Her heart was pounding. What the hell was she thinking? There was no way Nomad would really be here. The black cloak she wore hid her from prying eyes as she made her way into the school with Graham hot on her heels.

"Alright Emma, it's time. Give me the cloak." He said, the Zorro mask he wore covering most of his face. The Homecoming dance would be in full swing by now so hopefully she could just slip without too much drama. Her white mask covered the top of her face so that whoever it was she was meeting wouldn't be able to see who she really was. Little orphan Emma Swan. Loser. Diner Girl.

"Graham, I don't know if I can do this."

"Em, this is your one shot to meet the guy of your dreams. As long as we leave at quarter to 12, we'll be fine. Tell you what, gimme your phone." He said. She unclipped her small flip phone from her heel strap. "There I've set your alarm so you won't forget. Okay?"

"Thanks. Alright, let's get this over with." She untied her cloak, handing it to Graham.

"You look stunning, Em." He said kindly. She blushed as Graham headed down the stairs. He made it to the bottom and looked up to find every pair of eyes, including Regina Mills and her two sheep's death glares, staring up. "Em, what are they looking…" He trailed off as he saw her at the top of the stairs, the spotlight illuminating her face. She made her way down the stairs looking a combination of petrified and elated. When she reached him, he squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Okay, let's go find your Prince Charming." He said mockingly.

He spotted David and Rob by the buffet. They were a little hard to miss in their musketeer costumes.

"Evening, lads." He said as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He was waiting for StorybrookeGirl who he had fallen for… hard. Even though he was in a relationship with the most popular girl in school, Milah Gold.

"Killian? What happened to your costume?" Asked Rob.

"I'm not meeting this girl looking like a tosser." He answered, straightening his jacket.

"Oh, so you get to be Prince Charming and we're what? The two idiots?" Shouted David.

"Look, I'm sorry boys but…" He trailed off when he noticed they weren't looking at him anymore. They were both staring at the same place. He turned over his shoulder to see what was so interesting. Every thought in his disappeared when he saw her. A stunning blonde stood at the top of the grand staircase. She wore a strapless white gown and matching mask.

It has to be her. Oh god, please let it be her.

He thought as she made her way down towards the dancefloor. It was just before 11 and they had agreed to meet on the hour under the disco ball. He would soon find out if this mystery beauty was the girl he had been waiting so long for.

"I'll be back." He simply said and walked towards the centre of the room.

"Good luck mate!" He heard them shout in the distance.

She stood under the disco ball, everyone around her was dancing and she could feel the butterflies in her stomach. What if this was a huge mistake? She was 'Diner girl' and for all she knew Nomad was a teacher, a girl, a psycho. Okay, this was definitely a mistake. Just as she was about to move away, she felt a presence behind her.

"StorybrookeGirl?" He asked. This was it, he was stood behind her right now. Slowly, she turned her body to face him.

No. Freaking. Way.

Her mouth fell agape as she stared into the ocean blue eyes of Killian Jones. School bad boy and captain of the football team.

"Killian Jones? You're… You're Nomad?" She asked in disbelief. He nodded.

"At your service… Do we know eachother?" He asked awkwardly.

"No. Look, this was a mistake. I've got to go." She said, pushing past him.

"Wait! Wait!" He caught up to her and grabbed her arm. "Please, don't go yet. Give me a chance to show you that I'm not the person everyone thinks I am." He pleaded. She took one look into those eyes and sighed.

"Okay." She said. He moved away from her and bowed mockingly, extending his arm to lead her outside. She laughed and moved in the direction of the garden. Graham watched them go and smiled.

"So, who are you?" He asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She said jokingly.

"Wow, I can see I'm going to have my work cut out for me. Can I at least know your name?"

"That is the one thing you can't know. I'm sorry." She said staring at the ground, unable to look him in the eye.

"How about we each get 3 questions to find out something about the other?" He suggested.

"Yeah, okay. I can do that. You go first." She said, finally looking up at his face as they walked along the stone path.

