"Emma," Mary-Margaret called out after seeing her roommate in the crowd rushing towards the cafeteria. Emma looked up and pushed her way through the sea of bodies.

"Mary-Margaret! Have you found the boys yet?"

"Not yet. How was your first class?"

"It was crazy. I'll tell when the boys arrive so I don't have to keep repeating it, especially since my mom will probably make me retell her everything ten times. How was your first class?"

"It was amazing. Spanish 301 is easy when you're fluent because you spend half your life in Spain. So, I took the quick level assessment quiz and then just talked to the professor the whole time."

"Wow, you're a teacher's pet type," Emma joked. "But I expect you to be my tutor when I start 201 next semester."

"Not after that comment," Mary-Margret stuck out her tongue.

A hand clasped Emma's shoulder causing her to jump and let out a shriek. Turning around, she punched her brother's arm. "God, David, why would you do that?"

David and Killian began laughing really hard causing Emma to send an icy glare at them both. Mary-Margaret, who was also laughing, ushered Emma and Killian in front of her and closer to the entrance to the cafeteria as she slipped behind with David.

"How was your first class, David?"

"Uhh, I may have fallen asleep," he smiled while avoiding Mary-Margaret's eyes, like a child about to be scorned.

Emma chuckled. "It can't be worse than when you fell asleep in Mr. Eddison's class Sophomore year of high school."

"Very true," David laughed. "That was awful. I thought for sure I would get suspended."

Mary-Margaret's eyes went wide. "What happened?"

David ushered everyone up farther in the line before answering, "Well, he slammed a textbook down next to my head, which made me jump up and my desk slammed right into his crotch. He was down for what? Like ten minutes?"

"Possible longer," Emma confirmed as everyone laughed. Glancing up, she then noticed that Killian was keeping a bit of distance from the group and avoiding her eye. She wanted the awkwardness to stop and so she caught David's eye before adding, "David, we forgot to introduce our roommates."

David tilted his head in confusion before finally grasping the situation, "Oh, right! Emma, this is Killian. Killian, this is my sister, Emma."

Killian forced a smile at Emma before scratching the back of his neck and offering her his hand.

"Nice to meet you," Emma took his hand before adding, "David, this is Mary-Margaret. Mary-Margret, my brother David."

Mary-Margaret giggled and took David's hand, and humored them with a "nice to meet you."

When they were finally able to make it through the line into the cafeteria, they had to make a mad dash to the proper food lines, in which they spent about another ten minutes waiting. Once they found a table and were able to sit, Mary-Margaret grabbed at David's schedule hanging out of his bag, resulting in all of them taking theirs out to compare.

"Awesome, it looks like we can all do lunch on Mondays and Wednesdays," David determined.

"It looks like Mary-Margaret and I can do lunch on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and we can do lunch before my class on Fridays, David!"

"I can do lunch with you Fridays," Killian announced before meeting Emma's eye and sheepishly adding, "If the lady doesn't mind."

Emma was caught a bit off guard and blushed a little as she responded, "Uh, sure."

Killian responded with a grateful smile.

"It looks like all of us are out of class by six every night, so we all meet for dinner at 6:30?" Mary-Margaret asked after staring at the schedules and missing the entire exchange between her roommate and Killian, who she was still trying to get a read on.

"It's like we haven't even a need to make other friends," Emma joked.

"So, Emma, you were going to tell me about your first class?"

"Oh, right. It was a lecture with almost 300 people. The prof gave this intense speech about how Law 101 is a 'weeder class'. Apparently only 75 percent of us will make it through the first week, only half of us will even go on to our second Law class and only an eighth of us will actually graduate with a Pre-Law degree. Then he gave a creepy smile and just started lecturing us on law. We all kind of just looked at each other and panicked to get out notebooks. It was like whiplash, but it was interesting."

"Nice. It sounds kind of intimidating though," Mary-Margaret smiled, though her nose was still stuck in the schedules.

"Yeah. I think that's what he was trying to do, though- scare off the weak," Emma laughed nervously, praying she didn't fall into that category.

"Well, it's a good thing you're the strongest person I ever met," David took her hand in encouragement.

Mary-Margaret finally sat the schedules on the table and asked, "If you guys are twins, why do you have different last names? Do one of you have your mom's and one of you have your dad's?"

David instantly found a new interest in the mashed potatoes and broccoli on his plate and Emma's face grew dark. Emma simply answered no and the look on her face warned everyone to leave it at that, which they did without further question.

In attempt to change the subject, Mary-Margaret asked David about his first two classes and he replied animatedly with his story until they were interrupted by a loud-mouthed guy who pointed to Mary-Margaret.

"Look there, it's Snow White from the party the other night! Mind if we join you, Snow? We don't have anywhere else to go."

One of the girls with him giggled, "You rhymed!"

