(A/N: *Tips Fedora* Welcome back folks... I hope you're feeling nice and have had a nice day~ Doesn't everyone deserve one? :P
Just to let you know so that you won't be confused, this is within the same time frame as Chapter III: Ignorance is Bliss. The previous chapter was like a day after Chapter II: Good Deeds. Thanks.
Also, i'm probably not even going to have time to update a lot, because i'm sort of banned from using my computer for a few days/weeks (which is why I'm updating a bit early). *.* I'll type up as many stories as I can and update with multiple chapters, I think. Lol, I shouldn't even be here.
Warnings: Some swearing. You'll see what I mean. Other stuff you don't really have to worry about...
Disclaimer: DON'T OWN!
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Of course she would be here, of all places. Of fucking course she would.
I mean, it wasn't like he didn't want these girly lovesick feelings he had like when a stereotypical teenage schoolgirl flopped and swooned and sighed as her cwushy-wushy walked down the school corridors, right?
Damn did he have a imagination. Or watched one too many chick-flicks. Either assumption was fine.
Killian clenched his lawyer folder closer to his thigh, walking briskly. He realised though that her lovely face appearing at this place was just his eyes playing tricks on him like the day he seemed to have hungrily admired her from afar in the park, or just plain coincidence, fate laughing in his face as he was probably never going to see this girl ever, ever again. He thought the latter repeatedly in his head, and that seemed to help him clear his mind.
He smiled amiably to the working lawyers, detectives and few attorneys around him, almost everyone watching him like a hawk. The ladies watched him carefully, one short redhead one looking at him in a daze, drooling quite a bit on her empty fuchsia work folder. How Killian wished to just make her stop. Well, even though it made no dent or change to him in any way, it sort of irked him in a way to get something all ruined for no particular reason. He didn't know why or how that made sense.
The men didn't seemed to be so happy about it. Death glares were sent from one end of the facility to the next that it was almost scary. And he felt sorry for that Sony laptop. It was so innocent. But seriously, that was just a waste of time and technology. He wasted it on jealousy, that poor fool.
Her grass-green emerald eyes seemed to watch every move he made, every muscle tension he had, as if he were some sort of thing he could work on, or perhaps he was some statue in an art museum. Killian didn't exactly know what to think or say as she stared at him, shocked as he was not only five minutes before. So he just walked up to the desk of Miss Regina Mill's desk, a D.A. (District Attorney). She looked like she ran the place anyway. Mill's and Co. being the name of the place and all.
Miss Mills didn't seem to be so pleased in his presence, though.
"I don't want to see you anywhere near this place ever again, Pretty Boy." She glared death rays at him. Killian smiled with mock-pleasure.
"That's just too bad, isn't it lass? But you won't have a problem with me at all. You admitted i'm pretty. Attractive, even, Don't attempt to deny it, love." Even though he had no interest in the raven-haired woman, the cerulean-eyed man just smiled in childlike glee as she fumed while he went to take a seat in the waiting area.
But he was bored. Bored out of his mind.
So he made unfortunate small talk with a horribly-shaven man to his left, who was staring at him like he was a dead rat the cat had dragged in. Sheesh, why did everyone hate him so much today?
But Miss Mills' cranky demanding voice rang out from the other end of the facility disturbed his conversation with this jealous, ugly monkey (he couldn't sound nice any way he said, honestly!).
"Miss Swan, if you'd be ever be so polite and focus on your lovely stack and schedules instead of Mr Cassidy's new client, that'd be great!"
He smirked half-heartedly as the girl he had seemingly stalked shoved down a faint blush, rolling her eyes.
Then he looked at this 'Mr. Cassidy' guy. From just a look, Killian could just tell he was another guy who hated him. All he could do was sigh. He was pretty much used to it now.
But his faith in life was regained as he squinted to see Miss Swan's plaque on her little work-table. The beautiful, smart, strange lass had just been swept into his life in a whirlwind, and hell did he almost regret seeing her lovely face. Her lovely smile.
Her name was Emma Swan.
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(A/N: Hey! This is the end of the chapter! ;p; Sorry, I just had to remind myself, as writing for this story is so addicting for some reason, like it's some sort of drug and I can't get enough (DON'T DO DRUGS, KIDS!). I love it that much. Aah. (*screams internally*)
I don't know when I'm coming back. Hopefully by the end of this week?)
Live well and hope, hope, hope for the next instalment of...
~ Looking After You ~