Chapter Five Sharing Day

~Emma's POV~

Emma had gotten up a little earlier than usual because she was supposed to meet Ruby at the coffee shop near their dorm room. So as Emma laid in her bed, thinking of what to wear for class today she just remembered last night that she had a poem that was due for her poetry class. Emma hadn't even began writing it at all until then. Too worried about her 'Secret Admirer' and the poems that he had been writing to her. She still couldn't figure out who could be the one who was writing them and leaving them for her. She thought at first that it was Robin, but she figured that he couldn't have done it since he didn't look like the type that would do something like that.

Emma stretched her limbs while still in bed and smiled to herself. Maybe having a 'secret admirer' wasn't too bad. She kind of liked the thrill of trying to figure out who it could be and perhaps she would just have to repay him for all of the poems that he had written for her so far. Emma finally decided to leave her bed to get dressed, seeing that it was still too early to head to class. Getting out of bed, she headed to her closet to see what she could wear today. Her closet wasn't much compared to what Ruby's closet looked like. She didn't have clothes that would reveal her assets like Ruby did. Shaking her head she decided on a plain outfit for today that included a pair of faded skinny jeans with a black tank top and a flannel shirt to go over it. Once she was dressed and ready to meet Ruby, she grabbed her bag, phone and keys then headed out the door. Emma walked the short distance to the coffee shop and spotted Ruby sitting in the booth closest to the door. Ruby saw her and waved her over.

"Hey there, Ems and good morning." Ruby said as she pushed her coffee over to her with a smile.

"Morning to you too." Emma said as she took a sip of the coffee that Ruby got her. "You're just lucky I love you enough to get up extra early to have coffee with you this morning or I would still be in bed." She said with a teasing tone to her voice.

Ruby just laughed at her and shook her head. "That's right you do love me and I want to know more about this 'secret admirer' of yours." She said as she used air quotes for that part. Emma just shook her head at her friend/roommate.

"Of course you wanna know more about him. I do myself." She said taking another sip of her coffee. "That is the thing, though. I know nothing about him except that he likes to write poems to me and that he is into me." Emma said.

Once they finished their coffees, they had to get to class. As soon as Emma got into class and took her seat in the back, her instructor had walked in to begin classes.

"Good morning class." Ms. Frost said to the class. "I hope you are all prepared to read your assignments today." She had said. She knew she only gave them a few days to write a poem that expressed themselves.

Emma remembered at the last minute last night to do her poem and hoped that itwas good enough to read out loud to the class. She always hated these assignments where you had to read in front of the whole class. She was the type who always tried not to be noticed, but apparently that wasn't the case since she had been getting secret poems from some 'secret admirer'. Emma dug into her bag for her notebook that had the poem in it, hoping that she didn't get called on first to read it. She wanted to make sure that there were no mistakes before she actually went up to read it. The whole class was doing the exact same thing as she was. Ms. Frost was looking around at the class trying to choose the first student to read their poem.

"Now remember class. The poem that you have written doesn't have to bea long one. Just one that represents you in a way." Ms. Frost explained. "You will be graded on this as it is your first assignment of the year and you will be doing something along the lines of writing poetry or short stories for this class."

~Killian's POV~

Everyone just nodded their heads as they all read through their poems. Then Robin decided that since no one had volunteered to go first that he would go to get it over with. Killian just raised a brow at his friend and watched as he walked up to the front. The teacher looked over to him and smiled.

"Ah, I see that we have a volunteer to go first." She said as she sat down at her desk. "Please feel free to start whenever you're ready, Mr. Locksley."

Robin smiled and nodded his head. "Thank you, Ms. Frost." He said and began reading his poem. Killian sat back to listen. He never knew that Robin had that type of talent in writing. He was good, but not as good as himself.

As soon as Robin was finished reading, the class all clapped in response to his poem. "Thank you, Robin. That was a great poem. You get an A for that one." Ms. Frost said with a smile. "Do we have anyone else that wants to go next?" She asked as she looked around the class.

