A/N: LOVE the comments everyone. You all are the best! The million dollar question; when are they going to kiss? The anticipation has got to be killing you guys. Well like for Emma, it's going to be a surprise.

I know not much of an answer. On with the story...

Shit.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Shit.

Keep it together Emma you got this! It's not the first time something like this has happened before. While Ms. Mills had her head under the hood of my car I took off my sweatshirt and wrapped it around my waist so the sleeves were tied behind my back and the part that was made for my body covering my bulge. She turned around at my rustling and her eyes glanced down to my hoodie.

"Did you get warm all of a sudden?"

"Yup, I get hot easily." as bumps rose on my skin.

Good just keep lying with confidence like that.

I rolled my eyes.

"So what do you think? Can you just jump it?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Doesn't look like it. I can smell gasoline and saw some black smoke coming out your exhaust when you tried to start it. It's possible your engine is flooded."

No don't say that please.

I placed my hands on my hips and groaned loudly. My tiny fingers ran through my hair and I held them their grasping behind my neck.

"What do I do now?"

Ms. Mills shut the hood and leaned against my car.

"Well I could call a tow truck for you, or I could attempt to fix it and if that doesn't work then..."

"Back to the tow truck." I finished for her.

She smiled and let out a soft chuckle.

"I have to say, I can't imagine you fixing any sort of car."

"Why? Because I'm a woman in heels and a pretty outfit?"

A pretty everything.

"Well if you're such a boss fix my car."

I don't know where this teasing vibe came from but I was enjoying it. It didn't feel strained. It felt right.

She raised an expectant eyebrow at me then stuck out her hand with her palm up.

"Keys."

The way she looked at me right now like I was prey made me twitch. With shaky fingers I dropped my keys into her hand and she walked away from me, opened my door then sat in the drivers seat. I walked to my passenger door and climbed in.

"This method I'm going to show you does not always work, but it's an old school way of doing things and sometimes it does the trick. First you want to hold your foot down on the gas pedal."

"That's what I did! Foot on the gas pedal and the clutch."

"No, you probably had your foot on the clutch as you pumped the gas pedal, I said hold it down with your foot."

I thought back. Yup she's right.

"Next you place your other foot on the clutch..." Ms. Mills teased. "Then you crank."

She turned the key over and it clunked but nothing happened.

"You can do this up to 3-5 times. But keep your foot on the gas pedal, don't let up when you try to turn it over again." she said.

Again she turned it over and it sounded like there was life before it died down again. One more time and with serious struggle my beetle started up again. Ms. Mills looked at me and smiled but as soon as she took her foot off the clutch and gas my car died again.

Her eyebrows creased and she huffed loudly.

"Emma you need to get a new car, it's a wonder how you even get to school every day."

Opening the door she stepped out of the car and shut it softly. I watched as she pulled out her phone, typed a number and brought it to her ear. There was something in her voice just then, a hint of over protectiveness perhaps. Her lips moved fast as she seemed to be explaining what was going on, her nose crinkled and her lips pulled tightly together. Ms. Mills nodded once then said okay I think and hung up.

Her eyes met mine and motioned for me to come.

No, it's so cold out there.

Why did I have to say I was warm.

Stupid Emma.

I pushed the car door open and swung my legs out as I did I felt a gently tap against my thigh. My eyes widened and I had to contain a squeal. If that's my dick and it's moving that means I'm soft. Oh thank the Universe for that. With a smile I got out of the car, untied my sweatshirt then put it back on.

"I wouldn't look so happy, it's going to take about 40 minutes for them to get here."

My shoulders dropped.

"I'm sorry apparently it's busy."

I flood of guilt coursed through my body.

"Look Ms. Mills you can go home. Thank you for calling a tow truck company for me I really appreciate it. I wouldn't want you out here waiting with me I'd feel bad. You probably have better things to do then stay with a teenager."

I went to reach for my keys but she pulled her hand away. My eyes met hers and her expression read full on annoyed.

Uh oh, what did I do?

"Emma if you think I'm going to leave you out here by yourself then your crazy. It's only 40 minutes, well now 38. That's puts us at 5:30." she snapped.

