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"Shit." Regina muttered, bending down to pick up her car keys. She was just leaving her pent house apartment, and she was already certain that she was going to be late for her 6 pm class. She was in an irritable mood, and was mentally cursing her mother for calling her right before she had to leave for class. Cora meant well, but Regina was sick of hearing about New York's most eligible bachelors. She knew that her mother just wanted her to be happy, but she couldn't help the irritation that crept into her voice when she spoke to her mother about such things. By the time she pulled her black Mercedes into the staff parking lot at NYU, the clock on her dashboard indicated that she was already two minutes late. She sighed, and exited her car. A hush fell over the auditorium as she entered. She cleared her throat and attempted to explain to the class why she was late. As she pulled out her laptop, she noticed one of her students staring at her. Out of all her students, Emma Swan confused Regina the most. Regina had never been able to figure out why the blonde continued to take her class. Every assignment that she had ever handed in was top notch, but during their few conversations, Emma had made it clear that she disliked history. Regina knew that Emma was majoring in law and minoring in philosophy, so she had no reason to take the class. Regina also knew that no student in their right mind would ever take her class purely because they liked her as a teacher – she was known throughout the university as the evil queen. She didn't mind the nickname; in fact, she'd come to like it. She was good at her job, and she knew it. She also knew that she was a tough grader, and her best students knew that as well. Throughout the rest of the class, Regina watched Emma watching her from the corner of her eye. She noticed that Emma failed to take any notes all class and decided to ask her about it after everyone left.
It was 9 o'clock and Regina couldn't get a certain blonde out of her head. Regina had never in a million years thought that the blonde took her class because she found her attractive. Emma didn't come across to her as gay. Of course she wore a lot of plaid and never really wore girly clothes but… Regina shook herself, trying to clear her head of all thoughts related to Emma Swan.
"Damn that girl. She's just trying to mess with you Regina. Stop thinking about it." Regina muttered to herself. She was sitting in her living room, drinking a glass of red wine and attempting to read. At last, she gave up, realizing it was hopeless. She set her book and her glass down and headed up the stairs to her room to draw herself a bath. Stepping into the steaming hot water, Regina realized her mind was still on Emma. She couldn't figure out why Emma's stupid little comment was bothering her so much. It's not like I'm interested in her or something ridiculous like that, Regina thought to herself. Regina acknowledged that Emma was exceptionally beautiful, but so would most people, right? As she tried to relax in the bath, she couldn't help but think of Emma. She remembered one day specifically. She'd been leaving the staff parking lot one day in early September when she saw a couple students holding up signs advertising a car wash. They were fundraising for an animal shelter, and Regina's usually immaculate car had a little mud on its side due to a trip to the stables the previous day, so Regina decided to follow the signs. She pulled up to where the signs instructed, and rolled down her window, handing over a twenty dollar bill to one of her former students, Mary-Margaret White. Mary-Margaret grinned at her, and told her that someone would be along soon to wash her car. David Nolan, another former student, hosed down her car. The student who was doing the actual washing of her car turned out to be none other than Emma Swan. She was wearing a tiny little red bikini, and Regina couldn't help but stare. Emma had given Regina a huge smile, and had gotten right to work. Regina was noticing for the first time how long Emma's legs were. How her stomach muscles rippled as she stretched over the windshield of the car. Regina had had to make a conscious effort not to stare at Emma's breasts. Before she knew it, Emma was done, and she gave Regina a small smile and wave as Regina pulled out of the parking lot. Regina hadn't thought much of the experience after it had happened, but now… She felt her hand creeping lower and lower across her stomach. Her fingers had just reached soft curls, and images of a certain blonde in a bright red bikini were flashing through her head when she snapped out of it. She sat up straight, her eyes wide. Since when do I make a habit of fantasizing about students she wondered to herself. She grabbed a towel and headed back into her room. Her cell phone pinged, and she picked it up to see that she'd received a message from her best friend Kathryn.
We're going out tonight. I'm not giving you a choice. I'll be at your house in an hour to pick you up. Please wear something appropriate for the club, not something an Italian widow would wear. Love ya, see you soon!
For once, Regina wasn't irritated that Kathryn was forcing her to go out. She needed to get her mind off Emma Swan, and she was willing to give getting drunk a try.