Suddenly, one by one each student got up and read their poems and after they were done Ms. Frost graded them. Some of them got A's others got B's and some had a lower grade. Apparently, some of the students that read them either had gotten it from an author or copied it from someone else. She had to assign those students something else to get their grades up. Even though it's just the beginning of the school year, she didn't want to see any of her students failing just yet.

After everyone had read their poems, the only two who were left were Emma and Killian. Killian was surprised to see that Emma was waiting until the very last student to read hers. Emma sighed and took a deep breath, but before she was able to get up and head to the front of the class, Killian was already up there.

Killian had turned around to look at his teacher holding his poem in his hand. "I know you wanted us to write a poem that has to do with us, but to tell you the truth, I didn't want to do that…" He said. Then turning around to face his classmates; he gave them a small smile. "I had a few poems that I wrote awhile ago and just wanted to read one of them." He explained.

On the wings of an eagle,

My love for you flies.

Soaring higher and higher,

And touching the skies.

I reached up above,

And pulled a star from the sky.

To place it within,

Your precious mind's eye.

To dwell there forever,

As my love for you.

On the wings of our love,

Enduring and true.

I honor you my darling,

With all that I am.

Please darling please,

Will you be mine forever?

There are so many things,

My heart wants to say.

I love you sweetheart,

There is no other way.

Killian walked back to his seat as the students all just stared at him with silence. He went to his seat and sat down. Robin leaned in to whisper to him. "That was a deep poem that you read. But I have a feeling that was towards the lovely Swan girl that is sitting a couple seats down from us." He said as he looked over towards Emma's seat.

Killian rolled his eyes and just shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe it was for her and maybe it's not. You will never know unless you can figure it out." He said with a smirk on his face. He then turned to the front of the class where Ms. Frost was sitting. She was marking in her book a grade for each of the students that have done their poems so far. "Very good, Mr. Jones." She said with a smile. "That one was… very romantic." She complimented on his poem.

She then looked through the names and saw that Emma hadn't done hers yet. She looked up and searched the room for her and her eyes landed on Emma's in the back of the room. "Ms. Swan? I believe you're the only one that hasn't yet read your poem." She said as she folded her hands together. "Please come on up and read your poem to the class." She said as she motioned for her to come up.

~Emma's POV~

Emma took a deep breath and then let it out. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go up and read her poem out loud to her class. She never actually liked public speaking in the first place, but she had no choice in doing it. She grabbed her notebook and walked up to the front of the class. She stood in front of Ms. Frost's desk and looked up at the everyone. Giving them a small smile she began.

I am me

There will not ever be anyone like me,

I am special because I am unique.

I am stardust and dreams.

I am light.

I am love and hope.

I am hugs and sometimes tears.

I am the words "I love you"

I am swirls of blue, green, red, yellow, purple,

Orange, and the colors no one can name.

I am the sky, the sea, the earth.

I trust yet I fear.

I hide yet I don't hold anything back.

I am free.

I am a child becoming an adult.

I am me and me is just right.

After she had read it, she closed her notebook and started to head back to her seat. Ms. Frost called for her and she stopped before getting to her seat. "Ms. Swan. I would like to see you after class. Please stay in your seat when everyone else leaves." Ms. Frost said with a smile on her face. Emma nodded her head and turned to head to her seat.

Once Emma had sat down, she put her notebook away and waited until class was done. She didn't like the fact that Ms. Frost wanted her to stay after class to talk with her. She hoped that she didn't do anything wrong with her poem. It was something that she had wrote herself last night.

