Emma Swan hung her head as she trudged down the corridor. She tried desperately not to make eye contact with any one, she didn't want any one to start shit because she was just too tired to deal with it. She supposed that she should be excited, what with it being her first day of senior year and everything, but she just couldn't muster the energy to even pretend to be. It had been a long night, Henry had been ill and kept her awake until four am.
At nearly 18 months, her beautiful baby boy was usually a perfect angel, but he had a new tooth coming, and that was never easy. He had screamed and screamed and then screamed some more after the asshat next door had banged on the wall and screamed at her to make it stop. Nothing she did calmed him at all, and she had found herself feeling rather useless, but she had tried and she had refused to give up.
He had settled in her arms, after what felt like an eternity and she had barely shut her eyes before her alarm was blaring again. Still, she was determined, she just had to get through the next nine months and then she'd be done, and her and Henry could get on with their lives. Still, it wasn't like she was doing the young mum thing on her own, she had David and Mary Margaret, her foster parents and they were pretty great. She had support and she had people who cared about her and Henry for the first time in her life.
Still, school was bad enough when it came to judgement, so she just hoped no body would start on her today. She could deal with looks, those were familiar and she barely noticed them any more. Although people talking about her behind her back hurt, or rather stung, it wasn't so bad. But if someone started to her face, she wasn't sure that she'd be able to control herself. Not if they said something bad about Henry, and that was what they all liked to talk about. Emma Swan, the slut who had a kid at fifteen. Gods what a joke, none of them knew what had happened, not that they cared, but still.
It's not like she regretted it, Henry was her whole world, he gave her a purpose and a drive that she'd never had before. She loved him like she'd never loved another person before, sure she was young, but she took care of him better than her own parents had ever taken care of her. She loved him more than they'd ever loved her.
She looked around the bustling corridor, trying to spot her best friends, Belle and Ruby. She knew they had to be here some where, she really wanted to find them before class. It had only been a fortnight since they'd last seen each other, it felt like a lot longer. Henry had finally taken his first steps during that time.
Finally, she spotted them at their lockers at the far end of the corridor, she eagerly set off through the crowd trying to reach them. Little did she realise, or at least not until much too late that there was a Regina Mills sized barrier in between her and them that she didn't have time to avoid. She tried to yell out in warning but it was too late, she crashed into her and sent them both sprawling across the polished floor of the rather full corridor.
Emma's glasses came off of her face and she heard them clatter to the floor, she was thankful they were protected ones, or she would have been completely and totally screwed. She picked them and herself up off of the floor to find everyone staring at her, as her cheeks heated she noticed that Regina, the most popular girl in school, was still sprawled on the floor. Clearing her throat, Emma ducked her head in embarrassment, trying to avoid the eyes she could feel on her and offered her hand to Regina.
She looked at the girl, who scrunched her nose in disgust and glared at her before taking her hand and allowing herself to be pulled up. Emma noticed Regina's attention wavering from glaring at her face to admiring her toned arms. When the girl was up on her own two feet again, Emma stooped to pick up Regina's book before handing it to her. She handed it to her with a quick and muttered "sorry" before taking off up the corridor. She could feel eyes on her back, almost burning into her, as she made her way further up the corridor but she didn't turn around.
She reached Ruby and Belle with five minutes until the first bell so they caught up quickly before making their ways to their respective classes. Emma had AP literature, a fact she was none too comfortable with as her foster mother was the senior classes' teacher. Still she strolled towards the classroom, trying not to arrive too early but wanting to be on time. Mary Margaret had been awfully good to her over the past two and a half years, she was the first family Emma had ever known and MM hadn't pushed her away or gotten rid of her when she found out that Emma was pregnant.
She reached the end of the corridor but before she could walk any further toward the class she found herself being called softly from behind. Turning around she found Regina Mills smirking at her in a way that made her stomach clench and her palms sweat. That smirk made her want to run for cover but at the same time she wanted to carry on standing there with the beautiful girl smirking at her.
The girl held something in her hand and as she made her way closer, Emma saw that it was her phone. She must have dropped it when she had sent both herself and Regina flying, she realised and her heart dropped. She knew from that smirk that Regina must of done something, but she didn't seem the type to outright humiliate her peers. She wondered what it could possibly be because it had to be something.
In less than a few seconds, a million different scenarios played through her head. Some ridiculous, and some not so ridiculous. It's not like there was anything incriminating on her phone, mainly just texts to her friends and pictures of her and Henry, mainly because she wanted to photograph every second they had together.
Still she wasn't expecting what came out of Regina's mouth as she hands her her phone back. In fact the statement made her freeze in her place as she awkwardly reached up to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.
"Call me sometime" it came out as so casual, so offhand that it left Emma gawping in her place for almost a full minute with her hand still poised to push up her glasses.
In the end Regina didn't leave it down to Emma to call her, because the same evening, just as a Emma was putting Henry down to bed, she felt her phone go off in her pocket and she couldn't help wondering who it could possibly be. When she saw it a smile lit up her face and after Henry had settled, she dat down and opened the text, if anything her smile got all the brighter.
Your son is almost as adorable as you :).