After they'd checked out the book they walked outside and went to say their goodbyes, when Killian had taken her hand and kissed her knuckles, making a blush crawl its way onto her face and spread to her neck. 'I enjoyed myself in our time together, Emma.' He smiled brightly at her when he raises back up.
'I don't see how, we went to a library and talked, very exciting activities.' She remarked sarcastically.
'Well you don't have to do anything exciting to have fun.'
She bit her lip, was she doing this? 'Would you show me sometime?' Yep, she was doing this.'
Killian's eyebrows raised in surprise. 'I'll think about it.'
They had parted after that and Emma had headed to the small apartment she shared with her two best friends, Mary Margaret Blanchard and her boyfriend David Nolan. Yes they were in college, but they managed to pay for it with their jobs. Emma worked part-time at the diner on campus, owned by Professor Lucas' grandmother. Mary Margaret helped out at the nearby primary school in-between classes and David worked at the animal shelter when he could. With the money they made, they could get around fairly good together.
She unlocked the door, dropping her bag and taking off her coat and scarf. 'Mary Margaret! You wouldn't believe what happened to me today.' She called out for her friend.
Some rustling was heard from her room and soon the girl popped up from around the corner. 'Well, well, well, you look flushed. What did you do?' But before Emma could say anything she was cut off again. 'Wait, I thought you were going to Jones about an assignment?'
'Yes I was. That's exactly what I wanted to tell.'
She titled her head slightly, 'Does this need tea?'
Emma sighed gratefully in response. 'You know me so well.' She sat down on the couch and was joined by Mary Margaret after ten minutes.
'Okay, spill.'
So she did. She told everything from the moment she walked into the classroom, to the moment he kissed her hand. Her friend had stopped her from time to time to squeal or tell her how insane that thing was. 'Emma, I don't know, but he is totally hitting on you!'
Emma snorted. 'He's a professor, of course he isn't. Plus, I'm like ten years younger? Something like that, for sure.'
Mary Margaret snapped her fingers, 'Maybe he has Facebook! Let's look him up, see how old he is.' She said with a smirk and jumped up to get her laptop from her room. Emma whined and tried to grab her arm and pull her back, but she managed to break free.
'Nooooo. By the way, it's illegal!' She yelled after her.
'Looking at his Facebook isn't!' Mary Margaret retorted as she jumped down on the couch again. 'Now let's see, what was his first name again?'
Emma sighed. 'Killian.'
'Okay, there we go, Killian Jones…' And she was proven right he had a Facebook page. She smirked at Emma, who just rolled her eyes in return. 'Wait how old did you think he was?'
Emma thought for a moment. 'Like, 30?'
'He's 26.'
They shared a look and both squealed.
'I'm shipping you two.' Mary Margaret said, causing Emma to groan.
They hear the front door open and they both turn their heads around, even though they both new it could be no one but David. 'Hey guys.' He greets them.
'Hey babe.'
'Hi David.'
'Emma is going to bang professor Jones.' Mary Margaret announced calmly.
Emma shot up and slapped her. 'I'm not!' she turned around and look at David, putting her hands up, 'I'm not.'
David put Mary Margaret's laptop on the coffee table an lifted her off the couch, earning a cry out of her, and sat down with her on his lap. 'Don't do that.' She said as she gave him a kiss.
'You love it when I do that and you know it. But why are we assuming that Emma is going to bang a professor?'
'Because…' Mary Margaret quickly explained everything.
'He asked you to pose for another class, for extra credits? Dude he is trying to bang you, whether you are or aren't try to bang him.'
Emma frowned. 'If you think about it, I should probably call the police…'
Mary Margaret shrugged, 'I guess you don't like getting hit on.'
David intervened, 'She is right though. He is her superior, so it's illegal.'
Mary Margaret shrugged once again. 'Well whatever. Do what you want. But you should really get laid.' Emma's friend said as she got off and walked into the bathroom.
'Does she even realise we didn't actually go on a date, it was all for school.'
David chuckled. 'I honestly don't care if you do or don't do this, just as long as you don't get hurt and don't do anything too stupid. Oh, and as long as he doesn't hurt you.'
Emma sighs loudly. 'I'm going to get a beer, a bag Doritos and lie in my bad and ignore the two of you for the rest of the evening. So hereby goodbye.' Mary Margaret walked out of the bathroom. 'Goodbye.' She dragged out to word dramatically.
Mary Margaret just gave a her confused look, causing both Emma and David to bark out a laugh.
Lmao part of this chapter is just 2015 me arguing with 2016 me.
