Emma walked to her assigned seat casually, as if she hadn't been 20 minutes late, and plunked down into her chair as graceful as a child. The dark-haired professor shot the girl a glare, this hasn't been the first time the blonde came wandering into her lesson at whatever time she felt like. She made no comment and continued with her teaching for the remainder of the class, glancing occasionally at the unmotivated student at the back.

"Miss Swan, being 20 minutes late is unacceptable especially when it's every lesson." The professor chastised her student in the privacy of her classroom after asking everyone else to leave.

"It's not my fault," Emma shrugged, feeling bored after hearing the same speech from all her other teachers.

"Right, and who's fault do you suggest it is? Because it certainly isn't mine Miss Swan," Regina hated students like Emma, always challenging her and making her job more difficult than it needed it to be. Really, how hard is it to be on time?

"Whatever, I'll try to be on time tomorrow" The blonde replied noncommittally.

Regina stood and moved to sit on the edge of her desk closest to Emma, "'Trying' will simply not be enough, I expect you to be in my class on time tomorrow, no excuses. Do you understand?" This girl was tugging on her last nerve, Regina wasn't use to anyone disobeying her, especially not a bratty 17 year old.

"Perfectly," Emma said with a hint of sarcasm, "may I leave now?" Regina walked to the office door and held it open,

"See you bright and early tomorrow, Miss Swan," The blonde smirked, knowing her professor would most definitely not see her bright and early the next day. Mornings just weren't Emma's thing.

The staff room had been all but abandoned until the only two people left were Professor Mills and the school's counselor, Mary Margaret, who was much too perky for Regina's liking. "Ms Mills?" Regina turned to the smiling woman beaming up at her as if she were almost pained. "I heard you've been having troubles with one of your students," Regina noted to never tell Robin about anything, ever again being as it always ended up in every department around school.
"I'm not sure what you're referring to," Regina began searching for her car keys, not showing much interest for the woman in front of her.
"Emma Swan? A lot of teachers have had problems getting her to arrive on time, if at all and I know from an academic perspective her attendance is crucial but things aren't exactly... Easy for her."
The small brunette babbled until finally she peaked Regina's interests, "How so?"
"Well… She's a foster kid," Mary Margaret almost looked guilty for saying it, "She's not had it easy"
Regina rolled her eyes, "None of us have Ms Blanchard, it doesn't give people a free pass."

It was nearly three days before Regina saw the blonde again, coming in late as usual. "Nice of you to join us Miss Swan," Emma wouldn't have noticed her professor if not for the tight pencil skirt and button up she was wearing. It amplified every curve and was simply the best thing Emma had seen,
"Afternoon Ms Mills" The blonde smirked back before taking her seat. Emma continued to tap her pencil silently against the desk until the bell rang to signify the end of another dreadful day. "Emma, my desk please," Regina called out before the girl could leave, causing her to roll her eyes. She motioned towards the chair opposite her, "please take a seat." Emma sat back in the chair and waited to endure another 10-minute lecture about how important it is to be on time, one she had received numerous times from many teachers. The only difference with Professor Mills was that she was far better eye candy which made the speech much more bearable. "Are you even listening to me, Miss Swan?" Regina huffed, startling Emma from the journey she was making from the bottom of her professors heels all the way up her legs to her curvaceous backside.
"Of course," Emma replied casually, hoping she wouldn't question her. Ms Mills continued her speech as Emma continued her mental quest of her professor's body. Her eyes came up from the dip in Regina's back round to her waist and eventually the massive globes that were all but bursting out of the professor's blouse and Emma thought that the school's uniform policy shouldn't allow something so sexy.

