"Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?"
Killian Jones looked up from his phone, his angry retort dying on his tongue as he saw a gorgeous blonde standing next to the seat next to him where he'd dumped his bags.
"No, love, go ahead," he replied, reaching over and taking his bag off of the desk. The blonde smiled and said "Thank you" in a quiet voice before sitting down.
Killian knew he should probably try to return his attention to his phone, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from the blonde. It wasn't even just that she was beautiful (although she was) - there was just something about her that pulled him in.
Killian managed to tear his gaze away from the blonde when the professor walked into the classroom. He quickly pulled out his notebook, folder, and pencil, and waited in silence while the professor introduced himself as Dr. Hopper and welcomed them to Philosophy 1010.
Dr. Hopper started handing out syllabi, and Killian flipped through his, taking note of when the exams and papers were due and skimming through the rest of it. His perusal of the syllabus, however, was finished while Dr. Hopper was still talking about classroom conduct, and Killian took the opportunity to gaze the blonde.
"Psst," he whispered as he leaned towards her. The blonde, however, ignored him, concentrating on her copy of the syllabus. "Lass? What's your name?"
The blonde finally turned to look at him, and Killian was struck dumb by her vivid green eyes, and that look in them (the look of someone who's known loss). "Not telling, but it's not 'lass'," she replied.
"Well, if you're not going to tell me, I'll just have to make up a name for you," Killian retorted, feeling a thrill run through him at the blonde's sass. If this was how she flirted, he couldn't wait to see what she was like in bed.
"Do your worst," she whispered back with a smirk.
"Okay then…Swan," Killian replied.
Killian had not quite expected the girl's reaction, which was to freeze momentarily, a slightly shocked expression on her face. The shock was gone a moment later, but it took another few seconds for the girl to reply. "Why 'swan'?" she asked.
"You remind me of one," Killian answered. "Beautiful and elegant, but also vicious." He lingered on the beginning of the word vicious.
The girl's- Swan's- eyes lit up as she smiled slightly. "I'll allow that," she said. "And damn right I'm vicious. You couldn't handle it."
"I think I could handle it," Killian replied, raising an eyebrow on the word handle.
"Oh no. You couldn't," Swan replied with a smile. When Killian opened his mouth to object, she continued. "Trust me on this one."
Killian was about to retort when everyone started to get up and pack their stuff away, which shocked Killian a bit. He'd been so entranced with Swan that he'd failed to notice that Dr. Hopper had finished going through the syllabus and that class was now over.
Killian quickly shoved his syllabus into his folder, which he put into his bag. When he looked up, Swan was already out of her seat and walking to the door of the classroom. Killian hurried to catch up with her.
"Swan, wait!" he called, and to his surprise, she did. When he reached her, he stuck out his hand. "I'm afraid I haven't introduced myself. Killian Jones."
"Nice…to meet you, Killian. I'll see you around," she replied with a smile, and walked off.
As she walked away, Killian took a moment to admire the way her jeans clung to her legs and ass. Oh yes, he couldn't wait to get his Swan into bed.
Emma had an hour until her next class, so as soon as she left the philosophy class, she hurried to a bathroom and locked herself in the stall. Vaguely, she realized that she wasn't having a panic attack, which had happened every other time a man had flirted with her. She wondered why that wasn't the case this time- Killian Jones pushed all of her buttons, from the way his gaze had wandered over her, practically broadcasting his intent, to the way he'd chosen to call her "Swan", which was a nickname that only David used.
In truth, before Neal, she might have welcomed the attention he'd been paying her- he was quite handsome, with his striking sea-blue eyes, tousled black hair, reddish scruff, and that delicious accent. As it was, for the past three years, she hadn't been able to enjoy men flirting with her, but for some reason, with Killian, she didn't mind it. There was just something about him that called out to her- like he was some sort of kindred spirit, like he knew the pain she'd gone through in her life.
Maybe he has, a voice in her mind whispered. It wasn't like she had a monopoly on pain, although being abandoned on the side of the road when she was a few hours old and spending 12 years in and out of foster homes had left quite a few scars on her. She knew she was quite lucky that David and Mary-Margaret Nolan had actually adopted her when she was 13, but she'd spent more than half of her life being neglected and abandoned.
Wait, am I trying to like Killian Jones? Emma shook her head. After what happened with Neal, she couldn't afford to let anyone into her heart- it only led to heartbreak. Besides, Killian Jones probably was only sexually interested in her, and that was just something that she was completely repulsed by.
With that thought in mind, Emma gathered her stuff and left the bathroom, walking towards her next class. As she was walking, her phone chimed, and she pulled it out of her pocket to see that she had a text from Belle.
We're going to the Rabbit Hole tonight at 8. Are you coming?
I'll be there, texted Emma back, and put her phone in her pocket with a smile on her face. Men might break her heart, but female friends were completely awesome, and thus far, hadn't let her down.
