a/n: pre-disco chapter ;) next chapter is gunna fab-youuu-lus ;) ;) (I'm still in Alderney so kinda apologising for not updating)

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"Holy fucking shit," Ruby breathed,

"Ruby, Jesus, we are in a school,"

"Oh come on, Regina Mills snogged you on the basketball courts, I think some intense swearing is allowed," I rolled my eyes at her and stretched my leg out in front of me, touching the tips of my Nikes.

"It was the netball courts and fine, you have a point," I changed legs as Ruby pulled her arm across her chest as she stretched.

"It's like 7a.m; no kids are even in the school. Which reminds me, why the hell did I agree to this?"

"Because we need to get healthy Ruby,"

"Or you were just super excited to tell me about Regina so you hauled my arse up with you to the school at this hour,"

"Maybe," I tugged my shorts up higher and glanced out to the dew covered running track, "alright, ready to party?"

"Tonight I am, but not right now," Ruby stifled a yawn as I jogged out to the starting line.

"Do you think Regina will kill us for using this track? Especially in the morning,"

"Nah, we'll be fine,"

We kept our pace up as we rounded the last corner. Both our faces were bright red and breathing had never been this hard before.

"No, you'll be fine; I'll probably have my arse handed to me,"

I couldn't help but let out a breathy laugh; my chest ached. We slowed down considerably and rested our hands on our knees as we crossed the finish line.

"Trust me Lucas; Regina wants nothing more than to beat me to a pulp, so I will take the full force of it. Like you said; I'm a contract teacher, what's the worst she could do?"

Ruby glared at the staff car park over my shoulder and I could only guess that a certain shiny Mercedes had graced the place with its presence.

"Hmm, you do have a point," I twisted my head and zeroed in on the trench-wearing goddess that had her back to us.

"Emma, we're a kilometre away…seriously, are you really checking her arse from this distance?"

Regina turned and I noticed she held a phone to her, "maybe,"
"Man," Ruby shook her head as she flexed her thighs, "we need to get you laid,"

"Preferably with Regina," I smirked as Ruby's eyebrows shot up into her hairline. We slowly made our way towards the car park – towards Regina, I might add – as Ruby laughed,

"Suddenly get a change of heart aye Swan?"

"Oh no, Regina told me she, and I quote, will have me begging for her head between my legs by the time my contract was over," I made air-quotes with my fingers as we headed up the steps to the slightly elevated car park. We tiptoed past an oblivious Regina and made our way towards Ruby's bright red convertible,

"Put the woman out of her misery man, just she shove her up against a wall and stick your hand up her shirt," Ruby pleaded as she popped the boot.

The brunette Art teacher had offered me and Henry a lift to school today and I had graciously accepted, knowing full well I didn't have enough petrol in the car for the short trip here. But Henry had refused and stuck his head back into his pillows when I woke him at some God-awful time this morning. I'm sure he's regretting it now. She chucked me my gym bag and I slung it over my shoulder.

"I suggest you heed the woman's advice Ms Swan," I didn't even need to turn around to know whose voice that was. I instinctively rolled my eyes at Ruby's shocked facial expression.

"Pretty sure that's sexual harassment Regina,"
"It's not if I'm so willingly okay to accept it and you're willing to perform it," she snipped. I spun around to face her,

"And what makes you think…holy shit,"

Thank God I was already bright faced and sort of sweaty because I was not mentally prepared at all for the delightfully daring outfit that the Principal of Story Brooke College was wearing. Red; that's all I got, a sea of red and olive skin and perky boobs.

"See something you like Ms Swan?"

"Chi-yeah," Ruby mumbled from behind, "I mean, uh, nice dress Regina,"

Regina smirked at Ruby as I left my mouth wide open at the very tight dress that left a lot to my active imagination. Every muscle in my body screamed for me to go and press that woman up against her damn shiny car and grinded her so hard into it that it'd leave a dint. But I shrugged and wiped my face on my towel,

"I'm just shocked that a Principal would wear such a provocative dress considering we work with hormonal prepubescent boys," I shot her a dazzling smile, "I believe sexiness is smartness. No need to bare your legs and share your tits with the world,"

Ruby's mouth fell open with a small pop as Regina pursed her cherry red lips.

"Well aren't I glad I came prepared," She winked and yanked open the door to the back seat of her car. At first, I just thought the black leather bound seats were bare but Regina leaned in, arse to me, and hooked out a jacket and a pair of black stockings.

"Oh look what we have here," She folded the seamed stockings on top of her car and slid the jacket over her shoulders, doing up two buttons on the front and pulling away her hair. Her hand slipped into the breast pocket and pulled out her infamous black glasses. No, oh no. She's going for hot teacher look. Good grief, I am definitely going to need a cold shower straight after this little fiasco.

Regina pouted at me as I roamed my eyes over her new accessories. She grabbed the stockings, her briefcase, and looked at me over her glasses, "I'm going to put these on in my office; you are more than welcome to join me Ms Swan,"

"Sorry, I'm going to hit the showers with Ruby; you know, I'll get her to work the kinks out of my tired muscles in the hot steam from this morning's run,"

Regina gulped audibly, "of course," she glanced at Ruby, who had paled considerably, "I'm sure her inner thighs will need the most massaging Ms Lucas, at least… that's where I would start. Good day," Regina lifted her nose up into the air and glided towards the office.

"You just signed your death warrant girl," Ruby groaned.

