I'm shocked by the amount of responses I got for this. Just a heads up, I'm the worst proof reader, so from last chapter, to this one, and all the one's following:

ALL MISTAKES ARE MINE

Okay, only 20 minutes left. In 19 minutes and 58 seconds I'll be out of this class. I've managed to stay fairly quiet in physics. Gently ducking when Ms. Mills called out to us to answer questions, keeping my head down so I can disappear underneath the hands that eagerly flew up to answer. Overall I had to say I was impressed by her behavior. She was definitely smart, knew what she was talking about without reading the text book, and had a firm handle on any behavior that she didn't find ideal for the classroom.

Which after Dicks incident, nobody fucked up. Nobody wanted to. She made her point.

Now though she was eager to get right back to teaching, and it was actually kind of fun. At least it would be, if I wasn't so distracted. I groaned down at my tortured state. 18 minutes and 32 seconds.

I guess I groaned too loudly because my classmates turned around in their seats to look at me.

Is there something on my face?

Shit what if she called on me?

Searching the assorted eye colors I finally found the hazel ones I'd been avoiding. They looked displeased.

Fuck, she probably called on me.

"Flip to page 42, Question 1." I heard Belle mumble in front of me.

I swiped through the textbook until I found the question she was talking about.

Why we need Vectors:

Question 1: One day you're at a fair and are taking part in a multi-team tug of war. In the center is a ring with five ropes connected to it, and at the end of each rope is a tug-of-warm team. Once the war begins all five teams pull as hard as they can. Some pull with large forces, some with smaller forces. But which direction does the ring go? Which way does it accelerate?

Um, am I suppose to answer that? Did we actually go over all of this in class while I have been obsessively watching the clock? I made eye contact with Ms. Mills again who was now patiently waiting for me to answer. She didn't seem mad anymore, I think I even saw a small smile but it flashed so quick it was hard to tell.

Okay, you got this. You must've heard something. Anything!

"Um-" I said shakily.

Strong voice. Use your strong voice

"The answer to question 1 would be..."

I did this to see if I was at least on the right problem, she nodded her head urging me to continue confirming that I was. Casually Ms. Mills leaned back, placing her hands flat on the desk. I could see a hint of olive toned cleavage sticking out from the top of her blouse. Saliva pooled in my mouth and my cock throbbed hard.

Did I just leak on myself? Gah!

I'm a fucking wreck.

Reminder, loose boxers tomorrow.

How in the fuck am I suppose to answer a question when she puts her body in this position. Not that she probably noticed. I mean she just seemed like the type of woman who did everything naturally sexy.

Hearing Lily's scoff from the front of the room brought me back to reality.

Ugh, that bitch.

I looked away from the cleavage trying to regain my thoughts. I don't know what's worse, the top of her breasts, or the intense staring contest. Both seem to have me captivated.

Focus!

I can do this. Think back.

I rummaged through my brain of things I thought I heard and finally the answer popped in my head. Was it right? Who knows, but I'll be damned if I just sit here in silence like a fucking boob.

"The first step would be to figure out the overall force, then we have to add the force vectors?"

Yes I answered her question with a question. It's a bad habit I have when I'm nervous.

Her response was to look at me. No expression. She was emotionless.

What kind of shit is that?

Am I right or wrong?

"Alright class, as you go through the questions, it will take you step by step with each answer leading into the next one, until you get to number 7 which will ask what you got as the overall force. Use 1 of the 2 geometric ways that I explained earlier to figure this series of problems out. If you need help I'll be at my desk. When you are done, turn it in to me. I expect your name in the top right corner, if you don't put it on your paper I will mark you as absent. You are all seniors, let's not make 4th grade mistakes."

Ms. Mills eyed us all excluding me, then sat down.

So I was right? Score 1 for me!

Wait, what did she mean 1 of the 2 ways. How much did I miss?

Note to self, in addition to loose boxers, pay attention, this teacher is not fucking around.

As I began to flip back through my textbook to find what the hell she was talking about, I got the feeling I was being watched.

Lifting my eyes from the book, I scanned the room. Everyone was silent and answering their questions. So who was it? Then I found it. Hiding in plain sight. It was Ms. Mills, she had papers in her hands but looking over them, her gaze was on me. My heart sped up and began to beat hard against my chest. The food I had eaten for lunch swirled in my stomach. Sweat started to cover my hands as she looked at me. Through me. Like she was searching for something.

My stomach lurched.

Oh God!

I needed to look away, if not it would be unfortunate for all of us.