Whoa. Okay.

I know she's hot but I don't like getting talked to like that.

"I'm sorry geez, don't bite my fucking head off. I was just saying-"

"And I told you stop assuming you know what I'm going to do. Now lock up your car, grab your backpack, hand me your uniform and walk with me, my car has heat." she stated.

My spunky attitude blew out like a flame. Accepting defeat I dropped my head and did what Ms. Mills asked of me. When I handed her my uniform I kept my eyes down like a remorseful child. Her hand touched mine as she took the clothes and my eyes fluttered shut soaking in the feeling before it was gone.

The wind blew and I shivered as the cold punched my bones. In a swift motion Ms. Mills wrapped her arm around my shoulder pulled me into her side and guided us to her car. Every part of my body came alive buzzing with energy. Every part.

I rolled my eyes at my inability to control myself around this woman. She's just a fucking woman.

"I can drive my car around to be closer to yours if that's what your worried about."

No I'm worried about you seeing my dick pushing through my pants.

"Yea kids can be crazy." I replied instead draping my arms over my groin and wrapped one hand over the other.

If she noticed my tense state or my awkward walk she didn't show any signs of it, and once I succumbed to the fact that my body will most likely act this way as long she touched me I realized we fit well together. I just sort of gelled into her side like a puzzle piece. We made it to her car and just as I was getting use to her body against mine she slowly pulled her arm away, slung my clothes over her shoulder and reached in her purse.

Her Porsche beeped and Ms. Mills pointed her finger to the passenger door. I was the first one to get in placing my backpack on the floor and as softly as possible I sat down in her car, careful not to shake it. As soon as I shut the door her scent clung to my nose suffocating me. My member went rigid and pressed awkwardly against my zipper.

This was a terrible idea.

Finally she opened the back door placed my stuff on the seat releasing some of her smell before she shut the door locking it in again.

Okay get it together.

Act fucking normal.

The tingles won't stop, the way she makes me hard won't stop, the way my hair stands up on end when she's around won't stop so get it the fuck together.

As Ms. Mills opened the front door I took a deep breath before she climbed in, closed the door, and in a sense trapped us. Her slender finger reached for a button by her steering wheel and her Porsche came to life.

"Did you just turn your car on by pressing that?"

"Yea, have you never heard of that?"

"Have you seen my car?"

She laughed once and there was a twinkle in her eye. Turning up the heat she pulled out of her spot and began to drive over to my car. Well not drive, that is what normal people do, she fucking sped like a bat out of hell. My left hand gripped the center console and my right hand fumbled with the seat belt.

A deep belly laugh hit me and I knew she was doing that because of my reaction.

"Not funny. Had I known we'd be doing a stunt driving course I would have never agreed to be in the car with you."

Ms. Mills feigned a hurt look and pouted at me.

Gah, I can't with her. She's too much.

"We're pulling up to your car anyway."

She parked right next to me then took her hands off the wheel and pressed a button dropping her chair back a little. I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned mine back as well. Surrounded by warmth I found myself cuddling into the leather.

"Heated seats will do that to you."

"I could seriously fall asleep right here."

Her giggle reached my ears and I sighed in contentment

"Do your parents know you're still here?"

Shit! Mom and Dad.

I shot up and looked around for my phone finding it in my pocket.

Oh yea. It's dead.

"Um, can I borrow your phone to call them real quick."

"Of course."

Handing me her phone I took it and began to type out my house number. The only one I have memorized. Thank fuck for that. It rang loudly in the car and I winced from the small pain that hit my eardrums.

"Sorry, it's connected to the stereo that has Bluetooth." She said pushing a button on her steering wheel that turned down the volume.

I looked at her 'stereo' and scoffed lightly. Thing was a fucking Ipad. Everything in here was high tech and updated. Man, I'm really out of style.

Even if I was this thing has to be worth half my parents house.

2 rings later and they picked up.

"Swan residence."

"Hey mom, I'm so-"

"Oh Thank God Emma. Where are you, we've been worried sick. David! Don't call the police station, she's on the phone."

Don't call the police station? Guys, don't you think that's a little over board?

"Where are you honey?" dad asked.

