Cancelled - K

"Shit," Emma groaned, sitting in the small classroom clock ticking past fifteen minutes. Holding her laptop up in the air like it was Simba, she searched for the sporadic wi-fi signal that would let her access her email. If class was cancelled, she hadn't gotten the note. And she was incredibly annoyed because there was so much other stuff she could be doing rather than sitting in an empty classroom waiting for a teacher that was never gonna show.

Just as she was about to connect, the sound of a door hitting brick almost forced her to drop her laptop. Scared, she scrambled to bring it close, turning to shoot daggers at the person standing sheepishly in the doorway.

As he looked around however, he appeared to realize no one was there and gave a relieved sigh. It was curious – Emma could swear she'd seen him before – or at least glanced him. But never had she seen him looking like that.

His hair was disheveled, shirt ruffled and a little bit creased. He'd probably just rolled out of bed, but to be honest, it kind of worked.

"I had this whole speech prepared about being late," he breathed with a grin, eyes locking with hers, "But it seems we're the only two who missed the memo about class being cancelled."

"Seems that way," Emma answered, finally giving up on the wi-fi and snapping closed her laptop. Slipping it into her bag, she tried to ignore the fact that Mr Sex-Hair was still standing in the doorway. In fact, he stood there, tongue between his teeth as she slipped past him, brushing against his toned body on the way out.

"So, lass –"

Whoa. That accent.

"- am I allowed a name along with withering stares."

"Emma Swan," she finally relinquished. "And you, Mr Windswept and British?"

"Ooh, I like you," he grinned, with sparkling white teeth. His blue eyes sparkled as he gave her a once over. "Killian Jones."

"Well, Killian Jones," Emma said, his look putting her off a little. "I've got some work to catch up on. So I'll see you next week."

"Really?" he perked an eyebrow. "That quick to get out of my presence. Well, I didn't think I was that bad to be around."

"It's not you it's…" she broke off with a smile when she realized what she was about to say – a smile that he returned ten fold.

"Give me a coffee, Swan," he offered with a smirk, "Save that line for another time."

It wasn't coffee, it was hot chocolate.

Every day for the rest of semester.