~Killian's POV~

As Emma was walking up to the front of the instructor's desk, he had kept his eyes on her the whole time as she made her way up to the front. Killian had a poem already written out the night before after he got his for this class done. He was hoping to either leave it on her desk and head out of the room or to slip it through her locker. He got into listening to her read out her poem and never had the chance after she had finished. He looked around and noticed that she was headed back to her desk, but then Ms. Frost wanted to see her after class. T

As she finished her poem and headed back to her desk after the instructor asked to see her after class, he knew that he had time to be able to slip the poem into her locker. Killian just smiled at the thought and Robin gave him a concerned look at what he was thinking.

"Yo! Mate. I know that look on your face. You have something planned for that Swan girl." Robin said with a knowing look. "Let me guess you already have a poem written out for her and you're going to slip it into her locker while the instructor talks to her after class."

Killian gave him a wink and then a nod. "You, my friend, are right about that. I have here in my hand…" He said as he held of the poem. "… the poem that I have written for her. I was going to place it on her desk while she was reading her poem, but I just couldn't." He said as he was looking over at Emma as he was speaking. Robin understood what he was saying. "So you have fallen for her and you haven't even said one word to her since you're in the same class." Robin teased.

"Ha ha ha. You can laugh it up all you want, mate. When I'm good and ready I will relieve myself to her, but for now I'm enjoying writing these poems to her." Killian said with a smirk on his face.

~Emma's POV~

It was theend of the class and everyone except Emma gathered their things and left the room. Emma was still sitting at her desk after the last student left. She couldn't understand why she had to stay after class. She had another one after this that she had to get to.

She texted Ruby letting her know that she would be running late to their class and told herto let the instructor know that Ms. Frost was keeping her to talk to her about something. She wasn't sure what, but she guessed she would find out.

Ms. Frost headed over to her desk after closing the door. "Ah! Emma. I'm sorry to have to keep you, but I have already informed your instructor in your next class that you will be late." Ms. Frost explained. She sat in a desk next to Emma's and folded her hands together. "I wanted to talk to you about something." By the look on Emma's face she knew that Emma thought that she was in trouble. Shaking her head at the reason she began to explain more. "You're not in trouble. It's just that the poem you have read in class today was very well written. And I wanted to know if I could show the other instructors that poem." She said with a smile. "Us instructors had a bet of some sort going around as to who would have the best one and apparently we were all wrong." She said. Then she stood up and walked over to her desk to grab a flyer.

Emma watched her instructor and cocked a brow in her direction trying to figure out what she was doing and the main reason why she had to stay.

Ms. Frost began to explain to Emma why she was here. "Well actually another student in my class was second best at his poem, but it seems that yours was better." Ms. Frost explained as Emma took the flyer from Ms. Frost.

Emma continued to listen to her instructor as she examined the flyer. The flyer was for apoetry contest; whenEmma finished looking at it, she glanced overat her instructor. "What does this have to do with me, though?" Emma asked as she waved the flyer between them.

"Well I was hoping that you could write another one and submit it for the contest." Ms. Frost said with a smile. "I just thought that it would be great if one of the students here at the University entered and received the reward money to help with remodeling some of these buildings. Or you; yourself could use the money for something more important to you. Like books or using it towards tuition." She explained to Emma. Once she got done talking, she looked down at Emma with a small smile and waited for an answer. Then she added: "You don't have to, Emma, if you don't want to. It was just a suggestion." Ms. Frost said.

Emma smiled and then shook her head. "I'm sorry, Ms. Frost, but I'm not interested in this contest right now. It's only the beginning of the semester and these classes just started. I need to focus on my classes before I can do anything else." Emma explained as she handed the flyer back to her instructor.

Ms. Frost smiled and nodded her. "I understand, Emma." She said as she took the flyer back from Emma and placed it on the desk in front of her. "But you know where to find me if you do change your mind." She said as she stood up and walked to the door.

Emma followed her and headed out of the room towards her locker. She apparently missed her next class so she decided to just head to her locker to get books for the next classes that she had. As she walked down the hall and towards her locker she was still thinking about her 'secret admirer'. She still hadn't figured out who it could be. She got to her locker and as she opened it up, there was yet another poem inside waiting for her.r