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A/N: Hey everyone... I know I said I'd post this one like three weeks ago but something came up. I'll try to keep it short but to explain, what happened is that I had a really bad reaction to some painkillers my doctor prescribed me... I couldn't even stare at my computer screen without everything turning and was always sleeping. Anyways, I'm really sorry I couldn't update, you have no idea how bad I feel because of it but the good news is that I'm back now, got new pills that are working a lot better and I can now resume my writing. This chapter is a bit longer than the last ones and I can tell you that things are finally starting to get interesting. Also, there is more info on the other characters like David, Kathryn, MM and Graham coming up in the next few chapters. Again, I'm truly sorry and if something like this happens again, check my Tumblr blog which is where I will keep you updated on what is going on and maybe even start posting sneak peeks of Dangerous Attraction.

As always, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the update,

StolenDance -xox-

Dangerous Attraction

Chapter 4

"Em come on, wake up!" said a far away, faded voice. No Emma, don't wake up, said Emma's sub-conscious.

"Move MM, I'll wake her up" heard Emma in the far away, still unable to fully understand what was going on. Her brain was slow at catching up as she was fighting to stay asleep. She felt a cold hand hit her cheek and she jumped out of bed.

"What the hell was that?" said Emma as she rubbed her cheek which burned like crazy.

"I couldn't get you to wake up so Ruby kinda slapped you in the face to wake you up…" said Mary Margaret with a truly sorry expression on her face.

"Sorry, not sorry Em. You really wouldn't wake up so I figured I'd just give you a little slap but guess my hand might've slipped," shrugged Ruby as if it was a totally normal way to wake someone up.

"What a way to wake up someone, really thanks Rubes. But what the hell am I even doing in your room?" asked Emma, still not completely awake.

"You don't remember?" asked both Mary Margaret and Ruby, shocked that Emma would forget the events of the night before. They hadn't heard the whole story since it was late and they were all tired but what they heard was enough to give them goose bumps. They felt sorry for Emma but boy were they happy to be rooming together.

Everything from the night before came flashing back in the blonde's head. Everything from her falling asleep doing her homework to her being woken up by the door slamming and Regina making out with whoever the guy was in their room with Emma right next to them.

"Oh gosh so it wasn't a dream?" inquired Emma, falling back on the bed, still hoping that she had dreamt it. After all, it seemed so nightmarish that it wouldn't have surprised her if it truly had just been a very bad dream.

"I'm afraid not and you seemed pretty pissed off last night," answered Ruby, feeling sorry for her friend but definitely not surprised. She had roomed with Regina for a while and the things the cheerleader had done, one would rather want to forget. Furthermore, Ruby had to be honest with herself and admit that Emma was quite the easy target but Ruby would never tell this fact to Emma, Regina already accomplishing the task too well.

Emma thought back to what had happened on the previous night. Following Regina's drunken arrival, the blonde had left the room completely out of herself. Who in their right mind brought back boys in a shared room knowing that their roommate would be in the room? Emma had gone to Mary Margaret's and Ruby's room, hoping that they wouldn't mind the late night intrusion. Luckily for her, they hadn't gone to bed yet. They welcomed her with opened arms after Emma had quickly summarized the story. They tried to calm her down, even sharing part of their late night snack with her before heading to bed. Mary Margaret insisted that the blonde sleep in her bed, even though Emma was ready to settle for the floor; after all, she was the one who wasn't in her room.

She was sad to admit it but the previous night in the girls' room had allowed Emma more sleep than all the other nights in her own room put together. She was very well ready to take her revenge on the brunette but she was also hoping that this little game would not last because she had no idea how she was going to survive a whole school year with sleep deprivation, the exams already accomplishing the job.

"Em you can't let her ruin your life like this, it's not right" said Mary Margaret, snapping Emma out of her reflection.

"I didn't think it was possible but she's actually giving you a harder time than she gave me, you must've really pissed her off," said Ruby, quite amazed at her new friend.

"The worst part is that I really didn't do anything except try to have a decent college life with a very-hard-to-live-with roommate," sighed Emma, debating what her next step should be.

"Why don't you try talking with Mr. Gold again? Surely he can do something about it because the situation is really starting to get out of hands," offered Mary Margaret who hated to see her best friend in such a gloomy mood.

Emma thought it through and decided to give it another try with Mr. Gold. Maybe she had just caught him in a bad mood. After all, everybody has their days, right? She decided on dropping by his office during her lunchtime. There would most likely be nobody there since most normal people spent their lunchtime eating with friends but not anybody had a roommate like her either.

Mary Margaret interrupted her chain of thoughts again, "I don't mean to be bossy or anything Em but you should probably go if you don't want to be late… In fact, we all should start to get ready because classes start in about thirty minutes."

Crap thought Emma. She was about to be late for her class and she still had to go back to her room to grab her books. Hopefully, the room would be empty and she would get there on time. She swore to herself that Regina's little games would not be the cause of her lateness; they had caused enough trouble for the day already. Emma bid her goodbyes to her friends before quickly exiting their room and running to her own.

When Emma got to the 108, the room was thankfully empty. She quickly changed into fresh clothes, grabbed her bag and books, and left for her morning class that started in five minutes. She opted for the nighttime shower once again, hoping that she would be alone when she would come back too.

During lunchtime, Emma remembered to stop by Mr. Gold's office as planned, hoping that he would be able to do something about her misfortune.

As soon as her class was over, she headed quickly to her dorm building and walked down the long hallway that led to the coordinator's office. Her heart was thumping in her chest, too similar to her first visit for her liking. Emma had a bad feeling about this; she was almost certain that she was coming here for nothing but she really needed to find an alternative to her situation, so she stopped in front of the imposing wooden door that read COORDINATOR'S OFFICE again.

She quietly entered Mr. Gold's office. He was busy talking with a young brunette, a bit older than Emma, wearing a blue lacy dress. She spoke with a heavy Australian accent and seemed pretty fond of the man. Therefore, Emma took a seat in the waiting room beside Mr. Gold's office, waiting for him to finish and hoping it wouldn't take too long so that she could have some time left to grab a bite before heading to her afternoon class.

About twenty minutes of business discussion and, if Emma wasn't mistaking, a bit of flirting from both parties later, both Mr. Gold and the mysterious brunette came out of his office. They both seemed very pleased with each other and before it went too far, Emma decided it was time to make her presence known. She was in no mood to witness her already creepy coordinator making a very poor attempt at charming a girl that looked half his age.

She got out of her chair, still hoping the conversation would not have the same result as the last one, when Mr. Gold finally noticed her.

"Miss Swan, how lovely to see you here. Were you waiting for me?" said Mr. Gold as he was leading the girl in the waiting room with his hand on her back. "I don't believe that you have ever met Ms. French."

"Not that I recall," answered Emma. "Hi, I'm Emma Swan, nice to meet you."

"Belle French, it's nice to meet you too. I'm actually the new librarian here starting this semester," answered the brunette with a genuine smile on her face.

"Ms. Swan here is one of the best students of the school so I'm sure that you two will get along just fine. Now Belle, you really should get going because you have a lot of work to do with the library. I'll be sure to check in on you later in the afternoon," concluded Mr. Gold, dismissing the young librarian.

"Yes, I believe that you are quite right mate. Goodbye Emma, I hope that I will see you around," said Belle as she exited into the long and crowded hallway.

Now Ms. Swan, please come in," said Mr. Gold, watching the librarian walk out of sight.

Emma grabbed her backpack and took a place in the chair that Mr. Gold was pointing to in front of his desk.

"So, Ms. Swan, what brings you here on this lovely day?"

"I know you told me that there wasn't any room left, but I really can't stay in a room with Regina," Emma blurted out.

She had been meaning to just let the conversation lead to where she wanted it to go, which meant eventually bringing out the subject again but for some unknown reason, she had not been able to hold that thought. Something about the man gave her the chills. He was sneaky and mysterious and seemed to only give attention to what could serve him later on.

"Well I don't know where you want me to put you, dearie. There's no spare room," he answered with an indifferent expression on his face.

"I've been getting kicked out of my room every other day, is that normal?" returned Emma. Sure, she had spilled the reason of her visit a bit fast but there was no way that she was getting out of here without a decent fight.

"Oh dear. Oh dearie, dearie, dear, what have you done to get kicked out?" he said, faking being shocked.

"Nothing," tried to say Emma but Mr. Gold continued.

"Wait, let me guess, you stole one of your roommate's beauty products? You took too much space in the closet? Oh no, you took a too long shower and you left no hot water for your roommate? I get that one often," he said seemingly enjoying his little joker time.

"No," said Emma, offended that he would think that she did something. "I'm not the…" started saying Emma before getting interrupted again.

"Oh, I know, you stole her boyfriend. Now this is not a very nice thing to do," he said, more mocking than anything else.

"Gosh, I didn't do anything!" yelled Emma. "What is wrong with you people? I'm not the problem here, Regina is. She kicks me out because she wants some alone time with her stupid clique or she wants to have a little alone time with some guy who she doesn't even know the name at 2 in the morning," said Emma, completely exasperated.

"Well this is somewhat normal, Ms. Swan. Ms. Mills seems to be quite the popular person so I would be surprised if she did not hang out with anyone," he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

At this moment, Emma was mentally cursing at herself for even considering the option to drop by Mr. Gold's office. It was clearly a bad idea because nothing that Emma could say would leave the man speechless and any more willing to help her. She was starting to think that she would have more chance to get Regina to understand her point than this annoying man. And you know what? Maybe I actually do… thought Emma for a moment. She had been meaning to have that talk with Regina ever since the bed incident and never really had gotten down to it. She had never tried to actually be nice with the brunette, she had always been on the offensive and maybe, just maybe, that just was not the way to go. Emma at least owed it to herself to give Regina a chance to change if the blonde asked politely. After all, her behavior could not continue this way; it was absurd and would eventually catch up to her.

Emma decided against wasting her time in Gold's office. She got up and grabbed her stuff. She was one foot out the door before she turned around and said: "Never mind Mr. Gold, thank you for your time but I think I'll handle it from here."

The man did not even seemed surprised to see the blonde exit so fast; he smiled mischievously and returned to whatever paperwork was waiting for him on his desk.

Emma walked down the long hallway for what seemed like the thousandth time today. She wasn't sure if Regina would be in the room, let alone if she would be alone. Emma was slowly getting used to the surprises, however bad they were, that always seemed to pop up when the brunette was around. It had only been one week since they had moved into their new room but it seemed like a lot more time had passed; Emma blamed it on how hellish it had been, especially in the last two days.

She finally got to her room and pushed the door open gently. Remember Em, keep it calm and focused on the subject of making it more livable in here, she said to herself. Emma had been thinking of the speech she was about to deliver ever since her visit to Gold's office and this same speech had made it completely impossible for her to go to her lecture before clearing things up with the brunette, so she had decided to head to their room instead of grabbing something to eat.

Emma closed the door as calmly as she possibly could, trying to hide the fact that she was nervous at the idea of talking to the brunette.

"Regina, we need to…" started Emma but could not finish her sentence.

She had turned around to see Regina looking frantically around the room. Both hers and Emma's clothes were everywhere in the room. It was a huge mess. Oh my gosh not again, thought Emma, I just finished cleaning my side! Forget about the calm and mature talk Emma had planned because there was no way Regina was getting away with messing with Emma's stuff for the second time in less than a week. Had this girl no boundaries? Did she not hear Emma tell her not to touch her stuff the first time around? The brunette was seriously unbelievable.

"Do you mind not throwing MY stuff everywhere?" Emma snapped angrily. After taking a closer look at the situation, the blonde noticed that not only were there no clothes left hanging in the closet or in the wardrobe, but Regina was throwing all the clothes on Emma's side, more precisely on Emma's bed. This meant that there would also be no sleeping for the blonde until everything was cleaned up, which she was ready to bet she would have to do alone.

"Where is my cheer outfit?" hissed Regina still frantically tossing everything out of the drawers.

"Do I look like I know where in the world your cheer outfit is? Like you said, it's YOUR outfit. Your things, your problem," answered Emma. "You see my clothes were neatly stored on MY side of the room and I don't recall having left your stuff on my side either so, mind explaining how all this mess got there?" Emma snapped, taking a smart-brat tone that was sure to piss off the brunette even more.

"For all I know you probably hid it because of what happened last night. You just want to make my life miserable. You've made your point, now give it back. I have cheer practice in less than five minutes and I absolutely need my outfit for tonight's game," screamed Regina, stressing out and looking at the clock.

"Pardon me, I'M making your life miserable?" said Emma, laughing. "You're the one who keeps kicking me out of my own room. Speaking of it, yesterday was the last time I was getting kicked out. Do you hear me Regina? You want to hook up, you take it elsewhere. For what's about making your life miserable, I think you could use a bit of misery for once, maybe it'd teach you to respect other people a bit more," finished Emma with a tone that warned Regina not to defy her.

"Well," Regina said flatly, clearly ignoring Emma's warning, "I believe that some people have more chance than others. Looks like you're out of luck because I'm clearly not the miserable one here. Last I recall, I slept in my own bed last night and I don't remember seeing you in yours when I woke up this morning."

"That's it, I'm out," Emma half screamed "This is the last time that you're messing with me, that attitude better change because, lady, you have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Oh and by the way, this is not you kicking me out, this is me leaving of my own free will because I'm late for my class," Emma added before slamming the door of the apartment.

"Sure it is," Regina smirked before going back to looking for her cheer outfit.

Emma stormed into the hallway, not noticing the person that was casually walking towards her room. She looked up too late and collided straight into Graham.

"What the hell," she yelled, rubbing her forehead, "Can't you watch where you're going?"

"I'm sorry Emma, I don't mean to contradict you but I believe you slammed into me," he said calmly helping her up.

"You're right," Emma said, taking a deep breath, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say a certain regal-looking brunette is giving you a hard time," Graham laughed while dusting Emma's shoulder from whatever had gotten stuck there when she fell.

"Yeah I guess you're right, she's driving me completely insane," Emma sighed. "Anyways what bring you around here?"

"Well I was going to drop off Regina's cheer outfit," he said, pointing at the bag in his hands, "She left it in the locker room yesterday and I thought she might need it for today's game."

"Oh so you're the reason she's been tossing up the room," answered Emma sarcastically, "Better bring it to her before she burns the whole school down while looking for it. In the meantime, I'm gonna go because I'm freakishly late for my last class."

"Mind if I walk with you?" asked Graham.

"Sure but won't her majesty be waiting for her knight in shining armor to come save her life?" replied Emma would a smirk on her face.

"Hmm I believe that she can freak out a little bit longer while I bring you to class," answered the handsome footballer.

"Fair enough," concluded Emma "But no slowing me down, I'm already late enough.

Emma and Graham had walked silently all the way to the other side of the campus, both enjoying the comfortable silence that had settled in between them. It was peaceful for a change and this was something Emma appreciated. The little time that she had spent with Graham in the last few days had been surprisingly fun and most definitely allowed her a break from her devilish drama queen roommate.

They finally arrived in front of Emma's building and she turned around to bid him goodbye.

"So I guess I'll see you around? Go before you get beheaded by her majesty," laughed Emma as she jokingly bowed down.

"Sure," Graham said, "At least you're good for the rest of the day and night, she'll be out for a while. There's the game and then, I think the cheer squad and football team are all getting together and going out for a drink."

"Yeah finally! Anyways good luck with tonight's game," said Emma as she turned around and climbed the stairs that led to the entry of the building.

"Emma wait!" she heard behind her. She turned around to see that Graham still hadn't left the premise and she looked at him with an interrogating expression.

"I just…" he started, "I was wondering if you would like to meet with me sometime, maybe go for lunch or something," he said, nervousness apparent in his eyes.

"Like a date?" Emma blurted out.

"Well call it whatever," he answered.

Emma thought about it quickly. She still wasn't sure if she could really trust Graham but the last encounters had been nice and Emma could use the distraction from her roommate. On the plus side, not only was it fun, it was sure to piss off Regina if she ever learned about it. Therefore, Emma decided to give their new growing friendship a chance.

"Sure, but it's not a date," winked Emma before turning around and rushing to her class. Oh my gosh what am I getting myself into? A date, seriously? she said to herself as she entered the classroom extremely late.