"Regina," Emma groaned, drawing out the a as she gripped the older girl's shoulders. "Make your phone stop buzzing."
"Sorry, it's probably Kathryn, she can get clingy sometimes," the brunette explained as she rolled off of the paler girl and grabbed her purse off the floor, pulling her phone out. "Yup, she wants to know how our date went."
"Tell her it's still going on," Emma muttered, crawling up behind her girlfriend (as of twenty minutes ago) and pressing her lips to the smooth skin of her shoulder, pushing the bra strap out of the way as she moved the ridged plane of olive skin.
"Yup, done," Regina hummed, silencing her phone before throwing it onto the bedside table. She rolled over, winding her arms around the younger girl's neck as she stared up into her deep green eyes. "Now, where were we?"
"Umm, I believe you had just asked the nerdiest girl in school to be your girlfriend, and we were making it official," Emma smirked, planting a firm hand on either side of the brunette's head.
"Ahh yes," she muttered before her mouth was covered by a soft and gentle one that gently sucked her lower lip between them. She groaned as teeth gently bit down, pulling her lip away before moving her mouth along the older girl's jaw as her hands worked as freeing her of her bra.
"You ignored my text," Regina jumped as she closed her locker door, reveling a very annoyed looking Kathryn.
"Well we were kind of in the middle of something," Regina retorted. "And I did answer you."
"Yes, with, and I quote 'date's still happening, text you later'. You never texted back," the blonde said accusingly, her hands planted firmly on her hips.
"Yes, well, later was like two in the morning. And yes I know it was Sunday so you were probably up anyway, but I was exhausted and we kinda just fell asleep."
"Geeze girl." The brunette smiled shyly, snapping the lock closed and turning to walk down the hall to their first class. "Where is the devil that's stealing my best friend anyway?"
"She's not stealing me, Kat, I'm still hear if you need me. And she had an early club meeting."
"Nerd," Kathryn snort, pushing open the door to their homeroom.
"Maybe," Regina shrugged, sliding into her usual seat at the front of the room. "But that just means she studied how to make a girl scream," she whispered, eyes darting back and forth, watching the people around them.
"Oh my god," the blonde began coughing uncontrollably, burying her face in her backpack in attempt to hide how red her face was turning.
"Kathryn, sweetie, are you okay?" asked one of the other girls on the cheer squad, sitting down at the desk beside the other two girls.
"Yeah," cough, "just swallowed my gum."
"Oh, okay, well I just..." Regina zoned out the rest of what the ditsy girl was saying, focusing instead on her buzzing phone.
Message: Emma ;p
A smile quickly spread across her face as she unlocked her phone, reading the cute message from her girlfriend who currently sat in a classroom on the other side of the building.
Hey just wanted to check in, had a great time the other night. Meet me in the bathroom by the spanish classroom after first period, I have something I want to give you :)
The brunette smiled, pulling up the keyboard and quickly typing back:
Well now how am I supposed to focus in class knowing that you're waiting for me? with a present no less.
There was a moments pause before the little green bubble with Emma's picture popped up.
That's not my problem :p
Regina couldn't help but playfully scowl at her phone.
I can make it your problem, my place tonight? my mother has a meeting
The shrill ringing of the bell put a short pause on the digital conversation as the teacher called for attention, and Regina cursed the fact that they always sat in the front. She pulled out her notebook, pretending to take notes as she waited for her phone to signal that she had a new message. She wasn't really watching what she was doing, only half paying attention to both her pencil and the teacher until there was a sharp elbow in her side.
'What?' she wrote on the side of her paper so Kathryn could read it.
'You're doodling her name,' her friend quickly wrote back. Regina looked down and saw that she had indeed wrote Emma in neat cursive before continuing with spirals branching off of spirals circling the elegant script.
She moved her hand to write something else when she noticed that the blonde had added something more.
