With the grace and stealth of a large, blind elephant, Emma tip-toed back to Regina's room, not daring to enter just yet.

You could just wait outside your own room, then she'll have to get her own key eventually. But then Merida and Elsa might run into me... and that wouldn't be nearly as much fun.

So, with a shaky resolve, Emma stepped into room 119 and shut the door.

Regina was simply sitting on the floor, cross-legged, swinging the key from her finger lazily. "It's about time, Emma." she said.

"Can you give me my key back?" Emma asked, leaning on the door and holding Regina's key out in her own palm.

"I could've given you your key out in the hallway. You must know that I want something." Regina pointed out.

Ever the damn seductress.

"Look, um, we have to be at the common room pretty soon. So can you just please-"

"Could I please... what?" Regina interrupted and smirked.

"You know what I mean!" Emma was getting frustrated.

"I like it when you're mad." Regina whispered, standing up slowly. "Your face turns the shade of apples." she walked up into Emma's personal space, "And I like apples."

Emma took a deep breath. This is not how this is supposed to be. You have to get out, Swan!

With a self-control Emma didn't know she possessed, Emma snatched the key dangling from Regina finger and dropped the one she was holding. She hurriedly grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, and flew out the door, running down the hall and out of her view.

Panting, Emma leaned on a wall, clutching her stomach. What did you just do? You denied sexy action from the girl of your dreams! Idiot! Counselors walked past, daring small glances her way. She ignored them and got up, pocketing her key. What would Regina think about all this? Emma looked back, hoping she wouldn't see the brunette chasing after her. She wasn't. Maybe Emma would get lucky and not run into her for the rest of the weekend. Then she wouldn't have to deal with this shit anymore.

With a last shake of her head, she walked toward the common room, not really looking forward to listening to anymore inspirational speeches. Emma Swan didn't need inspiration. She needed a good, long nap, and a couple bars of chocolate.

…

They were all just getting to bed when the bad news hit. Well, bad news for Emma, but just gossip for everyone else. The announcement rang through the whole building:

"Emma Swan, please report to the Head Counselor's Office. Again, Emma Swan, report to the Head Counselor's Office. Thank you."

Emma's heart stopped beating, and she frantically ran her fingers through her hair and paced wildly. What did you do? What did you do? Did they find the gum under my seat during the discussion? Is my mom okay? Who died? Did I brush my teeth enough?

Emma started the walk down to the counselor's quarters. The head counselor's office was nestled in there somewhere, but she never thought she'd have to go in there. Is it a he or a she? Are they scary? Will they rap my knuckles or some crap like that?

She opened the door, rubbing her hands on her jeans, then searched the board for the room number of the office. Upon finding the location, she walked down the hall and turned at the right spot, knocking softly.

"Come in," a woman's voice said.

Emma pulled open the door and peered inside cautiously. For the second time that day, her heart stopped. There was a friendly-looking woman in a checkered shirt behind a desk, and in front of the desk sat none other than Regina Mills.

And some weird old guy next to her.

Emma shut the door and waited expectantly at the entrance.

"Go ahead and sit down, Emma." the woman said politely, "My name's Jennifer."

Emma sat down and looked around at the office. Regular white walls, bookshelves with nameless novels, clean carpet, and multiple mug circles on the desk.

"We have something to talk about, Emma." Jennifer said. "It's come to my attention that you may have some certain feelings for Regina here."

Emma furrowed her brow in confusion.

"Regina says you may have... attacked her." Jennifer said, trying to tread lightly.

At this point, Emma whirled to look at Regina. She had an innocent look on her face, but underneath, Emma could see the smirk. She played me! Oh, that bitch! That must be her father next to her. Merida and Elsa warned me about her telling her father everything... she didn't like that I refused her... I got on her bad side...

"Yes, miss, I was just sitting in my room when Emma barged in and tried to kiss me." Regina pretended to tear up.

"Oh, honey, it's okay." Regina's father patted her shoulder, "We're going to get this girl the right punishment." he glared at Emma.

"What's your side of the story?" Jennifer asked Emma.

"I... I..." Emma said. I can't risk defying her with her father right there. Oh shit, I'm so screwed. "I.. that's true." Emma hung her head in mock shame.

"Thank you for your honesty." Jennifer said, as if they were in a Candor court. "Now, of course, we have to take measures to make sure this doesn't happen again, don't we?" her voice was a sickly sweet.

"Yes." Emma murmured.

"I say she be sent home." Regina's father said matter-of-factly.

"Well..." Jennifer tried to protest.

"No." Regina's father said firmly. "I will not have my daughter in an unsafe situation here. I want her out."

"I acknowledge your wishes, sir, but-" Jennifer said.

"It's settled. She's going home tonight." Regina's father stood up, making the matter final. It was clear that he had a lot of power anywhere he went.

Emma sighed. At least she could go home.

Regina and her father left, and Jennifer continued to talk with Emma about arrangements. They'd get her home, and her mother wouldn't have to make another trip.

So Emma packed her things, with many sad stares from Merida and Elsa, and got in the van to go home.

While the car was bumping along the highway, Emma reached in her pocket for her phone, and with it, out came a small slip of paper:

Call me.

Emma nearly gasped and turned it over to find a number.

Regina's number.