-REGINA P.O.V-
Lips, my lips are still tingling. I can't believe that just happened. I, I liked it. I can't like it. No, I refuse. She's a student. MY student, and I can't just transfer her out of my class, it's too late in the year. When I first saw the drawings I knew, I just knew I was the one she liked, her drawing was great though.
Shit, I have to be alone with her at lunch tomorrow. 'Why did she have to do that?' I thought as I went to my room, it's a big room with silver walls, white trimmings and French like purple art on the walls; I have a king size bed in the same deep purple. I just stare at this room in admiration, it's so beautiful.
I lay in my bed and let out a huff of air, "why would she do that." I can't stop thinking about her.
I didn't sleep well last night; I got two hours at the most. I have to be in the dining hall in three minutes for breakfast. I slowly walked down, and took a seat at the teacher's side. "Hey, miss?" a voice called. I turned around to see August. "Hello, August. What's up?" he looked down at his feet. "I had a lot of trouble with the homework last night, and I'm sorry if I fail." He looked so upset. At that moment an idea popped into my head "why don't you meet me at lunch and I'll work on it with you. I won't grade it until after lunch. How does that sound?" he smiled and I smiled back. I looked over at Emma's table. She looked just as nervous as I feel. Then she turned her head and looked at me, we made eye contact and I thought about the kiss again. Why did she have to do that?
The bell rang and I walked to the classroom I got there first and sat at my desk, just waiting for the students to walk in. Emma walked in, clutching Neal's hand and avoiding eye contact with me.
-EMMA P.O.V-
God this is weird. She's looking at me. Why did I do that? I finally let go of Neal's sweaty hand and sat in the back of the room with him, he was talking and I was thinking about the kiss, how soft her lips are and how much I want to do it again.
Throughout homeroom we kept making eye contact. "Okay guys, you can leave." She said. Everyone got up and walked out. "Want me to walk you to your next class?" Neal asked. "No it's okay." I gave him a quick unsatisfying kiss and then let him leave. "Can I talk to you?" I said approaching Ms. Mills. She looked very nervous. "I, um…okay." She said putting her paperwork down.
"I'm sorry. I really am."
"It's okay, Emma." she said, even though it's not okay and I feel like dying just talking about it.
"So what do we do about it?" I asked. She didn't reply for a while. "I don't think we should discuss it here." I nodded in understanding "do I still see you at lunch? Or will it be too weird?" she paused. "No it's fine, August will be in here too… here let me write you a pass." She wrote it up and handed to me.
-REGINA P.O.V-
Wow, that was weird. Not talking to her, but being alone with her just thinking about the kiss. I want to kiss her again, but it would be highly inappropriate. I can't stop thinking about that… amazing kiss. It wasn't hard or rushed; it was just a small peck… one I can't get out of my head. I've never had a kiss like that, not even with Milah. I flashed back to the day Emma fixed her shirt in front of me and her purple bra came out, she has such a nice body. One I want to see again just from a kiss. One, tiny kiss.
- EMMA P.O.V-
It's lunch now, and I'm on my way to Ms. Mills' room. I gulp hard before I walk in. August was already there with Ms. Mills next to him. Jealousy coursed through my veins. She probably invited him on purpose so she didn't have to be alone with me. Part of me is relieved and the other part of me is angry that I don't get to be alone with her…
Man, I hate feelings. All they do is make you, you know, feel.
"Hey Emma, come have a seat across from August." She said with a smile… uhh that smile. "Okay." I smiled back. "What's up Emma?" August asked. "Nothing, just here to do work." I kind of snubbed him and I feel a little bad. But not bad enough to apologize. "So, Em, let's get started." Ms. Mills stated coming over to me and sitting a good two inches away on purpose. August noticed the distance. "Emma, I'm sorry to say this but your writing hasn't gotten better, it's like you're doing it on purpose." I gulped. I did do it on purpose. I dropped my pencil and picked it up, I stopped midway, right in front of her boobs, I looked at them and then made eye contact with a smirking Ms. Mills. I guess she realized she shouldn't be smirking and coughed; I slowly made my way back up and placed my hands on the desk.
I laughed nervously, "I need to go to the bathroom." August stated, standing up and walking toward the door. "WAIT." Ms. Mills, semi screamed. "I mean, go ahead. Have fun. Wait not fun, just go to the bathroom and come back." She babbled adorably. After August left the room I talked, "you smirked." I said smiling. "I did not." She stated, "Did too." I retorted. "Well you were the one looking at my boobs!" she whisper-yelled "HA. So you admit you smirked then." I crossed my arms pleased with how this played out. She laughed. She didn't get angry, it wasn't weird at all. Seriously it wasn't. "Emma, I don't know what I'm gonna do with you." How about sit on my face? "What do you mean?"- Just then August walked back in. it immediately got awkward.
-REGINA P.O.V-
Was I just flirting with a seventeen year old? Well, it won't happen again… why don't I believe myself? God, I haven't been this unsure of myself since high school. I grew up in a small town called StoryBrooke it had absolutely nothing of value, I was so excited when I got into the Coven. I struggled with my sexuality my whole life, since I was young I knew I was different, and it wasn't just the magic thing. I was hardly interested in boys and when I was I wasn't, you know? Probably not, but that's okay.
My mother disowned me when I came out, my father on the other hand, took it great and even asked me if I'm a tits or an ass girl (both I told him) then he hugged me and said, 'next time you need to tell me something don't act so serious, I thought you were pregnant. How will we tell your mother?' I wound up telling her a year later when I was 20, 'how could you' and 'you're a disgrace' were thrown around quite a bit. We haven't spoken in 4 years now. Well, off that topic…
So what, flirting isn't against the rules… Wait, is it? Whatever, the point is I'm acting very unprofessional and I need to stop. But will I? I don't want to. It's exciting; I haven't felt this way in a long time. No, I can't, but I want to, but I can't, but I want to! Damn brain, stop thinking so hard. I need to talk to Emma alone. "Emma, next period you're staying in here with me. I'll call Professor Gold and tell him."