"I'm stuck at school. My engine flooded I guess and my phone died."

"Damn it David. I told you we need to get her a new car."

"Ouch, sorry M&M. I'll look at some of the cars we impounded and see if any can clear to sell."

"Dad no! Don't you dare get me some old beat cop car."

"What does it matter as long as it gets you from point A to point B?" Dad dully questioned.

"No, that's what you said about her current car before we got it. This weekend we all go down to the lot and look for a mediocre mode of transportation."

"Thanks Mom, and yes I know what you're going say. With a better car comes payments, I will look for a job next week." I said resting my head on the window.

"Well look who's maturing. So are you on your way home yet? Do you need one of us to come pick you up?"

"No I'm good." the words coming out rushed. "One my teachers called a tow truck for me. It should be here in about 30-ish minutes."

As mom rambled some sort of praise and thanks for that, I gazed out the window watching the clouds change colors and soon those hazel eyes landed on me. Studying me. I could feel her take in the features on my face, down my jaw to my neck, her head tilted as she took in my breasts, then down to my pants, where she stayed.

Why is she looking down there?

Lazily I dropped my head and there it was. In plain sight standing loud and proud was a nice bulge about the size of my fist.

Shit.

Can she see it?

I couldn't take the chance and look at her so instead I crossed my legs laid my arms over my lap and attempted to tune into what my parents were saying holding down the bile rising in my throat.

Stop looking at me.

My breath became shallow.

I needed to calm down before I had a panic attack.

Focus on their voice.

Focus.

"-And dinner should be ready by the time you get home." she finished.

"Okay, thanks guys."

"We love you little one." dad said.

"Love you both too."

Click. Dial tone. Silence.

The tension coming off me was clear. I was just readying myself for the loud shouts, the hurtful words, the look of disgust.

I laughed at an after thought.

She probably thinks it's fake.

Ruby asked me that when I told her first.

'Are you transitioning?'

Fair question but no, this is just me.

Should I just get out of the car now? Seems like a good idea but where would I go? I'm essentially stranded. Propping my elbow on door I rested my chin on the fist I had made and handed back her phone with the other hand.

"Thanks Ms. Mills." I grumbled

The weight from the phone lightened in my hand and her soft fingertips rubbed across mine with the lightest touch. I held back a gasp and kept my eyes on the purple and orange clouds. Her fingers stayed on top of mine for a while. I lost count after 35 seconds.

"Emma, please look at me." her voice was almost unrecognizable it was so...what's the word...kind, soft, pleading? All of the above?

But it's got to be a trap.

With intensity I continued to keep my eyes on the sky. A sigh from her end and soon her light touch was off of mine taking her phone with her. Silently I celebrated my minor victory until I felt those same fingers wrap around my chin. I jumped at the sudden tremor that ripped through my bones and she took that as her opportunity to turn my face and the eyes that I was dreading meeting caught me and I was gone. Ms. Mills was leaning halfway across the center console and her face was only a half foot from mine. Honey brown eyes darted to my lips.

No.

She couldn't.

She wasn't.

She didn't.

She leaned back into her seat never letting her eyes off mine.

"Between you and me." her voice was so fucking husky right now. "Out of school, you can just call me Regina."

Is that it? Really?

Did that mean she didn't see the hard on I have?

Or is she just waiting for a time to embarrass me?

Or…

Is she just an understanding, awesome, sweet, gorgeous person.

"Only if you want to." she added sensing my hesitation.

It would take some getting use to, especially saying it in front of her.

"Thank you Regina for letting me use your phone."

Her smile was slow to come but it did and automatically I smiled back.

"So have you talked to Killian yet?" her voice going back to it's friendly tone acting like whatever happened didn't just happen.

"No. Tomorrow morning."

I relaxed in my seat with my head laying against the comfortable pad behind me still keeping my legs crossed just in case.

"Taking my advice?" Regina teased laying her head back also and then closing her eyes.

"I was already going to before you said. But you may have pushed me into doing it sooner."

I rolled my head to see her shaking shoulders as she chuckled from my words. I should have tore my attention away from her but there I was, drooling like an idiot observing the way streams of sunlight would move across her face. Highlighting the dimples she has on the corner of her mouth and the middle of her cheeks, each hair on her eyebrow laying flat in the same direction sculpting her flawless face.

