A/N: Her nickname is Bri, but pronounced Bree, which is why I spell it Bree.

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My name is Bri, short for Briana. I'm what many guys refer to as a Call Girl, I offer my services, to those my age or older, for a price, and only those who have never been with a girl. I'm 18 and a senior at Storybrooke High and don't have any friends here. Why? Less people who know what I do, the better and I won't be judged by the student population. I make sure to not fall for any of the guys I hook up with. However, this story is how I broke my number one rule and it tore me apart.

As always, every morning I make my bed, take a shower, brush my teeth, the usual morning routine for a teenager. I live in a four bedroom house, which is much too big for myself and my stepdad, Allen, who was never home so he had no idea what I did or didn't do. We hardly talk when he is home, it's been that way for a couple years..

I checked my phone for messages and had only one. This guy went to my school, was the captain of the football team, which is shocking considering who he is and he's hiring me. To each their own I guess. I left the house, hopped on my motorcycle, the best present my real dad ever got me. Hell, the only present my dad ever got me, and drove to school. I parked in the area designated for motorcycles and sat there as I removed my helmet then looked around. I could hear the loud rumbling of the captain's car, a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle. I always admired classic cars, and this was one was in excellent condition.

I swung my leg over my bike, standing up and pulling down my leggings. We have to wear a uniform which consisted of a skirt for the females, and as my bike is my only mode of transportation, I have to wear some type of pants underneath. I stuffed my leggings into my backpack and slipped my uniform flat shoes back on. When I looked to my left, the captain himself gave me a raised eyebrow and a smirk as he closed his car door. I shrugged my shoulders at him.

"Captain," I nodded at him and not on purpose, we walked together into the school. He held the door open for me, "Who says chivalry is dead?" I had to look up at him as he towered over my petite form.

"I'm always a gentleman love." I rolled my eyes at his reply and chuckled.

During class, the first one of the day, he was sitting next to me, writing notes on what the teacher was teaching us today, as usual, I paid little attention. I discreetly brought my phone out and typed a reply to the captain's request.

Me:

I'm free every night this week, whichever is convenient for you

I could hear the vibration of his phone as he received the message. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and looked at the message. I turned my phone off so he wouldn't know it was me. He typed in a reply and since I didn't want to be obvious, I figured I'd check my messages after class. After he typed his reply, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and his attention was back on the teacher. The rest of class consisted of me doodling in my notebook and half listening to the teacher, and toying with my brunette hair that hung down to below my shoulders, looking for split-ends as I was incredibly bored.

When the bell rang, I gathered my things and quickly left the classroom turning my phone back on.

Killian:

Tonight it is. Meet me outside the Rabbit Hole 7

Me:

I'll be there. I take it your girlfriend doesn't know? What can I say, I was curious. Several moments later, I got a reply.

Killian:

Don't have one. Though there is this girl in my class I've had my eyes set on

Me:

Why haven't you asked her out? I'm sure you would rather be with her than me

Killian:

If I were to ask her out, I want to know what the bloody hell I'm doing and not disappoint her

Me:

If she likes you, she won't care

Killian:

Are you trying to get out of this lass

Me:

Of course not. She would be a very lucky lass

Killian:

I would be the lucky one. Do you have someone?

Me:

No. Besides, he doesn't know I exist. Let's just say we're opposites

Killian:

Class started. See you tonight

Shit. I walked in, the teacher gave me a disapproving look. "Class started a few minutes ago Miss Anderson." I gave him a cheeky grin and took my seat, the captain chuckling at my reaction. The entire class I discreetly looked over at him, but his attention was on the teacher. The bell rang and again I headed out quickly.

"Always in a rush love. Slow down or you might miss life."

"Says the guy who runs through stop signs." I rolled my eyes as he shrugged his shoulders.

"I live dangerously sweetheart." I snorted as I walked away.

Classes were boring, I may have fallen asleep during one, not entirely sure. During lunch, I went to my usual spot under the bleachers and laid down. I heard the crinkling of grass and peeked who it was and was shocked when it turned out to be the captain.

"You are the dangerous type Jones." He furrowed his brows in confusion. "No one bothers coming under here, especially when I'm around. Think it's because I may tarnish their reputation."

"Why do you say that?" he sat down next to where I was laying.

I closed my eyes again, "Pick one. I drive a motorcycle therefore automatically making me a bad girl, slut, loner, bad image, I can go on."

"I don't give a bloody damn what anyone calls you or thinks of you Briana." I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"You should. I'm not a good girl." I got up to leave, except I didn't make it a step before he stopped me.

"Why do you push everyone away?"

"That is a story I don't care to share with anyone. Though, if you find my dad, you can ask him." he didn't stop me this time and let me go. I skipped the rest of school since I had two more classes with him. I stayed under the bleachers messing around on my phone when I received a message.

