Emma saunters to their lunch table with Killian the next day. Graham politely smiles at them, but looks unhappy.
"Graham, you alright?" Emma asks as her and Killian sit down.
"He's sad he can't get in your pants," Killian whisper so only she can hear. She internally rolls her eyes and ignores him.
"You haven't heard?" Emma shakes her head, "Apparently in history we are being assigned a huge project and its due friday," he says dejected.
"You're joking right? Sometimes that class sucks," Emma groans. Killian rubs her back.
"I'm sure you guys will be fine," Killian reassures them. They just nod. Ruby and James finally show up.
"Alright since Graham is back we have more people to help with prom," Ruby states. Emma groans.
"Ruby, I said no and we have finals in a week," Emma says.
"Yeah like the last prom went so great," Graham comments.
"Come on, Ruby. We've been over this… none of us want to," Killian says. Ruby clenches her fists.
"That's too bad. You guys have to. Please," she begs us with a sad puppy dog look on her face. I crack first, due to the fact that I hat when she makes that face.
"Fine! We'll do it," she groans. Killian rolls his eyes, but nods his head in agreement, along with James.
"Yay! I am so glad all of you are finally on board," she smiles.
The bell rings at the end of lunch and they all groan, but head off to class. In history Graham and Emma get assigned their project.
"Now, class in your groups you each will research about a certain era in european art. On Friday you will present to the class your findings. I am now passing out all the criteria you must cover in your presentation," their teacher passes out the papers. When she approaches Graham and Emma she stops.
"You two will be doing the romantic era. Good luck," she says as she hands them the paper. Emma rolls her eyes. Of course this is what we get assigned. Today is not my day.
"Well this should be fun," Graham says with a smile. Emma just looks at him like he's insane.
"Yeah, if you say so," the sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"Come on, we are going to be romantic," he says while wiggling his eyebrows at her.
"Oh god please stop," she says disgusted.
"It was a joke," he teases her. She laughs.
"Whatever," she sighs.
"What do you think the theme for prom will be?" he asks, making conversation.
"Not a clue, but Ruby will come up with something I am sure," Emma says.
"It could be something awful or cliche," he whines.
"Oh stop it no it won't be," Emma scolds him.
"Graham. Emma. It doesn't sound like you're working on your project," Their teacher scolds.
"Sorry, we'll get to work right away," Graham says with his charming smile. They pull out their books and begin reading up about the romantic era.
After school Emma finds Killian.
"Hello, love," he smiles and takes a hold of her hand. He brings their intertwined hands up to lips and kisses her hand. She brings their hands down again.
"Hello," Emma says smiling widely. His lips brush hers, teasing her. She pulls him closer, so their lips actually connect. Before she can deepen the kiss he pulls away. She rests her forehead on his chest.
"You're such a tease," she moans. She looks up at him.
"I know," he says with his devilishly handsome smile, "But I have practice soon," he states.
"I know," she says with a frown.
"Hey do me a favor and be careful around Graham," he says gently.
"Killian. We talked about this. Nothing is going to happen," Oh how I wish that were true, but lately I have been question how he feels about me.
"Look, I don't know what it is, but something doesn't seem right with him," he huffs. Emma puts her hands on his face.
"Dammit, Killian, for the thousandth time I am not Milah. When will you see that? I am not going anywhere. I wish you would understand that," she sighs and her hands slide off his face.
"Emma-" he says. She holds her hand up to stop him.
"I have to go," she turns away and he takes a hold of her hand once again. He gently spins her around.
"I know that you're not Milah," he says. She slips her hand out of his grasp.
"Really? Prove it," Emma says with her arms crossed.
"How?" he asks severely confused.
"Trust me. Trust me to make the right decisions when it comes to Graham," she orders. She is standing her ground.
"Of course I trust you. I don't trust him. At all. Emma, you should see how he looks at you. He looks like a fool in love with you. I would know because I am foolishly in love with you. I already trust you. I just want you to be careful around him," he pleads. Killian brushes some hair out of her face.
"Fine. I'll be careful," she agrees. He smiles.
"I love you, remember that. I'll text you after practice," he kisses her cheek.
"Alright, now get out of here. You're going to be late," she playfully pushes him away. He smiles, gives her another kiss on the cheek, and heads to practice.
The next night Graham and Emma are putting the finishing touches on their romantic era project.
"Everything looks perfect… you ready to present tomorrow?" Emma asks him. His hand brushes her arm as he gathers some of their papers. She stiffens at his touch. He moves around her to get to his backpack. Emma relaxes.
"I feel ready, don't you?" he asks with his dazzling smile.
"Always," she smiles right back.
"Well, I should get going if I want to get home for dinner," he says.
"Yeah, I'll walk you out," she adjusts her glasses. He slings his backpack over his shoulder. She opens the door. Graham snakes his arm around her waist and pulls her to him.
"Graham, what are you doing?" she asks eyes wide.
"Something I should've done a while ago," he cups her face with his hand and plants his lips on hers. Her eyes practically bulge out of her sockets. She pushes him off of her and gets out of his grasp. Her hand covers her mouth in shock. Then anger takes over her. Emma's fists ball up, her arm snaps back, and her fist connects with Graham's eye. He stumbles back and his hand flies to his face. What just happened?