A/N: Hello, all! I'm super excited about this story, and I can't wait to share it with you!
Prompt originally taken from tumblr at: post/77079190750/bad-boy-hook-high-school-au
"Bad-boy Killian (drives a motorcycle, smokes, bad reputation) decides to corrupt Emma Swan (the good girl, always does what she's told sort of personality). He introduces her to his world and instead of being out for one thing, he ends up falling for her."
I really liked this idea, but I decided to make it my own with only a few small changes. I hope you guys enjoy, and don't forget to review!
It was finally here. The first day of school. But it wasn't only that, it was the first day of Senior year, or as Killian Jones liked think of it: the beginning of the end.
He'd never really been one for school. He had always managed to barely slide by with straight C's, a fact that made him prouder than it probably should have. It's not that he didn't care about school, he just felt that a proper assessment of a person's talents should depend less on their Grade Point Average and more on their— okay, he didn't care about school. In the slightest.
He always told himself that the only reason he went was because it was against the law not to. And even though he didn't care about school, he wasn't going to give the faculty and staff the satisfaction of watching him become a high-school dropout.
Killian was a pretty popular guy, in the sense that everyone knew who he was, and if (for some reason) you didn't, there was surely somebody on standby that was eager to fill you in. Despite his mild celebrity, he didn't have many friends. He had people that he'd talk to in the halls at school, or people from whom he could borrow a pencil, but not many people that he trusted and looked out for.
The only two people he truly cared for, Jefferson Hatrick and August Booth, had been by his side since before he could count. They were his best friends, and had been there for him through all of the hardships he'd faced in his eighteen years. His life had been anything but easy, but having friends like his made every step that much easier. In Killian's mind, they were less like his friends, and more like his brothers.
He silenced his alarm clock and laid in his bed for a few moments before forcing himself up and into the shower. He wasn't looking forward to going to school, but at least he knew that Jefferson and August would by his side.
He showered quickly, then went to his closet to pick his outfit for the day. He'd never really been all that picky in regards to his wardrobe, but that's not to say that he didn't know how to look good. He'd caught many a girl (and maybe a teacher or two) staring at him as he walked the halls, and he always made sure to show his appreciation with a cocky smile or a wink.
He never understood what it was about the girls in his school, but it seemed at he'd been on a date or two with half the girls in his grade at some point or another.
He picked out a pair of light jeans and a black and white baseball tee. He put the jeans on first, frowning slightly when he noticed a tattered slash over the right knee. He shrugged, deciding that he'd rather not look for another pair of pants, and put on his shirt.
He walked over to the mirror to see what state his hair was in. He decided not to bother, since his helmet was just gonna mess it up anyway. He walked off in search of a pair of shoes when he heard his cell phone buzz on his nightstand. He picked it up to look at the screen. He'd just received a text from Jefferson.
Good morning, sunshine! Meet at the usual spot?
Killian smiled and rolled his eyes as he typed back.
Yeah, be there in twenty.
At some point over the course of their friendship, Killian, Jefferson and August decided that a few mornings a week, they would get together to have breakfast.
It started when they were in elementary school, with their parents taking turns driving them to the restaurant and then dropping them off at school. But now that they each had their own means of transportation, they did it everyday.
After donning his favorite leather jacket and pulling on his backpack, Killian jumped into his favorite pair of boots and went downstairs. He was met in the kitchen by his father, who was sitting at the kitchen table asleep and snoring loudly, surrounded by paperwork and an open laptop.
Killian rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys and helmet before leaving through the front door. He locked the door behind him and walked over to his bike, which had been a sixteenth-birthday present from his father. He sat down on it, and put his helmet on. He started the ignition and left the driveway in the direction of Granny's Diner.
When he got there about ten minutes later, August and Jefferson had just arrived, still sitting in August's car.
While Killian preferred to ride his bike to school everyday, August and Jefferson took turns driving each other, alternating days.
Killian parked his bike alongside August's car, and bent down to talk to Jefferson through the passenger side window. "How'd you two decide who was driving today?"
August looked at him with a triumphant smile, while Jefferson rolled his eyes before speaking. "He cheated at Rock-Paper-Scissors yesterday."
August laughed as he took off his seat belt and started to get out of the car. "Hey, I resent that! You're just bitching because I figured out your pattern."
Jefferson closed his window and opened his door to get out. "Are you kidding me? What pattern?"
"Paper, Rock, Scissors, Rock, Scissors, Paper." August and Killian both deadpanned in unison.
"What? Is that how you guys always beat me? That's not fair! August, I demand a redo!"
August and Killian both laughed at their friend as they walked toward the entrance of the restaurant. "Get over it, Jeff. It's not like you aren't gonna be driving us tomorrow."
Jefferson huffed as he followed behind his two friends. "It's still not fair."
Killian shook his head as he held the door open, letting the other two walk through it. "Quit being such a baby, Jeff. You want me to buy you a doughnut?"
Jefferson's eyes narrowed as he looked at Killian. "I'm not being a baby, Hook. Keep your doughnut."