I was about to throw up. Why did the way she look at make me feel like I was going puke my guts out?

When I thought I couldn't take anymore she lifted the corner of her mouth and returned her eyes back to the papers she was reading and the sensations running through my body started to fizzle out.

My reactions to her are strange. Confusing. I don't like it. I'm use to being in control of myself. I've known this woman less than an hour, barely had any contact with her, yet she's got me all frazzled.

It was probably just a scare mechanism on her part. Like she was silently promising to watch me closely since I fucked up on her first day. Great, already on the new teachers bad side. This is awesome.

Way to go Emma.

Now I was determined. I was not going to let this class end without my work being finished. I will show her that I'm not that student you have to keep an eye on. No, that position is saved for Dick over there. Speed reading through the chapter, I made a mental note of the points then went back to the questions. Students started to file up to her desk as they turned in their work.

Damn, I hated being the last one. It always so awkward, everyone is waiting on you, getting irritated that they are not allowed to talk because you are the asshole holding them up. I picked up the pace, it was fairly easy once I paid attention. I completed the equation to find the overall force then I added up the vectors and got the final answer. My handwriting was sloppy but oh well, answers are answers right?

After the short quiz or whatever it was, I threw my pencil down satisfied I had finished everything.

2 minutes left.

Fuck yes.

Cue silent fist pump.

Belle stood up and turned around to look down at me. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other. She was probably smiling because we had a teacher who cared about our grades and actually knew what they were talking about. I was smiling because I made it through the class by the skin on my chin. We walked up to the front and waited in line. The bell rang and students began to clear out. Soon it was just Belle, Lily, and myself. The two of them walked up to Ms. Mills and she smiled at them.

Like actually smiled.

And not to be corny, but it was beautiful. Her teeth were so white and straight, her lips were so full, her skin seemed so soft. Then she laughed.

It was light, in this moment she seemed so normal showing that she had more than just a hammer in her tool kit.

When the conversation between the 3 of them didn't look like it was going to slow down I cleared my throat.

Belle and Lily looked at me. Lily, my dear friend curled her lip up, she waved goodbye to Ms. Mills and as she walked past me, her shoulder connected with mine and I stumbled back a little dropping my paper in the process.

"Oh, sorry." Lily said sarcastically

"Cunt" I mumbled under my breath.

"Language." said Ms. Mills

I drifted my eyes to the teacher and I knew she could see my frustration. I wanted to explode on her, did she not just see me get pushed. Of course I get scolded and Lily walks free.

I can't wait to be done with this stupid place.

A warm touch was felt on my right shoulder and I turned my head to see Belle.

"You good Em." she asked her face showing concern.

"Yea I'm good."

She nodded her head then shot one more glare to Lily who whistling as she walked out of the door. Belle reached down to grab my paper and handed it to me.

"I'll meet you at try outs okay?"

"Yea." I mumbled.

Briskly she left room, most likely so she could give my nemesis a piece of her mind, leaving me alone with Ms. Mills.

Great. Just what I need right now.

I reached out my paper to her and she took from me. Our fingertips just barely touched but I still felt the electricity run through my arm. I pulled it back like I had just been burned.

She looked at me and smirked.

What is it with that damn smirk?

I watched as her eyes scanned my scribbled mess of physics. She nibbled on her bottom lip and the familiar pull on my stomach started as she bit down a couple times then smoothed it over with her tongue. When it seemed she was done, she arched an eyebrow and sighed. Her slender fingers ran through her brown hair revealing her full face to me.

Am I still breathing?

No, definitely not.

"Miss Swan..."

My cock twitched at the name. This is fucking ridiculous, other teachers said it and I didn't have this problem.

"It's just Emma." I stated, hoping she would get the hint to no call me that.

Her eyes narrowed and she pursed out her lips. I don't know what that means but I'll just shut the fuck up now.

"Miss Swan, tomorrow I expect your full attention. You can daydream in any other class but in this one we learn. Today I was being nice, next time I won't be."

Her brown eyes looked up at me. All the playfulness she had with Lily and Belle was gone. If she was being nice today, I would hate to see what she's like when she's angry.

You won't like me when I'm angry.

I shook my head and smirked inside at my lameness. At least I thought it was to myself. However judging by the furrowed eyebrows, the deep frown that graced her face, and the annoyed sigh that left her lips, I would say I was wrong.

"Miss Swan, just because you skipped a grade doesn't make you untouchable."

Okay ouch.

First off I don't think I'm untouchable. Secondly, how did she know I skipped a grade? Maybe the teachers told her? They pretend they don't, but they gossip just as much as we do.

