Emma Swan, the teenage rebel. The girl everyone stays out of the way for in the hallways of Storybrooke High. Is she mean? No, but she definitely knows how to throw a punch or two.

Regina Mills. The only word to describe her? Perfect. Straight A student, wealthy family, the kind of girl that teachers love. A complete opposite of Emma.

On the first day of school, Emma is heading to first period. Math. The bell rang nearly fifteen minutes ago and she's late, but she obviously doesn't give a shit. Taking her time, she walks to the last empty seat left and sits down beside a beautiful brunette. Emma has seen this girl around school before but never actually talked to her. She's way too much of a goody, but her beauty intrigues her.

Regina catches a glimpse of long blonde hair bouncing wildly out of the corner of her eye. Groaning under her breath, she knows this won't possibly turn out well. She knows Emma's reputation for disturbing the pleasant routine of mankind, and she hates her with a passion. With the intention of glaring, she looks at Emma, but is surprised to see her grinning widely back at her. Caught off guard, Regina half smiles and quickly looks to the front of the room. What the hell was that all about? She must be plotting against me.

Further into the lesson, irritation floods Regina when she feels a tap on her shoulder form none other than Emma.

"What do you want?" She whispers.

"Can I use a pencil?"

"No."

"Please? How else am I supposed to do my work?"

"I guess you should have thought of that before coming to class without one!" Regina snaps and gets a scolding look from the teacher.

"Oh, come on its just a pencil…"

"I said no."

"Bitch."

"Excuse me?!"

"Regina, please stay quiet, you're distracting others" Mr. Hoffman says. Emma smirks and Regina gives her a look that could kill.

"So how about that pencil?"

"…"

"If you don't lend me a fucking pencil I have a way of getting it from you myself."

"Why? Just ask someone else."

"But I want your pencil. You're cute." Regina couldn't help the blush that rose to her olive toned cheeks, which only made her frustration grow.

"GET YOUR OWN DAMN PENCIL!" She nearly shouts.

"That's enough, Regina Mills! Detention at break." Emma couldn't help but feel kind of bad at the look on Regina's face. It was her fault after all.

Two classes later, Regina hesitantly walks into the detention room and chooses a desk close to the front, of course. Unsurprisingly, Emma is already sitting in the back corner, feet propped up on her table, headphones in ears. When she looks up to see Regina walking towards the front, she turns her music off and heads to sit beside the brunette.

"What are you doing?"

"Sitting by you."

"Leave me alone."

"Jeesh, why so grumpy?"

"It's your fault I'm here, I'm allowed to be angry."

"Actually, if you just lent me that pencil you wouldn't be here right now." Regina rolls her eyes and pulls out a book, signaling that she doesn't want to talk. Emma decides to give her a break and let her read. She doesn't want to be hated by her now.


Sorry I cut it off so soon, but this is my first fic, and if it sucks i won't continue, but if you guys like it and want me to keep going, I definitely will! So please leave reviews :)