A/N- This is just an easy Swan Queen high school AU, I'll try and update regularly(ish). Set in their senior year.


Regina Mills had perfect posture. It was one of the things which everyone knew about, but few people actually noticed. She sat bolt upright in her chair during every class, each of her vertebrae aligned in a way that could not be comfortable. Her shoulders were squared, and one leg was easily crossed over the other to be simultaneously proper and alluring.

And that's how she looked this morning, both proper and alluring with one hand tapping her pen boredly against her notebook while the math teacher droned on. Her gaze flitted to the clock- 7:34, why did school start so early? She thought to herself. Huffing out a breath she checked the whiteboard, still nothing important was written there.

Her gaze wandered around the room, as a senior at the high school, she knew everyone in the small class even though it was only the second week. Most of the students were the usual ones she had shared AP and honors classes with over the past three years, but there were a couple of exceptions. The most notable of which was the blonde sitting two rows to the right of Regina and across the classroom . Their rows were facing each other from opposite sides of the central aisle so Regina could watch her without being obvious.

Regina knew her of course, everyone in the school did. Regina however, had no idea what she was doing in Calculus 3, the most advanced math class the school had to offer. This girl was notorious for the three P's: partying, pissing off teachers, and playing girls. Everyone knew her, respected her, and was amazed by her. Everyone it seemed, except Regina.

The brunette held little tolerance for those who did not abide by rules (not the school rules, but the painfully clear rules that Regina had easily put in place to ensure her school ran smoothly- she wasn't called the Queen for nothing.) This blonde was constantly disturbing the order with little care for the consequences.

"So what is the partial derivative with respect to x, Ms. Swan?" The teacher asked, his dry erase marker swinging around to point at the blonde who pushed her hair back before evenly responding.

"It's x squared over two plus xy." The teacher nodded in approval and copied it onto the board. Regina didn't notice though, she was too busy criticizing Emma's attire in her mind. The blonde was wearing dark jeans which were far too tight to leave anything to the imagination, a black tank top, and her annoying red leather jacket.

Regina was in the middle of a long mental rant on why Emma always wore that same jacket, when the teacher's dry erase marker landed on her, "Ms. Mills, what is the derivative with respect to y?"

Without so much as batting an eyelash, Regina replied, "Y squared minus two x."

"Exactly!"

The class droned on uneventfully until about twenty minutes before the period was supposed to end, the teacher passed out a short quiz. Spinning her pen around her fingers, Regina set about solving the problems. She was about halfway through when out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure get up to turn in her quiz. It was Emma.

When the blonde sat back down she had a satisfied smirk on her face as she leaned back and surveyed the classroom. Catching Regina's eye, she winked at the girl who replied with a scowl. Normally Regina was the first to hand in tests, she took this a personal defeat even though she handed in her test mere minutes after Emma.

Waiting for the rest of the class to finish was painfully boring, and Regina contented herself in blindly staring at the wall opposite her until a white ball bounced off the edge of her desk. Snapping back to reality, she realized she had been staring at a spot just above Emma's head and scowled again when she realized the blonde had a wide smile on her face and she was pointing at the ball fallen at Regina's feet.

With a glance at the teacher, it was clear he had missed the exchange, so Regina scooped up the paper and carefully unfolded it. Scrawled across the middle in loopy handwriting with blatant disregard for the lines was 'Feel free to take a picture, it lasts longer and you will be able to look at it whenever you miss me. ;)'

Regina felt her face flush slightly before she schooled it back into an expressionless mask and wrote a reply quickly. When she lobed it back across the room, the blonde caught it in one hand with surprising dexterity. Much to Regina's disdain, the other girl's smile only grew when she read the note. Before she could write a reply, the bell signaling the end of the class period rang and Regina swept her bag onto her shoulder and unconsciously patted her hair into place before exiting the classroom. As usual, the crowd parted as she strode through the hallway.

No more than ten steps out of the classroom, she smelled a light flowery perfume just before she heard the silky voice in her ear, "Next time you're undressing me with your eyes, give me a heads up and I might be able to clear up some of the parts your imagination has to fill in." The voice brought hot breath tickling her neck, and the warmth of a body hovering just close enough behind her so that Regina could feel the presence, but still too far for there to be any contact.

Regina's breath caught in her throat, both from the words and the almost touching. Once she managed to clear the fog in her brain, she caught a glimpse of a smirking blonde rounding the corner ahead of her.


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