"That laugh wasn't for you I was ju-"

"You may go now."

Bam. My excuse was shot down. Her eyes moved from mine back to the stack of papers and resumed grading them. Ignoring me. I was now invisible.

Shuffling to my backpack I swung it over my shoulder. I could hardly walk from my pants being so tight but I made it work. Silently I walked to the door. I turned my head back one last time to face her and when she didn't look at me I knew it was hopeless.

I was officially on her shit list.

I reached for the door, and when I was halfway out her deep husky voice floated to my ears.

"See you tomorrow Miss Swan."

Exhaling a breath I didn't know I was holding I replayed her words.

Was that code for 'this is your last chance'?

Why am I reading into this? All she said was 'see you tomorrow' which is code for see you tomorrow.

Man she was hard to read. Usually I could peg teachers without them saying anything, but not her. As I made my way to the gym, I found myself thinking of smart ways to impress her tomorrow.

-SQ SQ SQ SQ SQ SQ SQ SQ SQ SQ-

"Damn it why won't you stay put?"

Stupid question. I knew why it wouldn't. I was still hard from physics. Two things that should never be put in a sentence together. I tucked my member between my legs one last time and got the spandex shorts over it, finally fitting into them. 1 more pair of spandex overlapping that and I was finally set.

2 is probably overkill but I had to be safe. Whoever said it was a rule for girls to wear these while they played volleyball should burned.

"Em you almost done in there." Ruby yelled from the other side of the stall. "Is everything fitting well?"

Too soon Ruby. Too soon.

I huffed a response then opened the stall door. Her blue eyes made their way down my body landing on my crotch.

"You can't even see it. Come on we are gonna be late." she exclaimed and pulled me along as if I was rag doll.

You're damn right you can't see it. Besides my parents there were only 5 other people in the school who knew. One of them I can't fucking stand.

I kept it hidden well for the most part, a big thanks to my dad for that.

The smell of sweaty socks and old gym shoes filled my senses.

Gotta love that oh so recognizable smell.

Straightening up my posture after pulling my arm away from Ruby, I tried to concentrate on the reason why I was here. To make the team. Sure I haven't played volleyball since middle school, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to try. I missed freshman year try outs, then after I skipped a grade and moved on to be a junior I was too focused on my academics. Less focused on extra activities, which is why I missed all Ruby's game last year.

It was not my finest moment.

Now as a senior, I want a happy balance of both.

"Alright ladies, gather around."

A very toned and well kept guy walked over to us and smiled. This must be Coach Robin. A whistle sounded from the bleachers and when I turned my head Killian, Belle, and Jefferson were all waving frantically at me.

I love my friends. But sometimes they are embarrassing.

"So I see a couple of new faces this year. For those of you that don't know me I'm Coach Robin. We made state championships last year. I want to do that again this year. Just because you were on the team the before doesn't mean you will make the cut. There's a ton of fresh blood willing to show you up and take your spot. Any questions, comments, or concerns?"

We stayed silent.

"Let's line up for suicides then."

I groaned inwardly. I hate suicides.

Looking at Ruby eased my nerves though. She shot me her famous wide smile and winked.

"You got this Em. Show him why you should be here."

Patting my shoulder she kissed my cheek and jogged off to line up against the wall. I found myself squeezing into the middle.

Even though Coach Robin threatened to replace anyone, I would say Ruby is a shoe in. Girl has been on varsity since freshman year and made captain the last 2.

I squeezed in between the girls and took my place.

"You ready!" Coach yelled from the other end of the gym.

We all answered yes.

"I can't hear you! I said are you ready?" he yelled again.

"YES!" we shouted back.

The buzzer that usually went off at the end of each quarter of basketball game, rang loudly through the gym and the girls took leaving me in a pile of their so called dust.

So I guess that means we run? Would have been nice to know. I took off from the wall but as I reached the first line the girls were already turning back to lap me.

"Come on. Emma you got this!" I heard Belle yell.

Yes, I've got this.

Pumping my legs harder I reached the first line and shot around sprinting back to the wall. I touched it gently then took off towards the girls. I was catching up. When I reached the 2nd line I was in pace with a few of the slower girls. By the 3rd line I was in the middle of the pack. My lungs were already burning and my legs felt like lead.

Shit, maybe I wasn't as athletic as I thought.

