A/N: This is the first piece of SwanQueen I've written, so please do tell me if it sucks, or if it rocks, or whatever. (: Reviews are so very welcome, and will allow me to determine whether or not to continue with this fiction! Thanks! Unfortunately, I do not own Once Upon a Time, or the characters, (cause if I did, lemme tell you!) but I do own this story! Also, massive brownie points to whomever catches the title reference!

XX

Emma grinned, laughing quietly to herself. She quickly darted past Miss Mills' classroom, noticing happily how the woman seemed to be in deep, important conversation with Principal Gold. Emma tried to ignore the shiver that wormed it's way down her spine at the thought of that man. Something just seemed..off about him, she couldn't put her finger on it. This was no time to be thinking of such things, however, as she had a mission to complete. Emma raced down the stairs two at a time before arriving, somewhat out of breath, at the teacher parking lot. Her eyes darted left, right, before determining that she was the only soul around at the moment. Perfect, she thought to herself, this will be a piece of cake. Emma crouched low to the ground, running through the parking lot to her target: the sleek, black Benz that seems extraordinarily out of place surrounded by pickup trucks and SUVs. Emma chanced another glance around and quietly unzipped her backpack, withdrawing the bright red can of silly string and giving it a shake before popping the cap off and smirking. She was halfway through writing the nickname, 'Evil Queen', when an almost deathly quiet voice behind her made her shriek and toss the can.

"What exactly is it that you hope to accomplish, Miss Swan?"

Emma slowly turned around before plastering a sheepish grin on her face, allowing her eyes to travel slowly up the stocking clad legs to the charcoal gray pencil skirt, resting a little too long on the blood red blouse that spilled just an ounce too much cleavage, finally to the face of the woman whose car she was currently defacing. Regina Mills, for her part, allowed the girl to take her time, quirking a perfect eyebrow in amusement, even as she felt the angry glare settle on her face. Emma cleared her throat, trying to concoct a lie.

"W-well...well you see..."

As her words trailed off, Regina's face grew cloudier, tapping her foot. Before Emma knew what she was doing, she blurted out the truth. "It... It was a dare," she quietly relented, hanging her head in shame. After a brief moment, Regina finally spoke.

"Well, dear," she quietly said, voice dripping with venom, "do you realize that your dare is going to cost me upwards of a thousand dollars?"

At this Emma gasped, whipping her head around to look at her teacher, beginning to wipe the silly string off. To her horror, although the bright red no longer marred the car, the faint, faded black turned light gray clearly read "Evil Qu" and Emma groaned, shaking her head rapidly.

"I..I had no idea, honestly, I'm so sorry. I'll pay it off, I don't know how, but I-"

"Enough!" Regina pinched the bridge of her nose before looking down at the girl once more.

"Miss Swan, are you aware that I am completely within my rights to have you expelled?"

Emma almost turned green at this, her eyes opening wide.

"Please, Miss Mills, please don't do that. Graduation is in two weeks, I have not come this far to let it all go to waste. I will do anything, whatever it takes, just please don't take my only success from me."

Regina allowed herself a quick moment to notice that pleading tone in Emma's voice, noticing how her words grew softer at the end, before allowing a small, evil smile to adorn her face.

"Anything, Miss Swan?" Emma did not answer, instead nodding vehemently. "Well then, I suppose we could work something out. I will meet you tomorrow, after class, to discuss your punishment. Leave."

Emma jumped up, running off to find Killian. Surely he knew that the silly string would ruin the paint job on the teacher's car, and Emma was so mad at herself for falling for such a cheap trick that she immediately began seeing red. She told herself that it was all to do with the terrible punishment she'd surely receive, and yet, in the back of her mind, she knew that the almost imperceptible look of sadness that had washed over her teacher's face in the blink of an eye had shamed her, and something simply did not feel right about having hurt the teacher so much, the beautiful brunette who she had, on occasion, dreamed of getting to know more.