Also her teeth are straight and perfect.

Just like everything else about her.

I can't believe less than two minutes ago I was going to leave her car off some stupid assumptions.

"Enjoying the view?"

Huh? What?

Lifting her eyelids she tilted her head and gazed into mine. The corner of her mouth lifted drawing me in more.

"Sorry." I apologized quickly and had to force myself to tear my eyes away.

It's a lot tougher than it sounds.

Her stare lingered on me for a moment then she too turned her head. We looked as the sun dipped behind the clouds painting the sky purple and blue.

"You don't get this in the city."

Nodding my head I let my eyes close.

"I bet not, too many tall buildings."

"Definitely. If you get high enough then yea the sky is amazing, but most of the time I was in a class room, or in a subway, or in a cab. It's not like here where you can see it from almost anywhere. So many people take things like this for granted."

The conviction in her voice was admirable. I would probably look at sunsets and sunrises differently from now on.

"Were you born in New York?"

"No I was born in Boston. Graduated, got a job in New York, wanted a change that brought me here."

"What change brought you here?"

Could I be stepping over the boundaries?

"Why does anybody want a change?"

Is that a rhetorical question?

Regina didn't say anything after that and so neither did I. It was obvious maybe I pushed a little too far and if we were going to continue I felt she had to be the one to start.

"Where were you born?"

Good, I didn't fuck up too bad.

"The papers say in Maine and then somehow I got transferred across the U.S and ended up in California."

"What do you mean transferred?"

"I was in the foster care system."

Awkward pause.

Damn, I could have sugar coated that better.

I heard her shift in her seat but didn't open my eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

My heart pulled at the ache in her voice.

"Don't be. I'm lucky I ended up in the family I did."

When she didn't respond I drifted my eyes open and found her eyebrows furrowed with her lips placed in a frown. Instantly I reached my hand over to touch her shoulder and she jumped under my grasp. I pulled my hand back at the reaction.

Hm, maybe she didn't like to be touched.

Brown eyes met mine as she attempted to smile.

"Seriously it's okay. Don't feel bad for me. There are a ton of other kids out there who were and are in worse positions than I was."

Crinkling her nose Regina shook her head.

"It's just disappointing to hear. I mean, who wouldn't want you."

Regina's remark opened an old wound and at the same kissed it to make it better. It's not her fault, it just makes me question was I not good enough?

"I'm happy you ended up with a loving a family." she finally said with a smile but her tone was deflated.

"I am too. They are seriously the greatest."

Seeing her bummed out was depressing. I needed to change the subject before my past hung over us like a dark cloud.

"So you and Roland?"

Her head shot over to me and a puzzled look flashed over her face before she placed her mask on grinned slowly shifting back to her old self.

I knew it. That kid could make anybody smile.

"He's very bright and very active."

"Well he takes after his mother that way."

Shit.

Why did I just say that?

Regina's face went from surprised to confused, a hint of realization, then twisted into abhorrence.

"You think that-wait-do you..."

She couldn't even get the words out.

Swan you've done it now.

"Him and me?"

I shrugged my shoulders. She probably wants an explanation.

"You and Coach just seemed so close and Roland sorta looks like you." I rambled on dropping my head and playing with my hands.

"Emma!" Regina shrieked.

Which in any other moment I would have found cute.

"No, he's my cousin. That's just...no."

It was quiet before I heard a light chuckle that turned into a laugh that rolled into a cackle only Regina could make sexy. I lifted my head and sure enough she was turning red in the drivers seat from laughing so hard. She brought her hand to cover her eyes and the vein in her neck bulged for some reason turning me on.

Yup, I deserved this.

When she calmed down I spoke.

"You can't blame me. How was I suppose to know."

I went to playfully push her, but she was quicker than me and swatted my hand away. For a moment everything moved in slow motion. Regina's wavy brown hair flew in front of her face, dropping her head to the side she tossed it out of the way showing me her eyes again. A swirl of objection and confidence glittered deep in her honey pools as she challenged me to do something.

