Note: I don't know why, but I listened to a lot of Adele while writing this chapter. Seemed fitting? Maybe? In the future I would expect at least one update a week. Maybe sometimes two. But no more than that. I do now I have a clear set plan for this fic and have it set to be about 30 chapters long. 31 including the epilogue. I want to once again thank Haleigh, onceuponajollyroger for being my beta. She is amazing! I couldn't have done this without her. Thank you to all for your follows and reviews and wanted to address one in particular…
Laia (who signed in as a guest): I don't know who you are but I just want to give you the world's biggest hug. You seriously are the sweetest person on earth. It is defiantly like the beginning of Gossip Girl, which I was a very big fan of. I think the only thing I drew from it was boy from humble beginnings (in this case squalor) falls for a rich girl who he's been pinning over for a very long time. And of course both female characters were gone and returned. Emma has a completely different set of problems. I'm hoping this story won't be that predictable. These characters will most defiantly be experiencing similar problems and emotions that Killian and Emma do in the show. That doesn't change much. Maybe in different ways but the same type of heartbreak. Comparing my fic to other amazing AU's in this fandom is like comparing steak to chicken nuggets. There's absolutely no comparison. There are some amazing fics out there I would be happy to be just half as good as them. I really hope I don't disappoint!
Count' AN: This chapter ventures into some rated M territory with a certain conversation between two people be prepared. And there will be stronger rated M content in later chapters. So this fic's rating is now changed to M for the long run. Thank you for enduring my crazy long author's note. Thank you all for commenting, reviewing, favoriting and following this fic! Please enjoy the next chapter!
Live Wire
Chapter Two
He couldn't go one year. One measly year! He had been so close to tasting his freedom just to have it ripped away from him. They hadn't assigned partners in class since his freshman year. He had considered himself safe based on that fact alone. He was wrong. Dead wrong. This wasn't a very new-age school he attended. It was a very old-school, by the book. Apparently their newest history teacher hadn't received the memo. He thought he had been in the clear when she had left school unannounced, never to return. She was the one wrench in his plan to draw as little attention to himself as possible. Emma Swan's personality was that of a magnet. She attracted everyone in sight, including him. He had four classes with Emma in the past. Freshman English, Chemistry in grade 10, and both freshman and sophomore lunch periods. Their paths had crossed many times. Neither spoke a word to each other. Killian was in no way a shy or introverted person. Killian was very descent looking in his own opinion. Blue eyes like the sea, a dark mop of unruly hair on top of his head, a fairly fit physique, a light dusting of stubble around his chin, and an accent he tried very hard to hide as not to draw attention to himself. Even in past group assignments he would try to say as little as humanly possible. A lot of it had to do with social class. The people he was surrounded by were carbon copies of their social climbing parents who had no desire for their children to associate with people on the "wrong side of the tracks". How cliché. Killian kept to himself to avoid distraction. His future was obtainable, but unlike his peers he had to work hard at it. He couldn't afford any distractions. That included women. The ultimate distraction. Emma Swan had haunted his dreams. He had always pined for her from afar. Emma Swan had the ability to command a room with her presence. The whole place would light up in glory of her. At times the mere sight of her would cause his mouth to go dry instantly. The current situation he found himself in was no exception. He was completely enamored with Emma Swan. She could do no wrong in his eyes. The world revolved around her and her long, golden locks. Locks he wished to run his fingers through just to see how they felt underneath his finger-tips. His reverie was broken by the sound of the teacher's voice.
"I'm passing out questionnaires. You are to fill them out with your partner's answers. Consider it a get-to-know-you exercise. You guys will be spending a lot of time together over the next year," he cautioned before counting the number of papers he needed for each row and handed them to the people in the first row who then passed them backwards. When the small stack of papers reached the person in front of him the paper was thrown rather then carefully delivered into his hand.
"Bugger," he cursed under his breath bending over as far as his body would allow to retrieve the fallen paper. It was as he was reaching that his hand met a smaller, warmer, softer hand. Killian looked up to meet the eyes of Emma Swan. Blue eyes sinking into her beautiful green ones, a blush forming on his cheeks.
"I've got it," he snapped tugging the paper from her grasp and setting it on top of his newly cleared desk. Emma leaned back into her desk, her arms up in a gesture of surrender. Smooth Jones. Real smooth. Emma leaned over to face him, her head resting on her propped up arm.
