"Then she said I had a fantastic figure! Which I can't blame her for saying I do workout a lot but the fact that I could read her mind clearly without having to force it is freaking me out!"

Emma and Mary Margaret sat across from each other on a table in the library after classes. Mary's pencil that was on her chemistry book started to shake from Emma's worried energy.

"Emma I think you should-" The dark haired girl was trying to calm the blonde down.

"No nose bleeds, no headaches. The only thing that I got was a sharp pain in my temple but that was when I was trying to stop reading her mind. Do you think she has powers too? No that's impossible, she could tell if I was reading her mind. I think that's what happens."

The pencil shook aggressively now and started to levitate off of MM's book. Mary swiftly puts the pencil down with her palm and looked around to see if anyone was watching. When no one was Mary interrupted the blonde making sure to use her indoor voice.

"Emma! You need to calm down or you'll have every pencil in this school flying!"

Emma looked at Mary's hand with the pencil and then back to brown eyes. The blonde sighed and slumped in her seat, "I'm sorry. It's just that I'm really freaked out by this and I don't know what to do. I can't just drop the class it's the third week of college and finding another will be hard."

"Maybe she's your soul mate?"

"Seriously? She's my teacher Mary! My soul mate cannot be my professor."

"Okay well I know just as much as you do. I'll try researching some stuff and-"

"Forget it Mary I'm just going to drop out. I don't care if I have to take a class in the summer to graduate. I can't read my teacher's mind the whole time." The blonde cringed, "and we have another problem."

Mary moved in closer, "Okay what is it?"

The blonde took in a deep breath, "I think I like her too. I mean like a lot."

"Oh boy."

"Exactly. I can't. I can't be in her class. I could get her into trouble and make her lose her job."

"Well you could at least turn in your paper tomorrow. Don't leave on bad terms."

"Okay, yeah you're right. I'll turn in my paper and tell her I'm dropping the class. But I need a good excuse."

"Tell her that you can read her mind and think she's hot." Mary winked.

"Yeah that'll go over well."

"I'll see you at the dorm I have to go. I'm going to look online to see if there is anyone else like you. And maybe they know what you're going through."

"Like me? What like there is some group out there where we all talk about our problems and how bad our childhood was? No thank you. There is no one out there like me, MM. They are all probably a bunch of loons who think they have telekinesis because one day they thought they made a plastic bag levitate."

Mary just smiled at Emma and gathered her things, "don't stress Emma."

The next day, Emma swan had her six page paper ready and printed for her Professor. It was going to be difficult to explain that the blonde wasn't going to be going to her class anymore. Mary's idea was blunt and to the point but Regina would think she was either joking, crazy or both. Emma was a little early to her Professor's classroom and could see the older woman carrying a large stack of papers to her desk.

Emma walked up to Regina, "Professor Mills?"

Regina screamed and jumps from the blonde's unexpected voice sending the papers flying and onto the ground.

The blonde quickly dropped her bag and her essay on the floor to help Regina, "I'm so sorry!"

The brunette grinned, "That's 2 for 2 Miss Swan. You never seem to fail to scare me."

Emma gathered as many papers as she could and sat up. The blonde noticed the brunette's tight black dress and gulped a little feeling her lust grow. The student then held out her hand to Regina, "Here let me help you."

The brunette took it graciously feeling the blonde's warm and slightly sweaty hand but that thought went away when she found Emma's arm strength amazing, "Thank you."

Emma smiled and then looked on the ground for her own essay but it was missing. There were no more papers on the ground and she realized one of them must have picked it up, "My paper is gone."

Regina sighed and looked at both of their stacks, "It's probably in this pile. Unless you mean to scare me and let me think your paper is in here as some way to prolong you writing the essay.

"No it's totally there!" The blonde started to rummage through the papers that were in her hands, "See, I'll get it don't you worry."

Why are you so cute?

The blonde thought her teacher had said that out loud, "I'm not sure. I'd like to think it's from my dad's side."

"Excuse me?"

Emma shot her head up realizing that she could read Regina's mind, "Sorry I was talking out loud. I do that sometimes." She stuttered.

"I trust you Miss Swan." Regina grabbed the rest of the papers from Emma and walked over to her desk to set them down.

The blonde picked up her bag, rubbing her neck as she thought about what to say, "There was something else I had to talk to you about besides the essay." Emma took in a deep breath, "I have to drop out of your class."

Regina thought she heard wrong when Emma had told her that, "What? Why?"

The student could tell that the brunette was hurt by that, "Well... It looks like I won't need this credit."

Her Professor dropped her jaw slightly and then quickly gave Emma a stern nod and look, "I see. It's fine Miss Swan you don't have to lie. I know I'm not the most likeable person. You're not the first to come up to me. I've already had fifteen students come up to me saying they are dropping out." Since yesterday there have been students coming up to her notifying Regina they won't be taking the class anymore. Regina knew it was because she was strict and not very likable.

"But I-"

I was hoping you were different.

Emma read her mind, "You know I actually am different Professor. I really can't be in your class. I can't tell you why."

"It's fine Miss Swan."

The blonde wanted to explain but couldn't as she watched Regina walk pass her and out of the classroom. Emma sighed and stuck her hands in her front pockets. It was dangerous to be around Regina and Emma thought this was for the best.

"I really messed things up. I'm pretty sure I'm not graduating this year."

The blonde and Mary were back in their dorms that evening. Mary was cleaning up the kitchen after making dinner and Emma was lying on the couch feeling guilty.

"We are going to figure things out." Mary set down her dish rag and smiled, "Okay I have some good news and some bad news. What do you want first?"

"Alright. Good news first."

"I found you a support group."

Emma sat up on her elbows looking at her friend, "Seriously? There is a support group for people like me?"

Mary fidgets with her fingers nervously, "Well that's where the bad news comes in. It's an Alcohol Anonymous Group."

The blonde almost fell off their couch, "What?"

"I signed you up for tonight."

"What!" Emma got up on her feet walking over to the kitchen where her soon to be ex friend was.

MM puts her hands up in defense, "It sounds really good. I mean people who have troubled pasts or depression drink their feelings."

"I do not drink."

"But you could in the future if things get worse. Come on. You've had a really hard childhood too. It'll be good to talk about your feelings. You won't go to a therapist and so what, you'll have to lie a little about the drinking thing but maybe it'll help you figure out your powers and your problems."

The blonde sighs and runs her fingers through her blonde hair, "An AA meeting."

"It's free! I already signed you up so no backing out. So get dressed."

When the blonde got there dressed in her jeans, tank top and red leather jacket she was already regretting it. They were all getting snacks at a table that had apple juice and some crackers. Emma thought the refreshments were awful and cursed Mary over and over again in her head. The blonde could tell that most of these people were on edge and didn't want to be there. Others were over eager already sitting down waiting for the instructor to arrive. It was 9:05 and the person conducting the meetings was five minutes late. The blonde finally took a seat towards the back and was going to amuse herself by trying to read other peoples mind when the instructor came in. Everyone hurriedly took their seat.

"I'm sorry I'm late I had a school meeting I had to attend to."

Oh no, Emma thought.

"Hello everyone I'm-"

No.

"Miss-"

Emma's eyes widened as her own Professor stared wide eyed as well into her student's. Both of their bodies were stiff and Emma didn't have to read the brunette's mind to know that the teacher did not want her here. The blonde couldn't believe this was really happening.

"Regina Mills. For-" the Professor was trying to keep her composer, "for those who are new."