CS AU- college swimmers on rival teams

A/N: so this is loosely based on my life as a college swimmer. And it's probably not that great but my muse demands that I write it. Don't know how long it'll be but there'll be multiple parts. I promise.

And if you have any questions on swimmer terminology, send me a message and I'll be happy to tell you J

Emma hated constantly having wet hair. Being a college swimmer who practiced 6 hours a day didn't let her thick hair ever dry. And of course it's fucking cold, Emma thought grumpily. Her hair was going to freeze on her way to class. Again.

She was a sophomore at Storybrooke University, majoring in criminal justice. She had told herself for years that she was not going to swim in college. But when Coach Mills offered her a scholarship to swim for the small, private school, Emma couldn't say no. She needed the money. Growing up as an orphan, Emma didn't have parents to put away money for her to pay for school. Let alone a very expensive one in Maine.

"Hey! Em! Wait up!"

David, one of the members of the team and one of Emma's closest friends, came running after her.

"Hey Dave. What's up?" Emma smiled, knowing he hated the nickname.

David gave her a face, "That's just a terrible nickname. Just awful."

"Fine. I'll just call you Charming like Mary Margret does," Emma smirked at him.

David had been dating Mary Margret, Emma's best friend and roommate, since freshman year. They were disgustingly cute and Emma predicted they'd be engaged before graduation senior year.

"Speaking of Mary Margret, where has she disappeared to?" Emma asked David.

"Oh, Pinky needed new tires. She had to go get them today since we have that big meet all weekend against Roger College."

'Pinky' was Mary Margret's car. Named Pinky for the bright color pink he was painted, Mary Margret adored her little, old car.

"Ugh, don't remind me about the meet. Mills has me swimming the mile AND the 400 IM."

"Ouch. That's going to be a bitch."

"Shut up, Mr. Backstroke. The longest race you have is a 200."

"Being a sprinter is nice, isn't it? Maybe you should switch," David smirked at

Emma.

Emma smacked him on the arm.

"Don't be an ass."

David laughed.

"Calm down Swan. If you are done being violent, maybe you should go to class. Gotta keep up that GPA, or else Mills will make you swim 20 200's fly."

Emma smacked him on the arm again and went to class.