Part of Killian always laughed a little when they called him by that nickname. Jefferson and August were the only people he ever let use the name on him, mostly because they were the ones that made it up.
It had happened when they were freshmen in high school, and Killian just happened to have a date with two girls in the same week. He, of course, didn't tell them about each other, but they found out anyway.
He had talked his way out of it with both girls, using lines like: "She means nothing to me." and "I thought our relationship was stronger than this." and "You really don't trust me, do you?" Somehow, they'd both fallen for it, with Jefferson and August there to witness the whole thing.
Jefferson, being the idiot that he is, was astounded by his friend's smooth talking, and decided that he and August were going to come up with the ultimate "badass nickname" for Killian. About a week later, they'd finally come up with it: "Hook, because the girls always fall for him, hook, line, and sinker."
Killian still rolled his eyes at the "logic" behind the name, but overtime he got used to it. In fact, they only ever called him by his real name when they were angry or upset with him, which was rare. Any time other than that, it was like a foreign language to them.
They walked through the diner, and sat down in their usual booth. Killian put his helmet on the seat and slid in next to it as Jefferson and August sat across from him.
"Hook, let me trade seats with your helmet. I don't want to have to rub elbows with this cheater."
Killian looked up from his menu and rolled his eyes. "Then, by that logic, you wouldn't want to sit next to me either, mate."
Jefferson folded his arms and gave August a seething glare. August sighed exasperatedly and turned to look at Jefferson. "Honestly, man. It's not that big a deal. But if you're gonna be such a little bitch about it, just take the rest of the week, okay?"
Jefferson raised an eyebrow and looked at August. "The rest of the week? Really?"
"Yes, Jeff. Tomorrow through Friday. We even now?"
Jefferson turned to his menu, trying— and failing— to mask his excitement. "Fine. I guess I could deal with that."
August rolled his eyes as the trio was approached by Granny, the owner of the diner. Over the years that the boys had been coming into the restaurant, they had established a great rapport with her. "Morning, boys."
The three looked up from their menus and singsonged "Morning, Granny." in unison.
She pulled a pencil from behind her ear and took out a pad of paper from the pocket of her apron. "Don't tell me, let me guess: chocolate chip pancakes with bacon and coffee for Killian, a western omelette with rye toast and apple juice for August, and for Jefferson, two eggs over easy with a side of home fries and orange juice. How'd I do?"
The boys looked at each other and nodded their approval, Jefferson giving the old woman a thumbs-up.
"Granny, I don't know how you do it." August said, honestly intrigued.
"You boys order the same thing every Monday. If I didn't know that after all the years you've been coming here, I'd need to have my head examined." The boys laughed at Granny's dry wit as she finished writing down their orders and took their menus.
"Granny, what would we do without you?" Killian asked, smiling sweetly at her.
"You'd probably starve." She looked at them once more before turning around. "To say the least."
The boys ate their breakfast and chatted among themselves. They compared their schedules and were ecstatic that they had both lunch and English class together. They talked about their prospects for the new school year, and the things they'd like to do, or see done.
Well, that's what Jefferson and August talked about. Killian just drifted in and out of the conversation, responding if either of them asked him a question, but mostly just nodding along as his friends talked back and forth.
After they'd finished eating, they payed their checks and rose from the table, heading to their respective vehicles. Killian put on his helmet, sliding the visor up as he called out to his friends. "See you at school, boys."
Killian peeled out of the parking lot and rode off in the direction of the high school. He'd arrived there less than ten minutes later, and parked his bike in his spot, which was a few rows behind August's.
He walked up to the car and opened the rear door. He usually kept his helmet in August's back seat since it was too big for his locker. Today, he decided to sit with his friends since they had a few minutes before they had to be inside. "How'd you guys beat me here?"
August shook his head and looked at Killian in the rear-view mirror. "Despite what you believe, that motorcycle of yours is not exactly the fastest vessel in the universe."
Killian covered his ears with his hands, blocking out August's scathing assessment of his baby. "La, la, la, la, la, I can't hear you!"
Jefferson pulled Killian's hands away from his ears, laughing at Killian's childishness. "Chill out, Hook. He knew that beating you here would freak you out, so he took the back roads."
August smiled at Killian in the mirror again. "No traffic."
Killian scowled at August and narrowed his eyes. "I hate you."
Jefferson and August laughed as Killian shifted his gaze to the clock in August's dash. "Holy shit, guys, it's 7:45! Homeroom starts in five minutes!"
They all three shared a panicked look before leaping from the car and running toward the school building. August locked the car over his shoulder, hearing it beep twice as he jogged behind his friends.
Killian started speaking frantically as they ran, "Shitshitshit, I cannot be late on the first day of school! My dad will kill me!"
August huffed at Killian. "Your dad? Please! What's he gonna do? Talk you to death? If I'm late my dad is going to lecture me in Italian for fifty fucking hours. I can't handle that again."
Jefferson laughed at August. "That's not even a problem, dude. Maybe if you'd listened, you'd actually be able to speak it by now."