"Okay, you do actually go to this school don't you?" He asked.

"Seriously? That's your first question?"

"Well, I don't recognise you and we've only talked online so, yeah!" He joked. She giggled and stopped walking when she realised he had. "And, you'd think I would remember those eyes." He said, stepping closer and going to slowly remove her mask, but she grabbed his arms and pushed them back to his sides.

"Umm, next question." She said softly, starting to walk again.

They continued asking eachother questions, learning the slightest details about one another and laughing at the stupid questions like 'Would you rather eat a Big Mac or a Rice Cake?' Before they knew it they had reached the pavilion in the centre of the garden. He bowed again and offered her his hand, she took it hesitantly and he led her up the stairs and onto the small platform.

"Would you care to dance, Milady?"

"There's no music." She laughed. Just then, a small band started playing and the air was filled with the sounds of Guitars, Tambourines and Violins.

She laughed again, as did he. He placed his hand on her waist and the other held her hand. She held his hand and placed her other hand on his shoulder. They danced and laughed for what felt like hours but was likely only minutes. He dipped her and she tipped her head back laughing. He pulled her back to him and they stopped, looking eachother straight in the eye.

"Please let me know who you are?" He said, once again moving to remove her mask. This time she stayed still. They both jumped when her phone alarm went off.

"Not now!" She said, unclipping her phone and switching the alarm off.

"What? What is it?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. This was amazing." She said, beginning to run back towards the school.

"Wait!" He shouted again as he chased after her. Once she had reached the door, she looked around frantically for Graham. She caught him out of the corner of her eye… Making out with Regina Miils!

What? How did that happen? She thought, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the stairs. They ran all the way to the car, Killian had clearly fallen behind as he wasn't in sight.

"So? How'd it go? What did he say when you told him who you are?" Graham asked, putting the key in and turning on the ignition.

"He didn't!" She shouted, ripping off her mask. "I didn't tell him who I am." She said.

"Em! Why not?"

"Because, it was Killian Jones. He's the most popular guy in school Graham. Do you really think he would be happy to find out that I'm Emma Swan, Diner Girl?" She asked.

"But that was your chance! He might not be the idiotic womanizer everyone says he is, you never know!" He said.

"I do! He was great and amazing and sweet and I screwed it up! Now, will you please step on it? If I'm not back in that diner in 10 minutes, Granny is going to kill me!"

They drove to Granny's and she jumped out, knowing that her shift started in 2 minutes.

"Thank-you!" She shouted to him over her shoulder. She ran in the back door and changed into her uniform as quickly as she could when wearing a dress the size of Texas. She left the dress in its box in the locker room and ran into the kitchen. She grabbed the first tray she saw and walked out into the diner.

"Hey Granny!" She shouted, making sure she was aware of her presence.

"Hello Emma!" She laughed. Granny was the nicest woman Emma had ever met, but Ruby had already asked for the night off to go to homecoming with Vic and it was only the two of them so otherwise Granny would have been rushed off her feet.

"Has it been busy?" She asked as she cleared a couple of tables.

"Not really. Sorry Emma, you could have gone to the dance after all. If you still want to go then you could probably still make it!" She said, guiltily.

Seriously?

"No, no it's fine. It ends at midnight so." She said, sounding bored. Granny looked a little less guilty at that and she smiled.

So much for Prince Charming, huh?

He couldn't quite process what had just happened. One minute he was dancing with this amazing girl and the next she was running away.

"Wait!" He shouted, running after her. He lost her in the crowds of the hall, but caught sight of her running up the stairs with a rather unwilling Zorro being dragged behind her. He ran to the stairs, taking them two at a time. He then froze when he reached the top. He caught sight of something on the ground. Her cell phone. She had dropped her cell phone. He picked it up and carried on running to the main entrance of the school. He ran out to the car park and looked around frantically. There was no sign of her anywhere.

He had lost his Cinderella within hours of meeting her.

I didn't even get her name. Was his only thought as he looked out into the distance.