Chapter 3

A few days later, following Emma's failed attempt to take out the brunette beauty. Regina was walking out of a store only to find that same infuriating blonde leaning against her car.

"Nice car," Emma commented. "Vintage fenders."

"Are you following me?" the brunette accused.

Emma laughed, pointing behind her. "I was in the laundromat. I saw your car. I came over to say hi."

"Hi," came the bland retort.

"Not a big talker huh?"

"Depends on the topic. My fenders don't really whip me into a verbal frenzy."

The blonde smiles, genuinely. "You're not afraid of me, are you?"

This confuses Regina, "Afraid of you? Why would I be afraid of you?"

"Well most people are."

"Well I'm not."

"Well, maybe you're not afraid of me," Emma admitted, a slow smirk taking over her face. "But I'm sure you've thought about me naked, amirite?"

"Am I that transparent?" the brunette gasps out, fanning herself. "I want you, I need you. Oh baby. Oh. Baby," she forcefully pushed the blonde out of the way so she could get into her car.

Emma watches on amused as she revs her car before backing out, only to be blocked by Killian's sports car. He doesn't care, as he stays blocking her, and exits his car.

"What is it ? Asshole day?" Regina yells out, throwing her hands up. "Do you mind?!"

"Not at all," Killian says brightly, walking into a nearby store.

This makes her set her face into a determined glare as she backs up quickly, effectively crashing her 'vintage fenders' into the door of her enemy's car.

Not gonna lie, Emma thought with a smirk. That's pretty hot.

The aforementioned enemy immediately rushes out with his hands in his hair as he sees the damage, "You bitch!"

Regina shrugged. "Woops?" before driving away.

-TTIHAY-

"Woops?!" Cora exclaimed, pacing as her eldest daughter sat calmly on the couch. "My insurance does not cover PMS."

She inspected her fingernails. "Well, then tell them I had a seizure."

The mother sighed, tiredly. "Is this about college? Are you punishing me because I want you to stay close to home?"

"Are you punishing me because daddy left?" came the cold reply.

"You think you could leave him out of this?"

"Fine. Then stop making decisions for me."

"I'm your mother," Cora said defiantly. "That's my right."

Regina replied in shock, "So what I want doesn't matter?!"

Her mother shook her head. "You're eighteen, you don't know what you want. And you won't know what you want until you're forty-five. And if you get it, you'll be too old to use it."

"I want to go to the school of my choice!" Regina ranted. "I want you to trust me to make my own decisions. And I want you to stop trying to control my life just because you can't control yours."

"Oh yeah? Well you know what I want?-" Cora began, but was cut off by her phone beeping. Sighing, she read the message, then looked back to her daughter with a sigh. "We'll continue this later."

"Can't wait," came the unenthusiastic reply.

-TTIHAY-

Emma whistled as she shut her locker, revealing Killian's angry face as he glared at her. "When I shell out 50, I expect results."

"Yeah, I'm on it," she said, nonchalantly.

"Watching that bitch violate my car doesn't count as a date."

She pulled a stick of gum out of its wrapper and put it in her mouth speaking as she began to chew, "I just upped my price."

Killian laughed. "What?"

"A hundred bucks a date," she said. Popping her gum. "In advance."

He shook his head, "Forget it."

"Forget her sister then," she said smiling cheekily.

Killian thinks for a moment, and frustratingly pulls a fifty from his wallet. "You better hope you're as smooth as you think you are, Swan."

Emma takes the money with a grin.

-TTIHAY-

Robin and Henry sat in his room as they listened to music. They both jumped at the sound of the bedroom door slamming open.

"I know what you did," Emma stated, ignoring Robin and walking directly in front of her brother. "You got Killian Jones involved with your little Mills scheme."

"I was desperate!" Henry exclaimed. "Plus, now you can't say you won't be getting anything out of it."

"I'm just surprised you're all falling over yourselves over this chick," she said. "She have beer flavored nipples or something?"

"Don't talk about her like that!" her brother said, beginning to get annoyed.

Robin decided to interject. "Look, I think it's safe to say Henry's love for Violet is pure. Way purer than Killian Jones's."

Emma shrugged, pretending to be indifferent. "Look, I'm in on this for the cash. Jones can plow whoever he wants."

Henry glared at her. "There will be no plowing!"

She laughed as she ruffled his hair. "I'm just kidding."

"It's not funny."

"Yes well, neither is this whole situation," Emma answered. "So are you two gonna help me tame the wild beast?" referring to the sassy Regina.

"We'll do some research," Robin grinned. "We'll find out what she likes."

Henry nodded. "Yeah! Hopefully we can get her to like you before Will Scarlett's big party."

