A/N: So I wrote this little thing so you wouldn't have to wait too long. I had teh test today so I hope to have more time to write now. Thanks for everything and enjoy!

I wake up startled from a nightmare sitting upright in the bed. Realizing it was just that, I fall back into the bed and just then, I notice I'm not in my bed. The sheets slid down my bare chest a moment before and I cover myself; at least I'm still wearing my panties. Sitting upright again, my eyes wander around the room curious.

The walls are covered by art; I don't recognize most of them but I catch one of my favorites 'Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose.' However, I don't see any pictures around.

Leaving the warmth of the big bed, I grab a light blue shirt from a clothes hanger; it's the one Regina was wearing the second day, I recognize smiling. As I turn, a small frame catches my eye on a commode. I walk over the soft carpet that covers the floor, which I hadn't notice until now.

I take the picture in my hands to give it a closer look at it. A little black haired girl is behind a lectern. From the angle I can see she's standing on one foot on a small wooden stairwell, trying to reach the microphone of the lectern. She's smiling widely; it's the image of pure happiness. I guess she must be little Regina but she looks so…Innocent. Yeah, that's the word, innocent and happy.

I hear a slam somewhere outside the master bedroom, making me jump in place. After leaving the picture carefully back where it was, I go out listening with attention. The sound of muffled words leads me to the bottom of the corridor. As I get closer, I notice Regina's talking on the phone. Who the hell would call at—I take a look at the clock—past 2 am?

I get to see her standing behind a desk where rests a glass of wine. She's wearing the same clothes but I notice the height difference; she must have taken off her amazingly high heels. Before I can se anything else, I take a step forward and the parquet betrays me. Uh-oh.

I freeze in place without knowing what to do as I hear her, "I'll call you later." I guess there's no sense on running to the bedroom and act as if nothing have happened, so I push the door in time to see her turning face me.

"I didn't want to interrupt…," I apologize and she stares at me from head to toe, raiding an eyebrow. "I took your shirt from the hanger, I hope you don't mind. I don't know where my clothes are."

"It looks better on you." I blush at her words and, as I don't know what to say, I act like if I hadn't heard it, "Who were you talking to?"

"No one." Regina takes a sip of wine and I walk towards her, "Then you seemed pretty upset with no one." Despite the low source of light in the room, I see her smile.

A sparkle catches the corner of my eyes and I see a mirror on the wall. Lifting my chin in front of it, I check my neck. A purple hickey stands out in my pale skin. "You should sleep."

Our gazes meet in the mirror, "Are you a vampire?" Her lips twitch in a smile as she leans in her desk. Her attitude is more relaxed. "We should sleep."

Regina's eyes check my body one last time and letting out a sigh, she goes out of the room without a word. I follow her.

"I'll drive you home," she says putting her heels back on. I reach to the button of the shirt but she stops me, "Leave it on."

When I'm ready to go—and by ready I mean dressed— we get in her car. The ride is in silence, only breaking it to give her the address of my house. With a simple 'Until tomorrow, Miss Swan' we part for the night.

I tip toe into my house; it's dark and silent inside so I try to not to do any noise. When I finally close the door of my room, reality hits me like a punch. I look at my reflection in my own mirror, wearing Regina's shirt. My teacher and I just made out.

Correction; my teacher just fucked me. Yeah, that's what she did and I almost didn't touch her. I hadn't thought about the consequences when I kissed her outside the café. What does this mean? What happens now?

I sigh putting my pajamas on; I'm too tired to think about it, I'll deal with her tomorrow. Tonight I just want to lose myself into dreamland.


Shit, I'm late. It's almost 8:15and I'm still 5 minutes away from school. I run while I finish a cookie I got to grab before rushing out of my house. Panting, I arrive to the grey gate that is already closed. Damn, now I have to press the bell.

Pushing the door of the building, I see me reflection. My hair is a mess, my cheeks are flushed and the blue and silvery tie is out of place beneath the scarf. After signing in the delay report, I head to the library while I fix my hair and the tie.

Now I have to wait until the bell rings to go to class. For the half an hour I have left, I try to at least read something of English for my test but my mind doesn't seem to cooperate. I alternate the thought of Regina on top of my body, making me shift uncomfortably in the chair, and the grammar I have to study. I want to pass this year clean, I really do, but studying versus Regina…The answer is obvious. There's a moment that I'm so into the memory that the sound of the shrill ring makes me jump in my seat.

It announces the start of a moment I've been waiting and fearing since I woke up this morning. I rush to my classroom grabbing my bag pack and the English book. Lucky me, the bag was open and notebook along with some books fell in the hallway.

"Really?" I whimper annoyed as I fall to my knees to pick the mess up. In the background noise of the building, I hear the 'Bing!' of the elevator and the click of the stilettos. I better be quick.

I run all my lungs allow me to arrive in time and, even I almost trip on the stairs, I get to do it. As I take a seat, the door closes and everyone stays quiet. My heart is pounding in my chest so hard that I can almost hear it; if it's for the run or for the expectation of what's going to happen next I don't know. I'd said both.

Regina leaves her book and her folder in the desk without looking at us, "Today we're going to revise for the exam on Wednesday. It will be easy if you study of course." She raised her head with a smirk, which widened at the sight of my person. Her gaze stays for a moment in my scarf but she quickly looks away.

"Alright class. Did you do the exercises I told you to do this weekend?" A yes in unison filled the silence of the room. "Very well. Ashley?" A blonde girl stood and walked to the whiteboard after Regina pointed at it to do the exercise.

The rest of the lesson was actually really calmed. Regina seemed especially happy today and she even said she was proud of the class for our hard work. I have to admit I didn't do the exercises but she doesn't have to know.

When the break finally arrived, I went to The Wolf's Cave as usual expecting to see Regina there but there was no sign of her. A little disappointed, I greeted Ruby.

"Prett—Regina was here an hour ago by the way," the waitress said as she saw me scanning the café again. "She told me to give you this."

The brunette handed me a piece of paper and placed her elbows in the counter, watching me with a curious smile. Noticing her waiting, I decided to take my time even though I was as curious as her. I don't know what's written in that note but I don't want to set my expectative too high.

After drinking the cocoa, I slowly unfold the sheet. In dark red, there's a message.

Can't wait for the next round. PS: Nice scarf, Swan.

I stare at it more time than I should; Ruby clears her throat, "So?"

"Uhm…it's nothing," I lie but she catches me. "Right, nothing. That's why your cheeks are flame red," she laughed before walking towards a table.

I don't know what to think. Are we using with notes again? Why couldn't she tell me face to face? A sudden rage invades me but then it hits me. This is a game; I can't forget that. This is our game.