"What's your name handsome?" She asked in sultry voice that sent shivers up his spine. Killian found himself looking around the room for any other possible person she could be addressing than him, but came up short. There was no doubt, she was talking to him. He gestured to himself, a questioning look on his face.
"Yes. You," she confirmed with a gentle laugh.
"Killian. Killian Jones." He licked his dry lips before answering.
"Cute." She breathed, lightly shaking her head as if she couldn't get over his stupidity, a playful smirk on her red-painted lips. Killian wanted more than anything for a hole to immerge from underneath and swallow him whole. Pathetic. He was so pathetic. What was it about this girl that made him turn into an inarticulate, socially awkward pansy?
"I've never seen you around school before. Are you new?"
"No," he growled lowly, his fingers tightened on the side of his desk trying to fight back against his baser instincts. Under the radar, he reminded himself. His instincts won out.
"I sat behind you in Freshman English," he chided causing a perfect o to form on her lips.
"How is it that I can't remember? I definitely would have remembered you," she teased. Was she flirting with him?! Killian was beside himself with confusion. The last time this had occurred had been in one of his sexual fantasies. Please don't be a dream, he begged his subconscious.
"Let's just get through this assignment," he suggested trying to ease the blush on his cheeks.
"Whatever you say," she breathed focusing her attention back to the questionnaire in front of her.
"Question one. Favorite sexual position. Wow. That Mr. Mendell is a kinky one," she joked.
"It is not!" Killian protested obviously flustered by her blunt speech. Killian looked down at his paper and read: Question one. What's your favorite subject in school? Killian breathed a long sigh of relief and sank back into his chair.
"You are so gullible. I find that incredibly sexy," she confessed throwing him a saucy smile. Killian Jones nearly choked on his own spit. Was she coming on to him?!
"I find these questions relatively boring. Do you mind if we changed them up? I don't see how we are supposed to get-to-know someone if these questions are going to put me to sleep before you answer," she explained in a long sigh, fingering the edges of the offending paper.
"Go ahead. Knock yourself out. I don't think we are being graded on this," Killian shrugged before turning his paper over to the blank side and leaning back, covering his face with his hands.
"Chill! Life's not about being graded. Life is about having fun. Don't you ever just have fun?" Emma questioned, not waiting for an answer, her jaw dropped in a show of over-theatricality.
"We are going to get you out of your shell. Life's too short to play by the rules," she declared. Killian's hands slid down his face to make eye-contact with Emma, a hopeful smile on her face. Killian groaned in protest. He honestly didn't know what to make of any of this. The girl of his dreams is begging him to throw caution to the wind and have fun with her. What does he even say to that?
"Give me your paper," she demanded holding out her hand.
"Come on," she egged on.
"Come on. Trust me," she smiled her convincing smile. Killian relinquished his paper into the palm of her hand, which he immediately watched her crush in her delicate, perfectly manicured hand and throw it to the floor. Emma beckoned him closer with the twist of her finger, and Killian obliged unquestioningly.
"On my count, we are going to make a run for it. Are you ready?" She revealed causing him to take a sharp intake of breath.
"Wait… what?" He managed to ask, her calculating stare ahead taking her attention away from him. Killian followed her gaze up towards the front of the classroom. She watched as the teacher turned abruptly his attention clearly on something more pressing.
"1…"
"Wait…"
"2…"
"What if we-"
"3…"
"Emma please-"
"Go!" Emma jumped from her seat taking her book bag with her and made her way around the back of the classroom and out the door. Emma paused at the door when she realized she was alone and stomped her foot like a deranged primary schooler used to getting exactly what she wanted.
"Come on!" She mouthed to him continuing to stomp her heel and gestured to him in a forward motion with her hand. Killian stared back ahead and then back to Emma, shaking his head.
"Pussy!" She mocked him silently cupping her hands around her mouth in challenge. It didn't look like he had an awful lot of time to make a choice. Let alone the right choice. He just knew he was going to regret this later.
"Bloody hell," he cursed grabbing his bag, slinging it around his chest, and making a calculated run to the door.
"Come on," she let out a carefree laugh and grabbed him by the hand, dragging him down the empty hallway. This was the last thing he thought would happen when he woke up for school that morning. He had no idea what had gotten into him. This was his last year. They were gaining speed down the corridor trying to make it out of the building as fast as possible so as to not get caught. Once they reached the edge of school grounds he found a limo parked. Emma stopped outside it and knocked on the driver's window, which rolled down at her request.