Emma noticed her teacher had stopped her speech rather prematurely and she finally looked up from her fantasy world hoping this could be her cue to leave, "If I'm boring you Miss Swan, do let me know," Regina looked completely pissed.
The blonde tripped on her words, "N-no of course you're not boring me, I'm listening"
"What did I just say?" the professor raised an eyebrow.
Shit. Emma's pause was enough of a response for Regina.
"Maybe I can give you some kind of incentive to come to my classes," Regina began to circle around her desk to stop in front of Emma. "If you're late or you don't attend my classes, Miss Swan, you can spend every day after school in my office seeing to the work you've missed. Sound fair?" The brunette smiled evilly.
"Hardly," Emma muttered, feeling flustered from the closeness of her insanely hot professor.
"You make it sound like my company is a bad thing, Miss Swan," Emma saw a hint of playfulness in her professor's eyes and it made her confidence swell.
"Not at all, Professor Mills. If anything, I'm flattered you want to spend so much time with me" Emma smirked when she saw the slight blush creeping into Regina's cheeks. She couldn't blame her, countless of girls and women have succumb to Emma's charm.
"I don't think your company is what I'm looking for, more so your compliancy" Regina composed herself, "See you tomorrow, Emma"

Regina was midway through grilling another student for his scruffy clothes when Emma knocked on the open office door. The professors focus shifted and she motioned for the other student to leave, "Come in Ms Swan." The unkempt student smiled awkwardly at Emma as he left,
"Why do you always have to give everyone a hard time, Mills?" Emma smiled as she closed the office door behind her and took a seat across from her teacher.
Regina was about to bite back before seeing the playfulness on Emma's lips, "If I didn't they wouldn't work as hard," She replied simply.
Emma slumped back in her chair and shrugged, "Or maybe you could just try being nice?"
"Never heard of it," Regina smiled back. Emma was surprised to see the professor making a joke, especially after hearing her infamous nickname of "The Evil Queen"
"You're much more approachable when you smile," Emma commented and felt slightly embarrassed at the way it sounded,
"I'm not approachable?" Regina questioned, looking a little offended and Emma went red,
"No-no I didn't mean it like that. It's just, you know… People find you intimidating" Emma didn't think that was any better but the brunette seemed pleased with that answer.
"What's wrong with being intimidating?" Regina was watching Emma carefully,
"Nothing, personally I find it extremely attractive" Emma saw the light blush creeping up the professor's neck,

"Get to work, Swan" Regina pushed the binder towards the blonde, "You've got two assignments to catch up on."
Emma took the work and began flipping through the pages, "Come on, Mills, you really gonna make me do this? It's a Friday, don't we both have better places to be?"

"Well maybe if you didn't flunk yesterday's class you wouldn't be in this situation," Regina didn't even glance up from her paperwork and Emma knew she'd be stuck here for another hour.

15 minutes later and half a page gone, Emma lost concentration for the hundredth time. Professor Mills was in deep thought, running the end of her pen over her bottom lip and it was rather distracting in Emma's opinion. "Emma it's been nearly 20 minutes and I've not seen you turn a single page," Regina raised a curious eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah sorry I've just got a lot on my mind," You, I've got you on my mind, Emma thought to herself.
"Care to share?" The professor looked mildly intrigued.
"Err, not really…"
"Well good, that's what Ms Blanchard's for," Emma continued to change the subject, .
"I have a feeling you don't get along?" The blonde hinted, putting her books down to indulge in what she'd hope to be far more interesting than English Lit.
"What makes you say that?" Regina made no indication that Emma was incorrect.
"Well, she's always so… Cheerful,"

"I'm not cheerful?" The brunette smiled playfully and Emma scoffed,
"You look ready to kill ninety-nine percent of the time,"
"A woman has to be prepared!" Regina actually laughed and so did Emma and for a moment Emma completely forgot the boundaries of a teacher/student relationship,
"It's a shame, you've got a lovely smile," Regina noted the inappropriateness of the comment but couldn't help the blush that came.
"It's nearly four o'clock," the professor was looking at her watch, anywhere but Emma,
"Yeah I'll finish this up tonight," Emma motioned to her assignments,
"Sure, you will" The professor rolled her eyes, "I'm sure English assignments are your number one priority on a Friday night," She looked up enough to smile at the blonde,
"You caught me," Emma grinned like the Cheshire cat before practically skipping out of the office, "Later, Mills"

Author Notes: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue!