AN: Welp it's been awhile, but I'm back after so personal issues got in the way but I'm here now!
She drives home thinking about how should have faked sick, with her mother out of town for the week she would have been able to get away with it. Take a personal day, take a hot bath, maybe drive over to the next town over, get a massage, facial. Pamper herself.
She parks in front of the large mansion, the Mills residence was arguably the biggest in the small town of Storybrooke, granted nobody knew and Regina liked it that way. She knew if the school knew she was rich her popularity would sky rocket, they were all fake. She wasn't one to flaunt her family's money, because that was just it, it was her family's money not hers.
She shoves the key to her house harshly not that she cared, today had really been the worst day of her life-okay maybe not her life but easily this month. Storming upstairs and heading straight for her bedroom, her sanctuary. Dumping her bag on the floor and slamming the door close, it wasn't like there wasn't anyone to hear the loud slam it made.
She had the red roes Robin got her, she tried to force herself to throw the flowers in the trash but for some reason she could't. Maybe because it was really the only sign of affection or attention a guy's ever given her.
Regina surprises herself when she takes the bouquet and brings it downstairs, pulling away the fancy paper and trimming the flowers. Even pulling out a crystal vase and placing them in there with some water. She cares far too much but no matter the intention behind the gift, Regina couldn't help but love them.
She places the vase in her room, just on the window sill by the bay window, the sunlight shining through the crystal. Beautiful.
She skips school that day, it's not a big deal really, she was a good student, her GPA was prefect and record was sparkling, her extra curricular activities were pretty well too. Missing one day of school wasn't that big of a deal.
She told her father that she was feeling unwell and unlike her mother he believed her. A part of Regina hated that she used his trust in her to take a personal day but the thought of seeing Robin makes the guilt simmer down.
She treated herself with a spa day, driving a town over to get a little pampering. She let herself forget abut the hell of her life and just enjoy the massage she was getting and melting into the music that spoke to her. It was mostly pop, all the stuff her mother didn't let her listen too, something about how it wouldn't help her get into Harvard.
So practically everything she listened to was classical, and she didn't even mind that much but still, if she was going to listen to classical music she wanted it to be her own personal choice. Pop music was fine, repetitive but it was catchy, most of the appeal was from the fact that it was forbidden to her.
Some of it wasn't to bad too, lately she discovered how good Ed Sheeran was, although it made her long for something she wasn't sure she'd have. Love, people saw her and saw the messy bun she made in about three seconds, they saw the band-aids on her left fingers, they saw the over-sized glasses that she always had to keep pushing up.
The baggy clothes that hid the frightening skinny frame of hers, all of it. It wasn't as bad as middle school, when she had braces and a mouth gear but it was still bad. Then again, the way the looked at her, like some ugly freak of nature..she rather people look at her like that than a sex on a stick.
It had it's own perks, she didn't have to deal with catcalling or the unwanted gropes of men or teenagers, people saw her and ignored her, made fun of her sure, but they didn't dare touch.
Regina's ringer goes off, pausing her music, it was an unknown number.
Unknown: Where are you? You aren't at school.
Regina: Who is this?
She didn't give out her number to everyone and no one ever asked...so who could this be?
Unknown: M'lady, I must say that I am hurt that you don't know who this is.
Of course, who else called her M'lady despite her objections to the name. Although it was a bit endearing, just a little.
Regina: Robin?
Unknown: Yes?
Regina: Don't call me M'lady
Unknown: I'm afraid I can't do that M'lady
Regina: STOP! How did you even get my number?
Unknown: It took some work but my friend owed me a favor and I needed your number
Regina: Owed you a favor? How? No one has my number.
Unknown: Let's just say that he's good with computers.
Regina: He's a hacker? And you made him find my number?
Unknown: Well when you put it that way...
Regina: UGH. Stop texting me.
Unknown: And if I don't?
Regina: I'll kick you in a place that has never seen the light of day
Unknown: is that a threat?
Regina: No it's a promise
Unknown: Feisty, I like it. Although sorry to tell you this but that place that has never seen the light of day?
Regina: Yes?
Unknown: Well, you see, it's very familiar with the light of day if you must know
Regina: Ewww. That's gross. Stop texting me.
Unknown: Maybe M'lady should stop texting me back
Regina: If you insist
And with that Regina turned her ringer off and resumed her music, forgetting all her troubles. She wasn't sure if Robin having her number was creepy or sort of sweet. Not the hacking part of course, that was quite creepy but...all the trouble he went into getting her number.
Her fingers are being painted when he texts again, she can't respond for obvious reasons, she lets it vibrate a few times before falling still. She finds herself a bit insecure doing the manicure, her fingers weren't pretty, they were tragic really but they needed the pampering.
She could think about Robin later, she needed to focus on herself.
AN: This was meant to be longer but I wasn't getting anywhere so I might as well post this short chapter than wait forever to post a longer one.