Killian laughed at that, as August tried to trip Jefferson from behind. "Easy for you to say, Mr. I-Never-Get-In-Trouble-'Cause-My-Parents-Let-Me-Do-Whatever-I-Want." The toe of August's boot grazed the back of Jefferson's sneaker, causing Jefferson to falter slightly.
"Hey, no fair, August! Cut it out!" Jefferson whined as he broke into a sprint, leaving August and Killian in the dust.
They made it into the main lobby of the school and set off for their respective homerooms. Killian and Jefferson were headed for the same hallway, but August's homeroom was nearly on the other side of the school.
"Have a nice run, Auggie!" Jefferson called as August sprinted ahead of them. Instead of replying, he held his middle finger up at Jefferson as he turned the corner.
Killian and Jefferson laughed as they approached their homerooms, which where across the hall from each other. When Killian finally got into his homeroom, he threw himself down in his desk, trying desperately to catch his breath. They would definitely be leaving home earlier tomorrow.
When it finally came time for lunch, Killian met Jefferson and August outside of the cafeteria and they walked outside together to eat lunch in the courtyard. They ate and talked about how their days had gone so far, all three glad to say that they'd finally reached the halfway point.
After lunch, the three of them walked to English class together and picked three desks in the back of the room. The rest of the class filed in, filling the open seats and waiting for the teacher to address them.
After a few minutes, a middle-aged man with a cane walked into the classroom, and turned his back to the class so that he could write his name on the board. His handwriting was plain but neat as he drew a line under the name he'd written. Mr. Gold.
"Good afternoon, class. My name," he turned and pointed to the board, "is Mr. Gold, and this is twelfth grade English." He moved to stand in front of his desk, and leaned against it as he spoke. "I live here in town with my wife Belle and our son, Baelfire. I've been teaching for fifteen years, and I hope that you all will enjoy this class as much as I enjoy teaching it." He picked up a stack of papers from his desk and handed them out before returning to his spot.
He opened his mouth to speak again when the door to the classroom opened, and a lithe girl with long blonde hair walked through it, looking for an open desk. She handed Mr. Gold a note and took a desk a few seats over from Killian.
Mr. Gold watched her sit before he spoke again. "How nice of you to join us, Miss..." He squinted at the note, trying to read its message "Swan. Now, before anybody else can interrupt me, the paper I've just handed out is the syllabus for this class. Read it, then take it home and have your parents sign it. I want to have them all back by Wednesday. Now, I'm going to give you all the rest of class to talk amongst yourselves. Just don't get too loud."
Killian turned his head to Jefferson and August. "Hey, who's that?" He motioned his head in the blonde girl's direction.
Jefferson and August shared an incredulous look before August answered him. "Are you serious, Hook? That's Emma Swan. She's been going to school with us forever."
Killian looked at the girl again. She was chatting with two brunettes, one with long hair, the other with a pixie cut. He shrugged and turned back to his friends. "I swear, I've never seen her before."
Jefferson shook his head. "That's because she's not your type. Or, should I say, you're not her type."
Killian raised an eyebrow at his friend and gave him a cocky smirk. "Not her type? Come on, Jeff. Killian Jones is everybody's type."
August cut in next. "Actually, Hook, I'd have to side with Jeff on this one. She's not into guys like you. The whole motorcycle-riding-cigarette-smoking bad boy is probably the opposite of what she'd look for."
"Oh, really now? Well, given enough time, I'm sure any girl could be persuaded."
Jefferson raised an eyebrow. "Really? How much time we talking? Days? Weeks? Months?"
August looked back and forth between his two friends. He could see the gears turning in their heads and knew something bad was about to happen. "Hold on, guys. Where's this headed?"
Killian looked at August. "Well, it sounds as if our dear friend was about to offer me a wager."
August shook his head. "Oh, no. No more wagers between you two. I'm still recovering from the last one."
Jefferson gave August an exasperated look. "Oh, quit bitching, August. You don't even have to be involved this time." He shifted his gaze to his other friend. "Hook, do you really feel confident that you could get Emma to go out with you?"
Killian's eyes narrowed as he answered Jefferson slowly. "Yes, I think that I could."
August interrupted again. "Ask her out? That's all you're gonna make him do? That's way to easy for him, Jeff."
Jefferson considered August's words for a second and spoke up again. "You're right, man. Okay, Hook. I am betting that you couldn't get Emma to go to the prom with you."
Killian gave Jefferson and incredulous look. "The prom? Are you kidding me? That's like... eight months away!"
Jefferson smiled deviously. "Exactly. That's how sure I am that you're going to fail. You can take as many tries as you need to between now and then, but if the prom comes and she's not going with you, then I win."
August looked at them both. "Now that sounds like a worthy bet. What are the stakes?"
Jefferson thought for a moment or two before his eyes lit up. "If I win, I'll just get the satisfaction of knowing that there is at least one sane girl on earth that can resist the so-called charm of Killian Jones."
Killian rolled his eyes. "Okay then... What if I win?"
"What do you want?"
"I don't know Jeff, but I'm sure I'll think of something." Killian turned to look at the girl again.
Emma.
He was gonna have to remember that if he had any chance of winning this thing.
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