What it was...I didn't know.

The rumbling of the tow truck pulled into the lot bringing us back to the reason we were here in the first place. Regina cleared her throat, reset her seat then got out of the car waving the person over. They got out and a short, stubby man with his belly hanging out of his shirt stomped out his cigarette then looked her up and down.

Please don't make me drive in the truck with that guy.

I thought she was going to do something like bite his head off for being so obvious about his attraction to her but instead she placed her hand on his shoulder pointed to my car and professionally explained the situation. She was amazing. He nodded once and soon she was gliding back to me. Moving my seat upright I unfolded my legs then placed my backpack on my lap.

Regina opened the door and her eyes dropped to my bag for a second before her attention was brought back to me.

"I'm going to have you ride in the car with me and he's going to follow."

She reached in and pushed the power button.

"When the menu pops up on the screen type in your address."

Reaching for her purse, she took out her wallet and smoothly closed the door. Is she paying for me?

I didn't like that feeling of being in debt to someone. I would have to pay her back somehow.

Good thing I'm looking for a job soon.

Fumbling with her stupid touch screen and after a bunch of 'fucks' I finally reached the GPS. I typed in my address and it pulled up right before she got back in.

"You ready?" Regina asked with her hair slightly array.

No, can we just stay?

"Yup."

After the guy hooked up my car we drove off. I could tell it was a struggle for her to drive the speed limit. At times she would huff, or scoff when the guy didn't make the yellow light, even mutter some words I'm sure were along the lines of asshole and dick. 10 minutes later we pulled into my neighborhood with the thunderous truck behind us.

My area was quiet, so this was a little embarrassing.

We reached my house but she parked just beyond it so the tow truck driver had enough room to pull up.

"Cute neighborhood." Regina commented looking around at the houses.

I smiled at her and nodded my head.

"Thanks for everything. I'm sorry you had to stay after school. How much was it?"

Regina held up her hand and shook her head.

"Don't worry about it. I won't be sure yet anyway until he adds up the mileage."

"I'm not that type of person. Text me how much when you find out and I'll work on paying you back."

I made my voice sound strong. I will not budge on this.

Sensing my stubborn attitude Regina crossed one arm around her waist, propped the other on her hand and curled her fingers around her lips. Her thumb swiftly glided under her chin as her eyebrow rose.

"How about this, mid terms are coming up which means projects and reports. I won't have much time to eat. When you can maybe you could bring me some food, part of your payment could be you hanging out with me while I tediously run through the task of grading papers."

I scrunched my eyebrows.

"That doesn't seem fair."

Turning off the car, she took off her seat belt then leaned her elbow on the center console.

"I don't eat fast food. I eat actual meals."

With her cleavage pushing out of her shirt I'm finding it hard to say no.

"How many times would I be doing this?"

Regina bit her lip then smiled.

"I will accept your wishes and text you tonight after I have figured it out."

I thought it over for a minute but when nothing else besides money that didn't have came to mind I stuck out my hand waiting for her to shake on it. With a crooked grin she grasped it of course sending shocks throughout my body.

"Go inside and I'll help him finish up out here."

Saddened by her statement I let go giving reality the chance to sink in. I get it. Our time for today is over.

Like we'd been friends forever she reached to hug me from her side of the car. Her hands gripped on to my back and when the stun was over my hand lifted and I placed it in between her shoulders.

"Goodnight Emma."

A whisper so sweet, so taunting, so delicious a quiet moan slipped from my throat.

Regina pulled back all too soon then winked at me. I grinned back then got out of the car. I walked around the back of it to grab my things.

"Goodnight Regina."

Then I shut the door and headed to my house with the smell of her perfume clinging to me. I could ask my parents for the money but I'm to prideful for that. Even though they'll ask who paid for it. Grabbing my keys from my pocket I stepped inside and smelled a bunch of flavors in the air.

Mmm.

Hamburgers?

Mom walked around the corner looking relieved I had made it home. Wrapping me in a big hug she told me how happy she was to see me. I tried to stay present but my mind kept drifting back to Regina.

I wondered when I went upstairs and looked out my window if I would still see her white Porsche sitting outside.