Hi !
I'm super happy to announce that "Dont judge a book by it's cover" is currently being translated into English!
I ( Beautifulincentive) am currently writing this story in Dutch. The awesome Kimmiehier has offered me to translate it into English.
You can find me on Tumblr as Beautifulincentive and Kimmiehier, he has also the same name on Tumblr.

Please, let me know what you think and enjoy the first chapter! :)

A teacher's notebook... in my possession. Just my luck.

Emma Swan kicked the fence shut behind her and was looking for the keys to her apartment with her left hand, they had to be in that bag somewhere. Her eyes were focused elsewhere, locked on the book in her right hand.

Why does this always happen to me? Unbelieveable!

After she found the keys, she opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside. She hung them on a hook next to the door and threw her bag on the table in her living room. She went towards her small kitchen and, after turning on the thermo pot to boil some water, she plopped down in a chair. "What a day."

Miss Mills, a new teacher in the University Emma had been attending for the past two years, was a middle aged woman. She had dark brown hair that fell onto her shoulders and two intense brown eyes that always seemed to pierce right through Emma. At least, that's the impression she got every time she looked into the eyes of the attractive brunette. Aside from that, Miss Mills had a body that simply demanded attention. Emma's attention. Her class was working on a qualitative research this semester and the new professor was there to guide them through it. She also gave the lionshare of the lectures necessary. How Emma was ever going to get enough credit for this particular class, only God knows.

Just the entrance she made in the classroom alone was enough to scramble her brain. How is she even real? With 5 inch fuck-me heels, bloodred lips, tight pencilskirts, and a cold glare, she entered the classroom like she was a born Queen. Just that thought was enough to make Emma shiver and she jumped back on her feet to pour herself some tea.

It was often noisy in the classrooms, especially during the last semester. After this period there was only one other left before summer break, after all. Time flew by and most students looked like they desperately needed their well deserved vacation in the Bahamas. Most laptops only showed Tumblr or Facebook pages on their screen if you were to look from above.

But not when Professor Mills was talking.

Miss Mills was known for walking her round through the room. After she had dealt swiftly with one of the students' misbehavior, it seemed like the rest of them had unanimously decided not to mess with her and tried their best to pay close attention.

Emma had been that one student.

She took a sip of her tea and, not for the first time, wished the ground would just swallow her whole, thinking back of that moment...

She was sitting next to one of her best friends, Graham Humbert, on the left side of the middle row in the classroom and Graham insisted on making her listen to a certain song. "Come on Em, you've got to hear this song. I heard it on the radio and couldn't help but think of you!" Emma arched an eyebrow and looked at him suspiciously. "Okay... Let's hear it." She popped in his earbuds and Graham pressed play. The loud bass drew her in immediately. "Boys Wanna Be Her by Peaches", it said on the screen. Due to the music she couldn't hear Graham's chuckle, nor the door that opened.

You've got them all by the balls

causin' waterfalls, stone walls, bar brawls

Common stalls that cause 'em all

Thanks to the music she also didn't hear the clicking of heels, clicking towards herself...

She looked over to Graham's side and raised a thumb to tell him the song appealed to her. He had a certain grin on his face, making her drop her hand slowly. What was that look for? She thought. Why is he grinning at me like that? From the corner of her eye she noticed that the students in front of her had turned around and were looking at her as well. They looked rather concerned.

To you they crawl, body sprawl

Smokin' Pall Malls, close call, stand tall

It was that moment that told her something wasn't right. She felt a tap on her shoulder and noticed someone seated themselves on her right side. She nearly jumped, removed the right ear plug and turned to her right. What she saw was two brown eyes shooting daggers at her.

Doll, you make them feel so small

(And they love it)

Oh fuck.