Teacher's Pet (OUAT)

Chapter Three

Emma was quite sure Ruby shit her pants when she got a phone call from the blonde a month into the school year. It was early on a Thursday morning when Emma decided to gain the guts to do it. They had been assigned a new paper and today was their workday. It was going to be dicey trying out Ruby's suggestion. She would try it today, and if she would be able to stay without Ms. Mills being weirded out by her company, she would even try it again on Friday.

Since it had been so long, the waitress assumed that Emma had been right and the little crush hadn't lasted long. But they were both dead wrong and Emma still couldn't peel her eyes away from her creative writing teacher's ass.

Of course, Ruby had berated Emma with several questions, mostly consisting of why she hadn't called for the other assignments, but the blonde had told her that she still didn't trust her feelings then. But since it had been so long, she decided that it would be best to act now rather than never and waste any time that could be used trying out this silly plan.

Silly, of course it was. It was more than silly. It was utterly ridiculous. But here she was going through with it anyways.

Emma barely heard the question Mary Margaret yelled after her as the blonde rushed out of the house. Why was she leaving so early? She managed to make an incoherent response about picking lunch up from Ruby and continued on her way to run to the diner.

She sprinted all the way to Granny's where Ruby was literally waiting for her outside with a brown paper bag. She flashed her a knowing smile before going back inside, allowing Emma to head to school as she stuffed the bag into her backpack.

The first three periods seemed to go on agonizingly slow and gym was no walk in the park. She had to run and boy, did she run. She felt that if she ran fast enough, the period would end quicker. But she was wrong and Mr. Hurst had to stop her before she burned herself out completely. He sent her to walk, instead of run, around the track, which ultimately caused her to sweat excessively underneath the sun.

Emma was pissed by the time she got to the girls' locker room. She smelled and she didn't have enough time to shower.

Oh, great. This was her first impression and she smelled like something had crawled under her arms and died.

She tried her best to mask the stench with a few dampened paper towels and tons of deodorant as well as a strange apple perfume that Mary Margaret had gotten her for her birthday.

By the time she had cleaned up, she was late getting out of class. She cursed to herself and asked the gym teacher for a pass before heading towards the English hallway, her head hanging low as she entered the classroom.

Ms. Mills was in her desk by then while everyone else was writing on pieces of notebook paper. They started. She wandered over to the teacher's desk and smiled sheepishly, a hand holding the pass out to her.
Regina looked up, glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of her nose as she gazed at the blonde in front of her. "Nice of you to join us, Emma." She took the pass and set it on her desk. "I've given you class time to get started on the assignment I handed out on Tuesday."

Emma nodded and politely took her seat, smiling to herself. Being late gave her an advantage. Perhaps she would have more of an excuse to stay after class for lunch. Maybe, just maybe...

Emma took her sweet time writing, going back several times over certain sentences to refine them until she ended up changing the entirety of it. She wanted to get as little done as possible without looking like a slacker. It was hard, honestly. Her eyes were constantly on the brunette and each time Ms. Mills had looked up from her computer, she made sure to get back to the sentence she had edited several times prior.