He rolled his eyes at the girl and introduced himself, "My name is James. This is Jacqui."

"Uh, sure. Go ahead and sit down," David offered. "My name is David. This is my roommate, Killian, and my sister, Emma. How do you know Mary-Margaret?"

James looked confused before realizing whom David was referring to before laughing and responding, "Oh, Snow? Well, we met at a party the other night. I'm pretty sure it was her first party ever, so I guess I can say I'm her first party friend."

James winked at Snow, causing Jacqui to get jealous and wrap her arm around James' neck. Mary-Margaret blushed at the attention. When James noticed he added, "Aw, honey. There's nothing wrong with being as pure as Snow. Jacqui here is just jealous because she can't even remember IF she was ever that pure."

Jacqui got pissed and, pushing her chair out forcefully, stood up and walked away.

James laughed before standing up himself, "I guess that's my cue to leave. Can't get the honeys too upset."

Once James made his exit, the table burst out in laughter and Mary-Margret's blush deepened.

"I kind of like it-Snow. It's a nice nickname. It suits you," David smiled at her, getting a smile in return.

"And everyone knows a nickname makes you ten times more mysterious and therefore a hundred times cooler," Emma added with a smile.

"It's settled then, you shall forever be Snow."

Emma laughed and then realized, "Hey, isn't your last name Blanchard? Like the color white? The nickname is just like fate!"

Emma grabbed a to-go cup of hot chocolate on her way out of the cafeteria and headed to her next class, Stats 201. She wasn't particularly fond of math, but she was good at it. She figured if she showed up to class and pretended to be interested she could get away with doing her homework for other classes there.

So, when she sat down at her desk two thirds of the way back, in the perfect 'let's pretend I'm not here but don't group me with the slacker kids right next to the door' seat, she pulled out the reading packet for her Law class and began to glance over it.

About one minute before the class was scheduled to begin, a scruffy (in an oh my God, that's hot way), thin guy rushes in and tries to push through to the seat next to Emma. As he turns to sit in the seat, his messenger bag hits Emma's cup of hot chocolate, sending it flying at her. But, miraculously, as Emma put her hands up to shield herself, the trajectory of the cup stopped midair and went in the opposite direction, spilling all over the late-comer.

"Ah," he shouted in an Irish accent that made Emma's heart jump. "Bloody hell, that burns. Feck me. I'm so sorry. FECK!"

At this point, all eyes were on him. Most people were laughing until they were red in the face and even the professor looked amused.

"And that is why we make sure to arrive at class on time, class," the professor announced. "You are excused to clean yourself Mr.-" he trailed off.

"Hunter. Graham Hunter."

"Yes, Mr. Hunter. And hopefully, in the future we will arrive with plenty of time to avoid mishaps."

"Yes, sir. Sorry. I got lost."

When Graham Hunter returned to class, he returned with a donut and to-go cup in hand as well as still very wet skinny jeans that clung to his legs in a very pleasing way. As he sat down, he placed the donut and to-go cup on Emma's desk with a note on the cup facing toward her.

My legs smelt like cocoa, so I ventured a guess as to what it was. I'm sorry, lass. Forgive me?

-Graham, the class ass

Emma read her cup before glancing up at Graham with a smile plastered on her face.

Graham took it as a sign of her forgiveness and leaned over to ask her what he missed. She sent him a guilty look and held up her notebook to see they were law notes instead. Graham just shook his head and laughed.

For the duration of the class, Emma looked over her Law reading and Graham pretended to take notes, but every few minutes or so they would catch each other's eyes and smile.

At the end of class, as everyone was packing up their bags, Graham apologized to Emma once more and she promised him it was okay. He still awkwardly waited around a bit until Emma finished packing her bag and stood up. He followed her a few paces before tapping her on the shoulder.

"Wait, you know my name, but I never got a chance to learn yours."

She smiled, "Emma."

"Emma," he repeated. "Emma, it looks like neither of us are good at paying attention during this class, so we may need study partners during the semester. If you do, I'm your guy, and I promise I won't spill anymore of your beverages- partly for my own safety."

Emma's smile grew, "I'm pretty good at math, but I'll let you know."

"Oh, okay. I'll see you Wednesday, Emma."

Emma found it hard to lose the smile the entire walk to her Human Biology class. Even talks of 'Exam based course,' 'Cumulated final exam worth 40 percent of your grade,' and 'No computers allowed in class' were barely able to make it falter.

Emma couldn't stop thinking about how she couldn't wait for these random new people in her life to become her friends. She missed having friends. David always had her back, but he was her brother. It was different. And now there was so much potential with the people she met over the course of three days. No one would judge or pity her because she finally had her fresh start and no one knew about the past. She could finally be who she wanted to be.

