Christ. I'm late. It was the first day of term and already she was late to her first lecture. Well what do you expect when class it suppose to start at 8am? She cringed. Mornings were never her thing. Her thin black banned watched beeped twice, reassuring her of inevitable tardiness. Still, a cement hill was all that was keeping her from the lecture theatre, and with precious minutes dwindling it was time to run.
Catching her reflection on the approaching glass doors, the girl couldn't help but wince at what she saw. Her tight blonde curls had fallen to into messy waves, cascading down the small of her back. Sweat was trickling from her neck, only to be caught by a white cotton singlet peering out from under a red leather jacket. In an attempt to rescue any dignity before entering a room full of people, she wiped the droplets of sweat on her jeans, used her fingers as a brush and ripped the tight jacket off before opening the large red doors. Okay Emma, this is it.
A cool wave of air washed over the blonde as she entered the theatre. She really was late. Peering around the room, there were at least 400 students present, furiously typing away, with the occasional phone out texting. Every seat towards the middle to back seemed taken, leaving what Emma had dreaded most – having to sit front and centre.
Quickly choosing her destination next to a girl with a short pixie cut, Emma began her decent down the row of stairs towards the front of the room.
"Hey, you're not too late. Our lecturer isn't even here yet!" The girl smiled warmly. "I'm Snow."
"Emma."
"Well Emma, it's lovely to meet you. This your first year at UM?"
"Ah, sort of." She paused. Way too soon to tell the truth. "I'm picking up where I left off."
Snow nodded, "good for you."
The class fell silent at the sound of heels clicking against the wooden floors. A woman wearing a tight knee length penicil skirt, satin blouse and a pair of black 6" pumps entered the room, coffee in one hand and a leather handbag in the other.
She placed her bag down next to the desk, before turning around and leaning up against it, causing her skirt to rise an inch.
"Welcome. It's pleasing to see the early morning didn't keep you." She smirked. "My name is Professor Mills. I will be your lecturer for this year. Throughout this subject you'll learn course skills required in your psychology degree. Now, lets begin."
Regina Mills peered around the room full of students; hastily copying down each word she spoke. She enjoyed teaching and the power that followed. The brunette took a long sip from her coffee, closing her eyes to savour the taste of the warm liquid travelling down her throat. She shuttered. Someone was watching her. Skimming the large room subtly, each student looked to be doing their work, or at the very least chatting to those around them. It wasn't until her eyes locked with a pair of emerald greens sitting two rows from the front. Bingo. The girl looked 21 at most, biting her bottom lip and fingering the blinder of her notebook. She was stunning to say the least. Regina allowed her eyes to linger the fit physique in front of her. Her skin was milky white with a few light freckles on her shoulders. The brunette arched her eyebrow, her mind flooded with wildly inappropriate thoughts. Emma caught the grin tugging at her professor's lips, oh God, she caught me staring, look away, Emma, look away! It was only when the blonde nailed her eyes to the desk, she realised her lip was sore and swollen from sucking on it.
Regina cleared her throat - and her mind – signalling the attention of her class. "That is all for today. Also, starting from next week, I will not allow lateness. If you are not in your seats by 8 sharp, there will be consequences." Her eyes met Emma's. "My email address is on screen now, copy it down if you have any questions or queries about the information covered in class, do not hesitate to email me. Thank you."
The class erupted into chatter and movement. Snow started gathering her things, "goodness, she seems like a bit of a control freak."
"Yeah. But you've got to admit, she's kind of hot." Emma blushed, realising how creepy she sounded.
"Uh, I guess?" Snow stood up. "Want to go get some breakfast? I didn't have time to eat this morning."
Emma nodded. She thoughtlessly shoved her belongings into her bag and headed for the exit. Within two steps there was another husky cough sounding from behind her. She pivoted on the spot to be met by her teacher standing only inches away.
"Excuse Miss?"
"Swan."
Regina hummed. "Miss Swan. I'd like to have a word."
"Ah, sure." She turned back to Snow. "I'll meet you in the café down the hill, it does a killer breakfast." Snow mumbled something and followed the rest of the students out.
The theatre was completely empty before Regina spoke.
