I crammed way too much in one chapter from the original, so the writing of each chapter takes longer than expected. Sorry about that. But anyways, enjoy.

Emma was already turning around and walking towards the exit of the room when Killian spoke up. 'Emma, I forgot something.' She turned around and walked back to the desk.

'Yes?'

'Do you have any experience with modelling at all?'

'No.' She said quickly.

'Okay that's good to know. Because, no offence, but we can't just have you jump into this without any further knowledge of what to do. I know this book that will probably help you a lot if you'd read it through beforehand.'

She nodded, 'Yeah sure, that'd be nice. Then it will also actually be an assignment too.' She said smiling.

He tilted his head a little. 'What do you mean?'

'Well I need to do some research and read a book, so, you know, it's like class- You know what, never mind.'

He chuckled at her, 'No I get it now, you're right. I will base the grade on how good you studied it, sort of.' They both laughed for a moment and were then left to stare into each other's eyes, until a knock was heard from the door, causing them to both flush and look away.

'Come in!' He called to the person who knocked, 'Emma, if you could wait a moment outside I will come with you to get the book from the library, I assume you don't have a class now?'

She shook her head, 'Nope, I don't. I'll be waiting outside then.' She walked outside and leaned back against the wall across of the door.'

She sighed deeply and ran a hand across her face. What was wrong with her? This was her teacher for Pete's sake, this is not the effect a teacher should have on her. And if she hypothetically would accept and recognise what she was feeling right now, hypothetically speaking, he would never feel the same way about her. It's not like she was a supermodel, round-breasted, gorgeous woman. Well technically she would be a model now.

After five minutes the door opened and Emma quickly stood up, regaining her composure. Killian and a student Emma had never seen before came out talking.

'Okay, so you got to hand it in this Sunday, max! I won't give you extra time, again, okay?' He gave the student a pat on the back to shoo him away. 'Okay, good luck with the essay, see you in class.'

'Ready to go?'

'Yes, let's go.'

While they walked to the library, which was practically on the other side of the campus, they talked about all sorts of things. Emma had learned that Killian was only 27 years old. 'When did you finish college then?' 'To be honest only 2 years ago, I'm pretty much a newbie still, but it doesn't feel like that at all.' Furthermore she'd learned he preferred cats over dogs, but still liked cats. That two paintings of him hung in the local gallery at his hometown. Oh and he had a brother named Liam.

Don't ask her how she got to know that in only the span of 15 minutes, but if she was honest, talking with him seemed to go really easy.

They walk into the library and Killian goes to search the book in the isle while Emma leans against the shelves, all the while they're still making conversation. He crouches down to look at some books on the lowest shelf, he slowly moved to the right, closer to where Emma was standing, until he was right next to her legs.

He stood up and was right in front of her. 'I think I found the book.' He says as he leans forward.

Emma swallows hard as Killian leans so close his nose is almost brushing hers, which caused a blush to creep up her face. He was so close. He reaches behind her and grabs a book. 'Got it.' He states softly, voice gravelly.

'What-?' She murmured as he retreated himself with a smirk on his face. The son of bitch was very aware of what he did. 'Jerk.' She muttered under her breath.

'What did you say right there? I couldn't quite catch that?' He said while still smirking down at her.

'I said you're a jerk.'

'Now I do believe it's inappropriate to talk in such away about your superiors.' He said lowly.

'Well do remind me when I'm in the presence of one.' She whispered back at him.

He snorted at her. 'Smartass.'

'Now Mr. Jones, I do believe it inappropriate to talk to your minors like that.'

'Hardy-har-har. Come on let's check the book out so you can go home.'

Now it was her turn to smirk at him, 'You want to get rid of me already?'

'You know what I mean Swan.' She smiled to herself, for some reason she liked that he called her Swan. It was just her last name, but he made it sound different, she couldn't put her finger on in what way it was different, it was just different. Good different.

She blushed at him and pushed herself away from the shelve, Killian taking a step to the side to avoid being bumped into by Emma. He looked as she walked away, when she turned and he pretended to be studying the book in his hand. When she started walking away he looked up again and studied her back.

He twisted the book in his hand, 'Bloody minx.'