Killian:

I finally spoke to the lass.

Me:

How did it go?

Killian:

Not well.

Me:

Sorry to hear that. Shouldn't you be paying attention in class instead of messaging?

Killian:

Aye

Me:

See you tonight

I turned my phone off and waited until school was over. I had fallen asleep when I heard a whistle blow and what sounded like body on body collision. I sat up, looking around. Between the seats, the football team was practicing. I climbed between the poles and out the back. I was heading to the parking lot when I heard someone call my name. I turned around and it was the captain.

"Jones!" his coach yelled but he waved his hand back as he ran towards me.

"Yeah?" I folded my arms across my chest.

"Come watch?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"What are you up to?" I bit my lower lip, his eyes immediately dropping to the movement.

"Jones!"

"Please love?" He ran backwards. I rolled my eyes and followed him. I knew this was a bad idea. But then again, what harm could come out of watching him?

I watched him as his team practiced, even though I had no idea what was going on, I actually enjoyed watching. Once in a while, he would give me a wink and I would either smirk or raise an eyebrow at him to which he would shake his head smiling. After practice was over, he ran to where I had been sitting.

"You never forget your first." I blushed at underlying meaning behind his words. "Seems today is the day of firsts." I covered my face in my hand, my cheeks growing even hotter.

"Killian." I mumbled from behind my hand.

"What happened to Captain?" I looked up at him, his foot sitting on the bench I was on with him leaning his arm on his outstretched leg. My eyes roamed over him, then realizing what I was doing, I quickly looked away.

"I should be going... Captain." I grabbed my bag, slipping it onto my shoulder.

"What are you doing tonight?" I stopped in my tracks and turned to him. He was less than a foot away from me.

"Why?" I asked slowly.

"Perhaps I can come over?." he was staring into my eyes, and before I realized what I was doing, I didn't turn him down.

"And do what?" He took a step towards me, gently grasped a strand of my hair and twirled it around his finger.

"Watch a movie, get to know one another." I quirked an eyebrow and smirked. 'Get to know one another' for me meant something else entirely. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea.

"Come over after you're done here?" I offered.

"Aye." the smolder he gave me made me weak in the knees. Bree, what the hell? You don't get weak around guys!

"I'll see you soon then." I smiled at him, though I wanted to do more than smile. He winked then ran towards the locker rooms. I made my way to my motorcycle but not before I looked over at the locker room and seeing his smile before he walked in.

I pulled my leggings on and climbed onto my bike. I couldn't stop the thoughts running through my head wondering what the hell I was doing, and why. More importantly, the message I received when I got home.

Killian:

Sorry lass, tonight is no good. I'm seeing the the girl I told you about in a bit.

Wait, what? As soon as I got off my bike, I ran inside and got rid of all evidence of what I did, which took about ten minutes to do. I wrote a note and taped it on the front door letting him know he could come right in and to take the note with him. I hopped into the shower, taking my time to calm my nerves. I left the bathroom door and window open so I could hear his car. Roughly twenty minutes later, I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard the rumble of his car. I sprinted to my room, quickly dried myself off when I heard the front door close.

"Up here. Be down in a minute." I yelled from my room on the second floor. "Make yourself at home."

I opened my closet and pulled out a pair of yoga pants and a tight fitted tank top. My usual home wear. I brushed my wet brunette hair and decided to leave it down. I ran down the stairs to find Killian looking at the pictures on the mantle.

"I hate those pictures." he turned around, his eyes roaming down my body. "You hungry or thirsty?" I turned on my heel and went into the kitchen. I didn't hear him following me, but assumed he was. I opened the fridge and grabbed a beer for myself when I felt his hand on my waist. I immediately stood up, my heart beating rapidly.

He chuckled "Easy love." I looked at him.

"Want one?" I held the bottle up, my voice coming out shakily. He switched hands on my waist and reached around me to grab a bottle for himself. I could smell his cologne and feel his body heat. "Hungry?"

He shook his head no, staring intently into my hazel blue eyes. Feeling self-conscious, I closed the fridge door and led him up to my room, which is where my Netflix was. I closed the door after he entered. I turned around noticing him taking in everything in my room, the black and red theme.

"Seems we have similar tastes."

"Huh?" I walked over to my bed turning the television on.

"Only difference, I have white added." my walls were black as well.

"I practically live in here, had to make it mine." I shrugged my shoulders. He walked over to me as I sat down on the loveseat. My bedroom is the second biggest, which used to be my mom's when she still lived here. She and my dad had separate bedrooms.

He sat next to me, his arm resting behind my head as the other held his opened beer. We settled on Pirates of the Caribbean. During the movie, his fingers started playing with my drying hair. I leaned my head back enjoying the sensation. It feels like forever since a guy played with my hair, and in reality, it had only been two years.