A week later, she worked through her last shift at Granny's, the diner was busy so she managed to keep her mind off of Killian. Storybrooke University had accepted her for Criminology and she had found a place on campus to rent with Ruby. She was ready to forget. At least, that's what she kept telling herself. She finished wiping down the tables and gave Granny a hug, thanking her for everything. Then, she went out back to change. She slipped out of her apron and changed into jeans, a white jumper, black boots and her favourite red leather jacket. Slinging her bag over her shoulder she headed to the parking lot where she knew Graham would be waiting for her.

"Em, you know you don't have to come tonight, right?" He asked, as she opened the door and slid into the seat.

"I'm fine. I want to." She said truthfully, chucking her bag onto the back seat.

They were silent the rest of the drive. The parking lot was full, so Graham pulled on to the street, parking a little way down and they walked in. As they approached the open gate to the football field, Emma stopped.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I just have to do something. I'll catch you up." She said. Turning on her heel, she headed to the front entrance and took the stairs down to the locker rooms. Walking through the corridor, she thought about what she would say to him. She knew the room would be full with the team getting ready for the game. Her heart rate increased as she reached for the door handle, not from apprehension but with anger. Anger she was going to rid herself of in about 30 seconds. She turned the handle, walking briskly past the lockers and aisles, glancing down each one in search of him. A chorus of gasps and wolf-whistles came from the guys as they shouted warnings to eachother that there was a 'chick at 2 o'clock' she had never understood the male language. She made her way to the end of the room where she found him with Rob and Jeff. He was facing away from her and she stood directly next to him. His sheep's mouths hung open as she approached and they nodded to her since they apparently couldn't speak. He turned his head and stood with an alarmed expression on his face.

"Emma? Listen…" He began, but she interrupted before he could speak.

"No you listen. All this drama has just confirmed exactly what I thought when you turned up to meet me at Homecoming. You're an arrogant, selfish jackass who can't stand up to his own Dad! But you know what you're not even worth the energy it takes for me to cry or scream or whatever the hell else you're supposed to do when you get your heart broken. All I have to say to you is that you really hurt me, I was the one who was humiliated in front of everybody and yet somehow I'm the one coming to find you to sort it." She was ranting but she needed to get everything out.

"Bro, 5 minutes!" One of the lads shouted from across the room.

"I'm coming!" He shouted back, clearly frustrated and upset.

"You know what, I've got to go but there's one last thing I want to say." She took a step closer to him until she was inches away from his face. "Waiting for you is like waiting for the rain in this drought… Useless and disappointing." She said bluntly. Turning on her heel and strolling out of the locker room. Once the door had closed, she let out a sigh and took a minute to compose herself then began walking down the corridor to the exit. Then, a familiar figure came around the corner.

"Graham? Why aren't you outside?" She asked.

"Ruby text me, I thought you could use a friend. Come here." He said exasperatedly. He pulled her in for a hug and she smiled, thankful to have him around.

"You know what I could really do with…" She started.

"Hot fudge sundae with Cinnamon?" He finished.

"Yeah." She saw the disappointed look on Graham's face. "But after the game!" She said.

"Really? Are you sure?" He asked, attempting to hide the joy in his voice.

"Yeah, come on." She said, linking their arms and dragging him to the doors.

They reached some empty seats in the stands just as the sound of the commentator's voice came over the loud speakers.

"Ladies and Gentlemen give it up for our very own Pillaging Pirates!" The team broke through the large banner held by the mascots, the Pirate and the opposition's mascot, running towards midfield and removing their helmets to warm up as the cheerleaders began their usual routine to the music they were now playing.

She caught sight of Killian, he looked distracted and upset, and she felt a little guilty for doing what she did right before the big game but at least she seemed to have gotten through to him. Graham was talking to someone next to him and she looked around the stands to see if any of her friends were there but there was no sign of anyone. She looked back to the field and froze when she saw Killian watching her. Then, he looked back to Rob and began practicing again.

"Okay people, this is it. It's time for the big game." The commentator spoke again as the cheerleaders cleared off the field and the teams replaced their helmets and lined up. She watched as Killian turned her way one more time before the whistle blew.

11 seconds was left on the clock in the 4th period and the score was 17-13 in the visitors favour. The team was clearly tired but the crowd was fully energised. Everyone stood to cheer the team on as they lined up for each team to talk tactics. The cheerleaders lined up along the front of the stand and started a chant which Emma couldn't quite make out until the crowd joined in and she felt the air thicken and her heart rate speed up.

"Killian! Killian! Killian!" The entire crowd was chanting now, except for her and Graham who looked at her with sympathy in his eyes. She wasn't so sure she could do this anymore.

The crowd was getting louder and louder. She was finding it more and more difficult to breathe. She looked back to the field and searched for him. He was still kneeling in front of the team only he was looking at her now instead of at the boys. She caught Regina turning to look at her too, clearly confused and jealous as to why her ex was staring at Emma instead of focussing on the game.

"Graham, I thought I could do this but I really can't, I'm gonna go." She said, the look on his face told her everything she needed to know. He always understood.

"You know what, I'll tell you how it ends." He said, smiling at her. She returned his grin and began to make her way down the row to the stairs at the other end.

He knelt down in front of his teammates, ready to give them the tactics to bring this game home for them. He had been distracted the whole game, constantly thinking about what Emma had said in the locker room. How could he have been so stupid? He couldn't even stand up to his father to go to university and do what he really wanted. He looked back up to the stands to where she had been sitting. Only she wasn't there. He straightened his back to search the crowd properly, finding her walking towards the stairs at the end of her row. She was leaving. This was it. This was his one and only chance. He turned back to his team who looked confused.

"Sorry boys." With that, he stood and took off his helmet running towards the stands. The crowd, cheerleaders and coaches were all shouting at him. He reached the edge of the pitch when a large hand wrapped around his arm.

"Woah, woah, woah! What the hell are you doing? You're throwing away your dream!" His father shouted.

"No Dad, I'm throwing away yours." He said bluntly. He moved over to where Booth sat on the bench. "You're in. Bring them home." He said, smacking Booth's shoulder pad. He smiled and nodded, then running onto the pitch. Killian started moving again, making his way to the bottom of the stands and the steps. He heard his Dad and Regina shouting for him but he ignored them, there was only one voice he wanted to hear. He stopped when he reached the bottom of the stairs, she was just approaching and he smiled when he saw her. She reached the end of the aisle and turned to descend the stairs, freezing when she saw him. He took the stairs two at a time until he reached her.

"Killian? What are you doing?" She asked.

"Something I should have done a long time ago." He said, smiling. Her mouth fell open slightly and she smiled back. "Come here." He pulled her towards him, placed his hand at the back of her neck and crashed their lips together. She responded automatically, wrapping her arms around his head and savouring the moment. The grounds had gone pretty much quiet until the whistle blew and the commentator announce that the Pirates had won the game. Just then, he felt a small drop on his cheek, he pulled his lips from hers and looked up. It was raining. They both smiled and looked around to see the crowd and team grabbing for anything to cover themselves from the downpour that had literally come out of nowhere.

"Sorry I waited for the rain." He said, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"It's okay." She said simply before kissing him again. He wrapped his arms around her body and lifted her up slightly. They didn't break away from eachother until the crowd started bustling out of the stand when they ran inside, laughing the whole way to the locker room where they left eachother so that Killian could change. Graham found her in the corridor, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning.

"You gotta love high school." He said, smugly to her.

"Shut up." She smacked him playfully.

She had found her Prince. And they lived happily ever after.