Emma entertained these thoughts through class and her walk back to her dorm. She got back at about 4:30, meaning she had about an hour and a half to waste until Mary-Margaret got back from class. Emma organized the materials from her classes and prepared her bag for the next day before flipping on the TV and catching the end of Pirates of the Caribbean. When the credits had played through, she figured David would be back and went upstairs to check on him.

When she got to his room, she knocked on the door and heard him shout to come in. Opening the door, she found the roommates playing an intense round of Mario Kart (complete with nasty curses as the threw shells at each other). She walked up to David and gave him a one-armed hug.

"How was your day?"

"Good- shit. Are you kidding me? I totally dodged that. Em, one second."

Emma laughed and sat next to him on the futon they had set up under one of their loft beds.

When the game finished, with Killian in first place, Emma asked to join in.

Killian allowed it, despite David's warning. Killian regretted ignoring the warning by the third game in when they had both lost to her every time. Mary-Margaret found them playing, the boys with pouting faces and Emma with a very smug one, when she returned from class.

"Ready for dinner, guys?"

Both boys immediately jumped up shouting "yes" and forfeiting the current game they were getting their asses handed to them in.

Emma looked up and rolled her eyes. "You guys are such sore losers!"

Tuesday went by in a quick blur for Emma. She met a couple people in her classes who she enjoyed talking to but no one she could really see herself friends with outside of class. And since both of her classes (English 247: Civil Rights Composition and History 284: Law and Civilization) mostly focused on course goals and the syllabuses, forging bonds of friendship was her main concern.

She did get a phone number from a girl named Belle who she thought was quite lovely, but mostly because the girl seemed incredibly smart and like a useful friend to have around finals. Belle was an English major who wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do besides avoiding politics, which her parents had bred her for since birth. Her being an English major had practically gotten her shunned from her family. Emma decided that was probably the real connection she felt with the girl, the understanding of being unwanted.

Emma changed her mind as she walked back to her dorm, maybe she could be friends with Belle. She probably would never hang out with her and play video games like she could with her new 'family', as she called it, but she could see a girl's night with wine and gossip in their future.

Emma got back to the dorms before the rest of her 'family'. Tuesdays and Thursdays she was done with classes at three. Everyone else was in class until six. She decided that it was the perfect amount of time to head to the cafeteria to grab coffee and a snack while doing her homework.

That night, the gang had dinner, laughed about their days and retired to the girls' room to watch movies. It was then that Emma realized that Killian always made sure to distance himself from her. He always sat on the opposite side of 'Snow' and David than her. He always asked her questions through David or Snow. He made sure he was never alone with her and he never looked her in the eye unless he had to.

This frustrated Emma. They had agreed what happened was a one night stand and to completely forget about it. She didn't expect them to become best friends, but she hoped that if they were really going to be spending that much time together, they could at least be friendly. Emma decided that if he wasn't going to put in any effort, neither was she. She just couldn't let David or Snow realize what's happening, they would never condone this behavior.

When Emma arrived to her Stats class on Wednesday, she found Graham Hunter already seated in his desk and smiling up at her. She returned the smile and then glanced down at her desk, which once again, held a donut and a hot chocolate.

"I told you that we were okay. You didn't have to do this."

"I know, but I wanted to."

"That's a really cheesy line," Emma said while sending him a jokingly judge-y look.

"It really is," he laughed in response.

"So, how did your math homework go? Were you as bad off as you thought?"

"Well, I really could have used a study partner, but I managed."

Emma laughed. "If you can prove your value as a study partner, I'll give you a trial shot."

"I always bring plenty of donuts and a second sharpened pencil," he offered up.

Emma laughed again with that stupid grin returning to her face. "Hmm, well I already have a donut and a pencil. What else you got, Hunter?"

"A sexy Irish accent that all girls love," he tried his best at a smoldering look.

Emma didn't even try suppressing the grin anymore as she bantered back, "Eh- it's okay."

Graham's face fell into a fake pout, "You drive a hard bargain, Emma."

"Aww, that's not fair. You found my weakness," Emma joked. "I can't resist the puppy dog eyes."

They both laughed before being silenced for the start of class. As the professor began writing some equations on the board, Emma wrote one of her own for Graham.

Most important Stats 201 Equation:

Emma = (617) 494 - 7548

"So remember that guy from my stats class I told you about?"

"The Irish one?" Snow asked as the gang sat around the table at lunch.

"Yeah," Emma blushed. "He brought me a donut and hot chocolate again. I gave him my number."

Snow squealed and both David and Killian looked up at Emma with concerned looks.

"Emma, that's a bit fast, isn't it?"

"Stop worrying, David. We're just going to be study buddies."

"I don't ever recall you needing a study buddy in any subject, especially math."

"He needs help and he's nice. It doesn't hurt to have more friends."

"Just be careful, okay?"

Emma started to argue that she didn't need him to be a protective big brother and that she could make decisions on her own, but everyone was in a good mood so she just accepted it and responded with an okay.