"Please put that on my gravestone; death by Regina Mills," I nudged her in the side as we headed towards the staff bathrooms, "come on, you have to admit that was fun,"

"It wasn't fun, it was fucking hot; I don't know what you're on about,"

Today had gone extraordinarily quick much to my enjoyment. I saw Regina only briefly again as the classes changed and almost every set of male eyes, including a couple female ones, were on her as she stalked down the main hallway. She had stopped in front of me and my class who were lining up, and tugged on my lanyard, eyeing off my lips like they were bars of chocolate. But I popped that balloon of social awkwardness by readjusting her crooked name tag, taking extra care to brush my knuckles hard against her breasts.

Tonight was going to be interesting. Or maybe interesting was the wrong word when it came to a School Disco. I was certain that there were going to be horrible catfights between the girl students and possible snog attempts from the boy students, just what I needed; hormones running high while I'm trying to keep the down low with Regina.

My original statement with Regina still stood; smartness was sexiness and I wonder what she'd be wearing tonight. Even though this was clearly a student event, I couldn't help but feel ashamed at the giddiness that took over my lower stomach.

"Swan, you ready to go?" There was a yell from the front door and I heard Henry race down through the kitchen,

"Hey Ms Blanchard," Henry called and the front door slammed shut.

"In here Mary Margaret," A few seconds later, Mary poked her head through my bedroom door,
"Hey, darling,"

"Hey Mary," I glanced over to Mary Margaret, "whoa, rockabilly queen right here,"

She blushed as she ran her hands down the front of her red polka dot dress, "thanks Emma,"

"Snazzy earrings too," Two fat strawberries hung from each of her earlobes. I definitely did not look as fashionable at Mary Margaret; all I wore was a black and white striped dress, tights and my trusty black flats with my hair up in a ponytail. Might as well glam it up a bit; I burrowed through my small box of jewellery and slipped on some silver bangles and a ring.

"All good to go," I smiled to her as I collected my purse and keys into a small handbag.

"Henry?" Ms Blanchard leaned against the kitchen counter as something loud fell in the bathroom.

"Shit," I dumped my stuff onto the counter beside the bewildered English teacher and ran into Henry's bathroom, "Kid, are you alright?"

I grabbed the cream coloured door frame and swung myself into the tiled room. Henry sat on the floor, his foot resting on a now broken toilet lid,

"…the hell?"

"I, uh, was tying up my shoe and slipped on a water puddle and yeah,"

"I almost had a heart attack," I reached out and lifted him up to his feet, "well, well sonny, aren't you looking dapper this evening?"

Henry blushed under my securitizing glare and as I went to ruffle his hair, he fended me off,

"Mum, no it's got gel in it. Stop,"

"Alright kid, let's go. Ms Blanchard waiting in the kitchen to take us,"

"Why aren't you driving?"

I was not going to admit to my fourteen year old son that I was planning on getting a little bit intoxicated with a certain short haired brunette Principal so I simply cleared my throat and raised my eyebrows at Mary Margaret,

"I don't have enough fuel in my tank for the trip to school,"

Mary flashed a smile and grabbed my things for me as we exited the house.

"Oh, couldn't you just fill it up on the way?"

Mary beeped the blue Getz open and hauled the door open,

"Whoa Miss, it's like a…" Ms Blanchard threw a glare over her shoulder,

"A forest, I've been told,"

"Yeah, something like that," Henry lowered his head and fell into the back seat, giggling as Mary Margaret rolled her eyes at me.

"He's your son through and through, isn't he?"

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Henry piped up as Mary Margaret pulled out of the kerb and whizzed down the main road.

I peeped at Henry through the space between the headrest and passenger chair, "it means that I'm an excellent human being and Ms Blanchard couldn't help but notice that you know, you're kind of alright," I smirked. Mary slapped my thigh as we went through a roundabout, almost hitting a Mercedes.

"Shit Emma!" Mary squeaked as she stamped on the brakes. I was thrown forward and the seat belt dug into my chest,

"Mary, what the hell," I gasped as the Mercedes beeped its horn and drove into the outer lane of the massive roundabout.

"Regina…"

I looked up and of course it was Regina's stupid shiny Mercedes.

"Man, Ms Mills has a sweet ride," Henry pressed his face against the window pane and stared as Regina smoothly manoeuvred her vehicle. I kept my vision trained on the seductive Principal. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed Mary Margaret and Henry, but winked when her brown orbs drifted to me.

"Mum, was she winking at me or you or Ms Blanchard?"

"Uh, probably me,"

Henry peeled his face off the window and we watched Regina disappear down the road as Mary Margaret waved sheepishly at the annoyed drivers around us,

"Why would she be winking at you?"

"Hmm, yes Emma, please tell us so," a smile tugged at the corner of Mary's mouth as we pulled into the school grounds. Mary Margaret didn't bother to park in the car park but instead, drove through the empty school grounds to the floodlit hall.

"I have a bet with Ms Mills and she was just gently reminding me that it still stands," I gulped, hoping that Henry would just drop it. He muttered a soft 'oh' and Mary didn't take her bright blue eyes off me,
"That's it?" she whispered as she pulled the keys of the ignition. Henry had almost fallen face first onto the grass at the speed he exited the vehicle.

"So the sauce, banana, jogging thing and stupid glasses she's been wearing lately, is all about a bet?"

I definitely needed to remind Ruby to keep her big gob shut.

"To a degree,"

I slammed the door shut and Mary clicked her key at it; the rear lights flashed. Her eyebrows furrowed as she studied my face,

"I'm not going to ask you to elaborate because I've seen how you look at her and I really don't want to know. But I swear, some days I don't get you, Emma," she smiled softly and punched me in the arm.