And I still had 1 more line to touch, one more turn around, then a sprint to the finish. On my way back to the start I noticed with no surprise that Ruby was leading the pack already hitting the wall and sprinting towards the other end of the gym to complete her set. To my left were 2 other girls, the 3 of us keeping an even pace, from the loud pants I heard behind me I knew the others were fading and we started to pull away from the pack.

The girl next to me picked up her speed. Ah I love a challenge. Easily I was able to match her leaving the other girl to fall back. We hit the wall at the same time and shot back out like cannon.

It was just us 2 now. Nobody else mattered. I didn't know who this girl was all I know is that I wanted to win. Ruby won overall, but in this unexpected 1 on 1 match, it was going to be me.

"Let's go you two, push, push, push. T, are you really going to let a newbie win" Coach Robin egged on.

So T was her name. Well 'T' you're going down.

Zeroing in on the finish line, I pushed harder, the blood was pounding in my ears drowning out the screams from friends in the stands. I felt like my legs were on fire they burned so bad, but I was so close. I refuse to let up. It worked because she could no longer keep up with me as I kept pushing the boundaries on our exhausted lungs.

I was going to win.

I was going to fucking win.

6 feet away, and I beat this chick. I saw Ruby holding in her excitement as she watched the race. I get it. She couldn't be biased.

4 feet away now. I'm so close.

I pushed all I had into my legs, they were only working off sheer will right now. I'm 2 feet away…

3...2...1

Out of my peripheral vision one of the doors that led to the gym opened and all I caught was royal blue.

Was that?

Please don't tell me it's…

I didn't have time to think about who it was because my foot caught the gym floor. Gravity was pulling me down. I tried to stop it but it's too late. Newton's 1st law of motion was already in effect. I was going to bust my ass.

Right here. Right now.

A loud smack reverberated through the gym then gasps followed. I felt my body hit the cool floor then tumble. If the wall wasn't there I probably would've rolled all the way home. My back collided with the padded wall knocking the air straight out of my chest.

I kept my eyes closed letting the pain ease it's way through my body. Yea this was going to hurt tomorrow.

I heard multiple people running to me and felt them to circle my still body.

Well this is embarrassing.

Opening my eyes, I saw Coach Robin on the floor, already checking me for injuries.

"That was quite a fall." he said.

Yea, no shit.

"It's no big deal, I'll be fine." I said instead.

"You sure? Does anything feel strained or broken?"

Nope, just my ego.

I'm lying through my fucking teeth right now. Yes my ego is hurt, but that fall was worse.

He helped me stand up and Coach looked to Ruby.

"Get them started on peppering."

See, she was a fucking a shoe in.

Nodding at the command Ruby, glanced at me and I could see the pity in her eyes. She brought the girls over to the center of the gym and began to take them through the motions. Coach Robin walked me to the bleachers.

"You started off last, Miss Swan I presume?"

"It's just Emma" I replied.

Coach nodded his head and motioned for me to take a seat.

"Emma, today you started off last."

Yes you said that already.

"And honestly I thought you were going to lose. But you fought back. And you fought hard. Your determination was clear. Skill can be taught, determination, not so much. That's what I'm looking for, determined people like yourself."

Okay I like where this is going.

"And as much as I would like to see what else you can do, I'm going to have to send you home. The nurse is gone already. It's the only option we have."

I groaned. Are you serious right now?

"I'm fine! Really." I protested.

But it was falling on deaf ears.

"Go home, rest up. The list will be up hung up in the ladies locker room tomorrow morning."

What's the use? Not like I made it anyway.

Frustrated and pissed at myself I sulked to the area where my friends, minus one, were waiting for me.

"It's okay Em. I'm sure he saw your talent." Jefferson said.

"Yea, you killed it. At least until you fell" Killian added.

Definitely not helping.

"Hey, why don't we change and get ya home." Belle said trying to smooth over the comment my asshole brother from another mother made.

I just nodded, if I spoke, I would take my frustrations out on them. And this was not their fault at all.

Killian grabbed my back pack off the floor, slinging it over his shoulder. Belle grabbed my books and Jefferson hooked my arm over his shoulder leading me out of the gym. As we neared the door I thought had opened, my eyes cautiously scanned the gym but there was no royal blue blouse. No tight black slacks. No sexy heels. No thick brown hair. No smoldering eyes. It was just us and the volleyball players.

Did she leave already?

Was she even there in the first place?

Am I crazy?

Well yes, but there is no way I imagined that.

But why would a physics teacher be in the gym?

As Belle took over for Jefferson and helped me in the locker room, I couldn't help but run that stupid, senseless question over and over again in my mind.

A/N: Emma's background gets touched on a little more next chapter.