Chapter two
Emma was the last one to enter Mr. Medina's class. He was a sympathetic man with long hair and beard who still wore leather vests from last decade. Emma had wickedly nicknamed him 'Merlin'.
She passed by him with a slouch, then almost hit Regina's head with her backpack as she dragged her feet towards a seat Ruby saved for her in the back of the room.
"Glad you could join us this morning, Miss Swan," he said, observing her over the rim of his round glasses. He looked amused as she slumped down her chair ungraciously, just as if he believed that Emma hid a kind heart underneath the thick layer of defiance.
He was by far Regina's favorite teacher, and she felt angry when she heard Emma grunt something rude under her breath, making Killian and Ruby giggle. At this point she had to give Mary Margaret some credit; she was usually scolding her friends in class, especially because they were disrespectful in most of them.
Mr. Medina went on with his class about Greek tragedy, which happened to be one of Regina's favorite – all the more reason for her latent annoyance when the delinquents started to whisper behind her. As their teacher went on with the subject unfazed by their behavior, every hiss and muffled chuckle started to get to Regina's nerves, until she couldn't stand it anymore.
She got up from her desk unexpectedly, and even Mr. Medina stopped talking. She fixated Emma Swan with narrowed eyes, just as if she could set her on fire with wishful thinking.
"If you know so much about every damn subject they teach us here, why are you still in school, Swan? You'll get a kick out of flunking just to do it again because this is fun to you?"
No one was breathing. Regina's hands were curled into angry fists, which tightened when Emma Swan rose from her chair and came up the corridor towards the brunette with a blank expression on her face.
Emma was a few inches taller, so she towered the other girl without much of an effort.
"You know what?" Emma hissed. "Fuck you, Your Highness! FUCK. YOU!"
"Miss Swan-" Mr. Medina called.
"This is not mine," the blonde went on as her eyes fell upon the crude picture on Regina's desk. "I never saw them," she whispered the last part so that only the brunette could hear her.
It made Regina lose the little composure she still had left and advance on the other girl. The only reason why she didn't smack that insufferable idiot to death was because Mr. Medina pulled her back by the arm before she had time to pounce.
She felt her cheeks burn with anger when Emma scoffed and looked at her with that shit-eating grin.
"I'll have to ask you to leave," the teacher said slightly hesitant. Regina was a brilliant student and one of his favorites, and it was such a disappointment to expel her from his class. "Both of you. Go to Miss Blue's office."
Emma didn't even look at him; she went back to retrieve her backpack and left the room, waving a sarcastic goodbye to her friends, making the nervous audience chuckle. Regina was still rooted on her spot; she had never, ever being told off by any teacher.
Mr. Medina looked apologetically at her. "Miss Mills, please."
Her mother was going to kill her. She was shaking when she collected her purse. The fun atmosphere left by Swan dissipated when she went out, and now nervous eyes followed her as she walked towards the door as well. Regina Mills was a role model, and not someone they were used to see going to detention.
As if on autopilot, Regina dragged her feet to the Inspector's office. Emma was already sunken in one of the plastic chairs, her legs stretched all the way to the middle of the corridor, ankles crossed.
She didn't look up at Regina when the brunette came to a halt next to her. That was a good thing, because Regina was sure she would see her V neck pulsing with the rhythm of her accelerated heart.
She had never been to Miss Blue's office, and she had no idea what would happen to her. The woman came around the counter with a stern look directed to Emma, but she seemed surprised to see Regina.
"What can I do for you, Miss Mills? And you," she snapped at Emma. "go find your seat, Miss Swan."
Emma chuckled and lazily got up to do as she was told. She looked absolutely comfortable and familiar with the procedure. Regina looked up at Miss Blue when Emma disappeared around the corner.
"Mr. Medina sent us here, we… had a disagreement in class."
"Oh, Regina," she muttered, shaking her head in disapproval. "Don't let her drag you to the same path, you're so much better than that," Miss Blue sighed. "Well, I'll have to ask you to stay in detention with her, then."
"All right," Regina nodded in defeat. "Hum, Miss Blue?"
"Yes?"
"Do you have to notify my mother about this?"
She offered Regina a sympathetic smile. "I can overlook this if you promise I'll never see you here again."
Regina sighed in relief. "Thank you-"
"Now go, come on!"
"Uh, Miss Blue?"
"Yes, Regina?"
"What am I supposed to do in there?"
"I recommend you read a book or do homework. And please," she added as Regina was about to turn around. "Try not to kill each other in there."
Regina nodded and made her way to yet another room in that school she never thought she would ever set foot.
Emma was sitting on top of a desk next to the window, her booted feet propped up on the chair, a cigarette burning between her lips. She had the habit of rolling up the sleeves of her t-shirts, and her arms looked more outlined now that she was resting her elbows on her thighs, looking outside absently minded.
Regina picked a desk as far away from her as possible, took her books out and began searching the page Mr. Medina was reading. A crumpled ball of paper hit the back of her head.
She ignored it. She had no intentions in returning to detention or even resuming their fight, so she was going to follow Miss Blue's advice and forget this day ever happened.
A few minutes later, the scent of cigarettes invaded her senses accompanied by mint, and Emma Swan was sitting on the desk next to hers.
"What you reading?"
Regina looked at her as though she could not believe her ears. Emma picked her chewed gum and stuck it underneath the desk as she waited for an answer.
"The yellow pages."
Emma chuckled, genuinely amused. "So you do have a sense of humor buried there somewhere." She stared at Regina pretty much the same way she did before class.
The brunette looked back down at her book, feeling her cheeks warm up under the scrutiny.
"Okay, I'll let you go back to your shit, dweeb." Her tone was not unpleasant or arrogant; in fact, she sounded amused that Regina was not running away from her like she usually did. "But in case you want me and Killian to take care of the tard who did that drawing, let me know."
"Killian and I," Regina corrected her with an air of superiority that washed away the friendly aura around Emma.
"Yeah. Fuck you, then, Regina. You can defend yourself with grammar."
Thank you for the feedback. My home computer simply stopped working, so I'm doing this from my work computer. I may not update or even write as fast as I'd like, but I'll try my best. I apologize, I wish I could answer each one of you. Until next chapter.
Signing off.