"Rauel, we are going to walk," she told her driver, her hand still clasped tightly around his.
"Yes. Miss Swan." Her driver nodded once and then rolled the window back up.
"Are you hungry? What do you say to some breakfast?" She asked Killian, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, blown out by the wind.
"Sure. Why not?" He agreed, excitement absent from his tone.
"This way." She abruptly grabbed his tie from his blazer and tugged pulling him closer to her, so close that their foreheads almost touched. Killian's breath caught in his throat. This girl was a live wire. And she was going to be the death of him.
KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE
"Thanks for the yogurt," Killian slurred in his Irish accent. Emma grinned brightly stirring her own yogurt.
"Your accent is very sexy," she purred licking some yogurt off her spoon in a suggestive manner. Killian choked on a spoonful of his own yogurt, coughing.
"Easy there tiger. Do you not know how to take a compliment?" She teased, laughing quietly at his expense.
"Most people don't associate me with the word sexy quite as often as you do," he countered patting himself on the back for the quick response.
"Is that so?"
He nodded at her question before sticking his spoon back into his yogurt searching for another bite.
"You know, you never answered my question," she reminded him causing one of his dark eyebrows to shoot up in question.
"Yeah. Your favorite sexual position," she said casually causing him to choke again on a spoon full of yogurt.
"Jesus! Warn a guy next time!" He chastised pushing away his yogurt cup with a fourth of its contents still remaining. Best not to chance it. She laughed again. He was addicted to her laugh. Her happiness was contagious. He smiled joining in on her laughter.
"So what is it?" She inquired again, stronger this time.
"Wouldn't you like to know…" He grinned, thoroughly amused with her tenacity.
"I would. That's why I asked you," she pressed the subject staying as cool as a cucumber. Killian was at a loss for words at that point. Sexual sobriety was a common side effect of having absolutely no social life, and he was finding it very difficult to back down from her determined gaze. She was going to get it out of him one way or another. Killian took a shot in the dark and did the one thing he could do in this situation. Lie.
"Missionary," he supplied waiting for her reaction. Now it was Emma's turn to choke on her yogurt.
"Oh my god! You're a virgin?!" She gasped, not believing her own words. Killian's eyes went wide. Was it that obvious? Did he have the word virgin tattooed in invisible ink across his forehead? Did she have some special virgin detector?
"Impossible! How on earth are you still a virgin?!" She shook her head repeatedly trying to grasp the concept that the handsome man sitting across from her was indeed still a virgin.
"Gay?"
"No!" He nearly shouted shooting that suggestion down right away. The act causing a few people to glance in their direction whilst walking on the busy city streets.
"Wait…" She leaned in closer to him.
"You're not weirdly religious or anything are you?" She kept her voice low. Religion was a sensitive subject after all, to most people anyway. She did have manners. She wasn't that uncivilized.
"No!" He shrieked.
"By choice?" She prodded him for confirmation.
"The red-blooded male part of me would require me to answer. No," he spoke finally. Trying to lay the subject to rest.
"Good." She leaned back into the metal chair a saucy smirk on her lips.
"Wow…" She sighed.
"What?" He asked annoyed at her antics.
"Oh nothing…" She replied in a sing-song voice.
"I can't believe there is still a virgin on the island of Manhattan." She snorted.
"Hey!" He defended.
"It's nothing personal…or maybe it is…" She burst out laughing again.
"I don't know why you find the idea of my celibacy so amusing…" He rolled his eyes.
"You never told me yours," he reprimanded.
"Huh?"
"Your favorite sexual position." He grinned like a mad man.
"You couldn't handle it." She crossed her arms over her chest in a perplexing manner. He was completely lost in all of her. Her entire being gave him purpose as he pressed on.
"Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it." He quirked in eyebrow in challenge. Emma licked her lips before leaning across the small expanse of the table and pushing her lips against his ear.
"Reverse cow-girl," she whispered, not phased at all. It was as if she was reading off a grocery list or a name in the phone book.
Oh yeah. Complete live wire. And he couldn't get enough.
AN: I really hope you enjoyed the chapter. I would expect the next update to come sometime this weekend. It's already written and is currently being beta'd. I'm really trying to stay ahead of the game in writing these chapters so I don't fall into a funk and leave you guys without updates for weeks on end. This benefits you all in the long wrong. Next chapter you can expect some more Killian. I will also be introducing some new characters that I'm super excited about. Again, I love to hear feedback but it's not necessary. Thank you for reading!