Fifty Shades of Me

Chapter 1: The Start

I've always been a dominant. I've had this feeling for a long time. It started off as me wanting people to obey me, in a sexual way, at least. I was always attracted to the female gender, never having interest in males.

I guess what clicked in me, as in me being a dominant, was when I saw my first ever "crush". I would always feel the need to tell her what to do, and when people got close to her I got really conscious of mine and her surroundings. If anyone I didn't like or knew came up to her, I would pull her away asking for a favor of some sort.

By the end of the school year, I ended up telling her the way I felt, it was extremely awkward but it felt right. And then, in that moment of truth, she gazed at me with a disgusted face and pushed me away. That was the last time I ever spoke to her. Days had passed since she turned me away, I became very antisocial and at that point I didn't speak to anyone. Anyway, eventually word spread of this, and at that point it wasn't very hard for me to avoid people.

My parents soon found out about this, and thats why I switched schools. My second year of high school, what a great year to change, right? I guess it was a good way for me to have a fresh start. A new school. A new town. Maybe even a new friend. I started school today and I was super excited, scared, and even a little anxious.

My driver waved to me as I turned towards the front of the school. My anxiety kicked in at that moment, as soon as I walked in the doors. I guess I was afraid of the judgement and what people had heard about me. It bothered me. It bothered me a lot. I took a deep breath and looked down at my paper with my schedule on it. First class: Art Room-9:30 to 10:25 room 204. Okay, shouldn't be that hard to find, right? I walked around until I found the 200s hallway. Walking down the hallway was awkward. People were pouring into the classrooms as I was walking around looking at the small, brown plates with names on them. I finally saw the art plate only a few classrooms away. I felt a boost of confidence and hurried to the room. As I scurried towards it, I headed face first into someone's arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there. Here, let me help you," they continued to say as they bent down to help me with my papers. They got up and put heir hand out to me. As if trying to help me up. "Hi, I'm Bella. It's nice to meet you." I grabbed her hand as she lifted me up with a smile on her face. I turned away and then looked back at her, still smiling. "Hey, I'm Elizabeth Grey. If you haven't guessed already, I'm new. Thanks for helping me."
"No problem! I owe you after all, I bumped into you."
"Well I should've been watching my surroundings." I laughed.
She giggled. "It's okay. Clumsy meets clumsy. Hey, what classes do you have?"
I stuttered and looked down at my paper. "I have art right now, but here are the rest of my classes." I said as I handed her my paper. She took out hers and compared classes. "Sweet! You and I have biochemistry, algebra II, lunch, and History together! I don't have lots of friends so I hope we can hang out more later..." she said as if asking me a question. "Yeah, that would be great. I could use some friends for a change," I said as I walked away smirking. "See you later!" She waved to me as I walked into Art class.