-TTIHAY-

In the halls of Storybrooke High stood Killian as he showed some glamour model photos to Violet. "Okay love, now this is important, which one do you like better?"

Violet glanced at the photos. They were literally the same. "Uh, the right one?"

He glances at it and nods. "Yeah it's more…"

"Pensive?"

"Damn, I was going for thoughtful," he said, missing the roll of her eyes. "Anyway, you going to Will Scarlett's thing on Friday night?"

That made her smile flirtatiously. "Yeah, I might."

He grinned. "Good. You know I'm not gonna bother if you won't be there."

-TTIHAY-

Henry and Violet met up after school and were taking a walk around the campus, conveniently no one was around.

"So have you heard about Will Scarlett's party?" he asked shyly.

Violet pouted. "Yes. And I really, really, really wanna go, but I can't. Unless my sister goes."

"Yeah I know," he said. "I'm working on that. But so far she's not going for the girl I got…" maybe she's not a lesbian? he thought. "She is a ..?"

"KD Lang fan?" Violet asked with a laugh. "Hell yes. I caught her making out with our neighbor Mallory a couple years back. Not to mention I found a picture of a half naked Scarlett Johansson in her drawer once. She's definitely harboring same-sex tendencies."

"Okay then cool," he smiled, his sister totally had a chance. "So Scarlett Johansson… is that the kind of girl she likes? Blonde and pretty?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. All I've ever heard her say is that she'd die before dating anybody that smokes."

Henry stored that away mentally. "Okay. Alright… what else?"

"You're asking me to investigate the inner workings of my sister's twisted mind? I don't think so," she scoffed.

"Well nothing else has worked, we need to go behind enemy lines here."

-TTIHAY-

A couple hours later, Henry watched as Violet went through her sister's room, looking for anything useful. "Okay here we go," she said, walking over with a handful of things and giving them to the boy one by one, "Class schedule, reading list, date book, concert tickets, ah ha! Black panties!"

A little uncomfortable, Henry asks, "What does that tell us?"

"She wants to have sex some day, that's what."

He got flustered. "She could just like the color."

She shook her head. "You don't buy black lingerie unless you want someone to see it."

"Oh," Henry said, then boldly added, "So uh, can I see your room?"

Now Violet got flustered. "Uh no. A girl's room is very personal."

-TTIHAY-

"Why can't we just talk to your sister at your house?" Robin said, as he worriedly looked around the biker bar Henry had dragged him to. "This place is gross. Don't touch anything. You may get hepatitis."

Henry rolled his eyes. "Emma won't be back home till late. She always does this to piss off our parents. It's just easier to come to her, trust me," he looked around then pointed across the room. "She's over there, come on."

Emma was playing pool by herself, but looked up when she sensed the two boys nearing her. She wasn't surprised that they were there. Once Henry put his mind to something he didn't waste any time. "So what you've got for me?" she asked them, before chugging the rest of her beer. Fake IDs are the best, she thought as she savored the taste of her beer..

"Just one question before we start," Robin said curiously. "Should you be drinking alcohol when you don't have a liver?"

"What?" This dude is weird, she thought as she took out a cigarette to rest between her lips. She started patting her pockets as she looked for her lighter.

"Nothing, nevermind," Robin said, embarrassed.

"First thing," Henry started, getting down to business. "Regina hates smokers," he said, taking the cigarette from his sister's mouth and dropping it on the floor.

"You're telling me I'm a," she grimaced as if she had a bad taste in her mouth. "A non smoker?"

"Yeah but just for now," Robin supplied, trying to get in the girl's good graces.

"There's another problem," Henry continued. "Violet said that Regina likes 'pretty' types."

Silence.

"Are you telling me I'm not pretty?" Emma asked, daring the boys to further insult her.

Robin, seeing another chance to kiss ass, rushed, "You're very pretty! You're gorgeous."

"I wasn't sure," Henry said, holding his hands up. Couldn't hurt you to clean up a bit Emma. "Anyway, like I was saying, Regina likes: Thai food, feminist prose, and angry girl music of the indie-rock persuasion. Here's a list of CDs she has in her room."

Emma takes the list and reads it over. "So what? I'm supposed to buy her some noodles and a book and sit around listening to chicks who can't play their instruments, right?"

"Have you ever been to Club Skunk?" Robin asked.

Emma made a face. "I can't be seen at Club Skunk."

"You have to," Henry pleaded. "Her favorite band is playing there tomorrow night. She's got tickets."

"Just assail your ears for one night," Robin added, sympathetically patting Emma on the back. She glared at him and he stopped sheepishly.

"She has a pair of black underwear, if that helps," Henry added.

This made the blonde girl raise an eyebrow and smirk.