the whole class a week's worth of gossip worthy spectacle. The show would have bothered me three years ago, but now, not so much.

"Yes, Elliot. Listen to your master. I'm sure we have all more important things to do", I add, throwing a brief glance at the rapidly thickening crowd. "Or maybe not", I shrug and they finally get the message, dispersing slowly, leaving behind a trail of excited chirps and animated giggles.

I watch the master in question stride towards me and struggle not to break eye contact. Averting your eyes from your opponent was the first sign of weakness in a battlefield, and I had no intentions of losing even an inch to him.

"How was the paper Tasia"?

I hated, absolutely loathed that name. Hated even more the fact that it still had the power to electrify my senses into overdrive. My older self would have been paralyzed with thrill right about now. Too bad my new self had learnt my lesson the hard way.

"What do you want Christian"?

"Always so focused. No time for leisure. No time to stand beneath the bows and stare as long as sheep or cows", he flashes me his signature smirk and manages to annoy me like no other.

"I see enough cows in school to last me a lifetime. I don't have to act like one. And I spend my time on people who I consider worthy of it."

He takes a step towards me and I take one back involuntarily. The action is enough to stretch his overexercised lips in a semblance of another grin and I find myself fighting the urge to knock him down seven ways to Sunday. Satisfying that particular urge never goes down well.

"What do you want Christian?"

"Now that's a loaded question", he smirks and I grunt in response before dismissing him with a parting shot "Good luck for tomorrow".

"Hey, hey, what's the hurry", he calls out, chasing after me, and though I hasten my pace in response, it's no match for his determined lengthy strides. I all but feel him closing in on me until his breath fans my neck.

My breath hitches in my throat, and right this moment, I hate myself infinitely more than I could ever hate him. He blows softly on my neck and I stiffen in anticipation, unhealthy though it is.

"Chill, I don't bite".

"Barking dogs seldom do", I return sweetly, finally putting some much-needed distance between us, and turn around to give the acknowledgment his statement deserves. Ignoring him has never worked, and insulting him just amuses him and gets me even more riled up. Unlike his lapdogs, Christian could always see through my act and recognise my sarcasm for what it really was. 

Discomfort at this.... nearness.

"Too bad I cannot say the same about bitches huh", he grins knowingly and I scowl in response

"Yeah, and you'd do well to remember that".

He dismisses my warning with a smile before leaning towards me and destroying my personal space.

"Come with me to the love fest, Tasia."

And just like that, for the second time that day I'm rendered speechless by the mystery that is Christian Grey.

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Hello Hello

It's been three months since I last updated.Though in my defence, I've been very busy. Exams, then a wedding, more exams and a Christmas wedding. How about that?

Since i promised you guys i won't be abandoning this story, here's a new update for you.

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