"Again?" Emma Swan whispered trying to hold back the anger as she tried to start her car only to discover that it wouldn't start. "That's the second time this week!" She got out of the car and slammed the door. She stormed into the house, dropping her keys on the counter.
"Mom!" Emma yelled. Her mother Mary-Margaret ran down the stairs and asked, "Emma what's wrong? I thought you left for school already." Emma's little brother crawled around the corner and looked up at his sister and said, "Memma?" Emma rolled her eyes. "Not now Henry. Mom, can you drive me to school? My car is dead. Again."
"Of course, let me go get Henry's shoes." Emma walked to the garage and hopped in the shotgun-seat of the car. Two minutes later, her mom came into the garage with Henry. "Shoes. I couldn't find the shoes," she said as she put the baby in the car seat. "Hurry up mom, I'm gonna be late," Emma said as Mary-Margaret sat in the front seat.
As they were driving Emma yelled, "No!" "Emma, what is it now?" Her mom asked. Emma covered her face with her hands. "No, no, no! I forgot my geometry paper on my desk! Mrs. Patterson is gonna kill me! Could anything else go wrong today?" Mary-Margaret stayed silent, not knowing what to say to her fuming daughter. "Memma?" Henry said quietly. Emma just groaned.
As they pulled up to Storybrooke high, Emma's school, Mary-Margaret looked at her daughter. "Have a good day ok?" Emma stared at her mom, "Are you serious?" "Just try ok?" Her mom tried. "Why are you so optimistic mom? It's infuriating," Emma mumbled and got out of the car. She flung her backpack over her shoulder and managed to say bye to her mother.
As she walked through the front doors of the school, she walked straight to her locker. She grabbed her books for her first period class. Chemistry. "Emma!" She heard her best friend Elsa tell from behind her. "Elsa I have to get to class, I'll talk to you later," Emma said in an irritated tone. "What's wrong?" Elsa asked. "Car is dead. Forgot my homework. Mrs. Patterson is gonna kill me. Is that a good enough explanation?" Emma explained, clearly frustrated. "Yea that's good enough. I'll see you later," Elsa said as she turned to walk towards her locker down the hall.
Emma walked into her class just as the bell rang and slammed her books down on her desk and slid into her seat. She listened to her teacher talk about Sodium and Magnesium for 55 minutes straight and Emma was so caught up in all of her troubles from the morning that she didn't even pay much attention. She had Geometry next period and she was dreading it. When she didn't think she could take anymore, her teacher said something that caught her attention.
"In two days, on Friday, you will be expected to present an essay on an element of your choice. This will be a big part of your grade, so it would be in your best interest to do well on this essay," Mr. James said. Emma just stared at her teacher, dumbfounded. How could a day be this horrible? "Only two days?" Her friend Ruby, who sat next to her, asked. "Yep." Emma said flatly. "Looks like we are gonna be pretty busy," Ruby sighed.
The bell rang and Emma got up to leave the class. She left the classroom and she walked back to her locker. She out her chemistry books back and closed her locker. She had everything in her backpack that she needed, except for her homework. Everybody thought that Mrs. Patterson was one of the worst teachers at Storybrooke high. If you forgot your homework, she gave you two-times as much homework the next day. Emma didn't think she could take twice as much homework on top of this Chemistry project.
Emma walked into her class and sat in a seat 2 minutes before the bell rang. She didn't want to be late on top of forgetting homework. If you were late to Mrs. Patterson's class, she sent you to the principal as soon as you walked into the room. Mrs. Patterson wasn't in the room and there were only a few other people in seats. She stared at the clock waiting for the bell to ring.
Mrs. Patterson walked into the room as soon as the bell rang. There was a tall boy following behind her. Emma had never seen him before. "Everybody, this is Killian Jones. He's new here at Storybrooke High and I want you to make him feel welcome in this class." Emma rolled her eyes. How could anyone be welcomed in her class? "Killian, why don't you go sit by Emma? There's an open seat by her," Mrs. Patterson said kindly. Emma's eyes shot up when she heard her name.
Killian came and sat next to Emma. "Hey," Killian said. Emma looked over at him, "Are you talking to me?" Killian laughed, "Of course I am, love, you are sitting next to me aren't you?" Emma smiled, something she never thought she'd do in a day as horrible as this. "I'm Emma, Emma Nolan." He reached his hand out to shake hers. "Nice to meet you Emma Nolan." "What school did you transfer from?" Emma asked. "I've been homeschooled all my life," Killian said proudly. Emma's mouth dropped, "Seriously?" "Seriously." He said and smiled.
Just as Emma was about to say something to him, Mrs. Patterson spoke. "Students, I need you to come bring me your homework from yesterday." Emma groaned and leaned her head on her desk. She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong, love?" He asked, confused. "I forgot my homework, and you'll find out soon enough that forgetting homework is one of the worst things you could do in this class," she said. He smirked as he pulled out a piece of paper from his backpack, "I can fix that." He unscrewed the lid of his water bottle and knocked it over, spilling water all over the table, and her homework.
"Follow my lead," he whispered. "Oh no, Emma I'm sorry!" Emma was almost too shocked to speak, but she managed to say, "My homework! It's ruined!" Killian held back a smile as he picked up the paper and it ripped into 2 pieces with smeared pen-ink all over it. "Yes, that is ruined," he said softly.
"What is going on over here?" Mrs. Patterson asked as she strolled over to the desk that Emma and Killian shared. Killian was the first to reply. "I was taking a sip of water and when I set it back down on the desk I tipped it over and the water Emma's homework. I'm so sorry." Emma tried her hardest not to laugh. He was a really good actor. "Oh it's okay Killian, it was just an accident!" Mrs. Patterson said sweetly. Emma looked at Killian with wide eyes. Mrs. Patterson was NEVER like this. She must really like new students. Killian smiled at her.
An hour later after the class, Emma ran out of the class room with Killian right behind her. As soon as she was outside of the class room, both her and and Killian burst out laughing. When Emma finally caught her breath, she said "That was brilliant! You were amazing!" Killian smiled a huge grin, "I couldn't let you get in trouble for that!" "Why not? We just met," Emma laughed. "Well you seemed stressed and you seemed like a nice lass, so I thought I'd help you out," Killian said.
Emma smiled at him and their eyes locked for a split second. It was a magical second. Then Emma breathed a sigh of relief and laughed again. "That was so close! You are a really good actor!" Killian nudged her, "You are too!" Emma smiled, "Thank you." "You're very welcome," Killian said. "What class do you have next? I can tell you where it is," Emma suggested.
"Funny you should ask that, I actually have theater next," he said with a laugh. Emma replied, "Speaking of acting! That's actually what I have next too! Just follow me!" She walked down the hallway until they got to a large auditorium with double doors. Killian ran in front of Emma and grabbed the handle of the door. "Milady," he said as he held the door for her. "Why thank you," she said and giggled. They found two seats next to each other and they sat down.
She looked over at him and smiled. Something about him just made her smile. She had been having a horrible day, and he turned her day around. She had just met him and something seemed different about him. They had clicked as soon as he said, 'Hey,' to her. She already thought of him as a friend, even thought they had just met an hour ago. He barely even knew her and he played a trick to get her out if trouble. She liked him. Perhaps even more than just a friend.