'You're falling in love with her?' Her eyes grew wide and she quickly scratched it out, making sure that no one would ever be able to read it.
'We'll talk later,' she scribbled down before carefully tearing the corner she had been doodling on out of her notebook and tucking it in the back of her phone case just as it buzzed with a new message.
Message: Emma ;p
We'll talk later
"I have to use the restroom," Regina said, quickly slipping away from the throng of cheerleaders who hardly paid her any attention as they had just passed the football team's lockers. She walked quickly around the corner, pushing open the door to what had to be the most disgusting and least frequentled bathroom on campus- hence why she was meeting Emma here.
"Hello?" she called out, bending slightly to see if anyone was in the stalls.
"Are you scared to tell her?" the brunette swung around, not having noticed the girl leaning against he wall when she walked in.
"Who?" she asked, her joy at seeing her girlfriend suddenly gone.
"You're mother," Emma said, pushing off the wall and walking towards the slightly shorter girl.
"Why would you ask that?" Regina knew exactly why, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to avoid the answer for as long as possible.
"Because every time we go over to your house-"
"-We've been there like three times-"
"You always point out that you're mother's not there," the blonde finished, ignoring the fact that she was interrupted. "Are you ashamed of being gay?"
Green eyes bored into her, but she could see the softness and understanding within them, so she took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts. She took a step forward, taking Emma's hand in her's as she met the endless green pools that only appeared to want answers.
"She knows, my mother that is. She knows I'm gay, I told her when I was fourteen."
"Then what's the problem?" Emma asked, bringing her free hand up to cup Regina's cheek, wiping away the single tear that fell.
"She's in denial. She laughed when I told her. 'A proper lady marries a man' she said, 'and that is what you will do'. And then she just walked away." Tears were leaving dark stains on her cheeks now, pulling her mascara and eyeliner down with her heart. Emma bunched her sleeve up in her hand and did the best she could to clean the pretty face before her.
"It's okay, you don't have to say more," she tried to sooth, gently kissing the tip of Reigna's nose.
"Thank you, for understanding," the brunette muttered before leaning her forehead against her girlfriend's.
Emma smiled, sliding her other hand into Regina's free one and giving them both a small squeeze before saying, "Anytime." The older girl could feel a smile tugging at the corner of her lips and she couldn't help it. She captured the blonde's mouth in a sweet kiss, trying to convey how thankful she was.
"Regina?" The two girls broke apart at the sudden intrusion of another voice.
"Melissa? what are you doing here?" the brunette asked.
"Ah, emergency, this was the closet bathroom. Why were you kissing that nerd? More importantly why are you kissing a girl?"
"I, um," Regina stuttered.
"Because she's my girlfriend, and if you have a problem with that you can go fuck yourself," Emma interrupted, wrapping a protective arm around said girlfriend.
The young girl stared at them in a shocked silence, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she stumbled backwards, fleeing from the bathroom.
"That's what I thought," Emma mumbled smugly.
"Emma, she's going to go tell everyone," Regina gasped, her body jolting into action and carrying her towards the heavy wooden door.
"Why does it matter?" the younger girl asked, coming up behind the brunette and bracing her arm against the door, preventing her from leaving just yet.
"Because I don't want something like this to be found out through the grape vine of gossip," she tried to explain. Green eyes just stared at her for a second before Emma pulled the door open and marched into the busy hallway, Regina on her heels.
"Hey everyone," she shouted. "My name is Emma Swan, and this is my girlfriend, Regina Mills." She turned then, one hand gently cupping the brunette's cheek just as she had done not so long ago, and as green eyes stared into brown, brought their lips together in a soft, sweet kiss. With their mouths pressed firmly together she felt the blonde slipped something into her hand before moving to wrap her arm around the older girl's waist, pulling them closer to one another.
Regina could hear gasps and the click of camera phones, but frankly she could care less, because she knew that no matter what Emma would always be there for her.
She really was falling in love with her, and it had only been a week.