A/N: Hello! I know they're always fighting, but I just love the fights they get into. Thanks to those of you who have reviewed and don't hesitate to continue!
Mary Margret asked Emma to help her carry a stack of donated books into her classroom from her car. Although the pixie knew it would take a few trips, Emma insisted she could carry her half in one shot.
She was making progress, already at the entrance of the school building, when she heard the clicking of heels on tile through the door. Emma, with her hands full, waited for the woman to make her exit and either knock her down or hold the door open for her.
This is what the past week has been like for Emma. The mayor never mentioned her now healed eye, and whenever she tried to, Regina simply cut her off. She was always sure to be kind towards the sheriff in public, but when they had a moment alone Regina would play a game of heads or tails.
Emma would either be treated with sickly sweet kindness or end up with hot coffee in her lap- hot coffee that Regina swears was an accident and she will pay for the cleaning bill.
It was driving Emma up the wall and on the brink of insanity.
Regina loved it.
The hinges squeaked as the heavy door opened.
"Oh, let me hold the door for you, dear."
Okay, good. Emma thought. Nice Regina today. As she said she would, the mayor stepped to the side and allowed her to pass the threshold. But just as Emma thought she was clear- her foot caught on something dark and polished. Before she could check what it was, she lost her balance and tumbled to the ground without any hope of keeping the books upright. With both the blonde and her books sprawled out on the floor, Regina smirked and her golden eyes seemed to grow darker.
Crouching over her, she almost spat at Emma. "Miss Swan, I'm surprised you even made it to the door like that. Must have been one of the highest achievements of your day-" But as if thinking this over, she added "no, I would say week. Your feat is defiantly a highpoint of your week."
Her voice was cold and cruel, yet provoking Emma to react. Still recovering from her fall and most likely bruised hip, all she could do was stare back at the woman cowering over her.
"Such a shame about my new shoes, I just received them yesterday in the mail, and it seems they've already been scuffed…" Regina mentioned offhandedly while she slowly attempted to polish it with the base of her manicured thumb.
A blush rose to Emma's neck and cheeks as she absorbed what just happened, what Regina just did to her. Inhaling deeply, with her eyebrows narrowing, Emma searched for something to say but before she could tell Regina exactly where she should put her scuffed heel Mary Margret approached.
"Oh my! Emma, what happened? And… Oh. Mayor Mills, hello."
Regina wore a politician's smile as she watched the school teacher take a step back. "Hello Miss Blanchard. You didn't see? Our sheriff here was struggling with a large amount of those books, but when I offered my aide she refused." Regina sighed as if the weight of the world had fallen to her. But when Emma made a noise in protest of her tale, she continued.
"Emma stated that I was vile and needed to remain as far away from her as possible-", this caused a gasp from Mary Margret and Emma to grow even more perplexed, "you must understand my actions, dear. I was only trying to help the girl when she attempted to force those books on me then lost her balance-"
Emma was tired of hearing this synthetic story and the disappointed look on her roommates face.
"None of that is true! Mary Margret, she tripped me and I fell!" But only after the words left her lips did she realize just how immature that statement was. Before Regina could come to her own defense, Mary Margret did in the form of a snort. "So," she asked Emma, "our mayor just decided to trip you? What was she waiting for you?"
Emma let out a grunt and decided to stand up, "No! She offered to hold the door for me and-"
"And I offered my help, Miss Swan, she already knows this story. Now I think I shall do as you asked of me and stay as far away from you as possible."
This time it was Emma's turn to snort. "Oh quit it Regina, we both know this is just a game."
"As if I have time for your games, Miss Swan. I am quite busy running a town. Now if you'll excuse me-"
Regina attempted to step over Emma and make her way over the books and out the door, but slender fingers wrapped around her ankle, preventing her from staying upright. The mayor gasped as she made impact with the pavement and Emma only realized what she had done at the sound of a dull thud paired with the tearing of her stockings.
"Regina!" Mary Margaret knelt by her side but remained frozen as she contemplated whether or not to touch the fallen woman.
She moved to stand just as Emma rushed over, "Shit, I'm so sorry-" she placed a hand under her arm to help her up, but was rejected with a backhanded slap.
"Oh, I bet you are Miss Swan."
Mary Margaret remained frozen, and uncertain of what to do, she remained silent. Regina, once back on her two heeled feet, threw a fierce glare at Emma, and quickly made her way to her vehicle. It was almost identical to the exit she made after the diner incident.
Mary Margaret swatted Emma's arm. "Well what was that about! I can't believe you!"
Emma scoffed, "What? She tripped me! I know this sounds weird but she has been planning little things and messing me up all the time- on Tuesday she spilled coffee on me then she hid my jacket I know I left it on the chair and next thing I know it's on my desk and let me tell you about when she put salt in my cocoa, three times, and she walked by me and I heard something then later I noticed a piece of my hair is uneven, see? Look at this!" Emma demanded, gesturing to a lock of hair which was shorter than her other curls.
Her roommate simply stood with her jaw hanging open at the list of crimes Emma thought the mayor was guilty of. "And she also stole all of my left socks-"
"Stop! Emma, slow down. Did you see her do any of this? How do you know this isn't just your imagina.. wait, left socks?"
"Yes! I know she broke in and she took half of my sock drawer and I think she sabotaged the sink because-"
Mary Margaret couldn't handle this anymore. "Emma. I'm going to pick up these books now, and you're going to help me. And we aren't going to talk about the mayor anymore, alright?"
"I- I just need you to understand." But Emma had grown quite tired as she sighed and realized she couldn't win this battle. She agreed as they began restacking the books and transporting them to the classroom.
Regina smiled from her inside her car that was parked nearby.