A/N: For the past week I've been living off a diet of Pepsi and Cheezits. Don't judge. I've only been eating like a single, twenty-year-old man because I've been up in my room studying for finals. Let me give you all the low-down on this; Spanish-A, Advanced PE- A, Bio AP- A, Concert Band- A, World History- A, English- A, Algebra-F. Fuck. My. Life. So, naturally, I am incredibly pissed off, but I hope it doesn't show through in my writing, but if it does, I hope it isn't in a bad way. Anyway, on to the one thing I seem to be good at!
Where the hell am I? was the first though that crossed my mind. The last thing I remembered from the day before was rifling through the Mayor's house like a hood, along with Graham. I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked around the dark lodge-type room. It wasn't exactly dingy. It was just…dark. Everything was wood. Up above me, I happened to notice the abnormally large bear's head mounted on the wall.
"Oh my God." I had done what I had sworn to myself that I never would have. I was never a person who gave up on what I had set my mind to. I had to admit; this was a first for me. Graham was nothing to me, practically a stranger. I had known him for all of two weeks; one and a half of which were spent in and around the police station. Granted, most of the men I had ever been with I had only known for a day if not less. This was different. For some damn reason, I cared about Graham's opinion of me. Somehow, I thought he was going to think less of me, "Oh my God, oh my God." I continued to whisper the phrase to myself as I silently slid out from the thin cover I found myself under. I quickly sprinted around the room, collecting anything that seemed to even remotely resemble anything of mine before taking off silently through the door.
"I knew you'd try to sneak out." That familiar voice stopped me only feet away from the front door. He was oddly chipper, as if nothing had happened. Of course, it was obvious something had happened, as I was having issues walking straight line, "Don't worry. I'm not going to try to stop you." He added, lifting a paper mug in my direction, "I thought you could use some coffee for the walk home." I took it gratefully. I was doing everything I could to keep from walking out the door, although the silence was becoming increasingly awkward. And we could both feel it, "So, I'll see you at the station, then?"
"Of…course?" It came out more questionable than anything else, "Why would you question it? I work there, too."
"Of course you do." He nodded, a smug sort of look on his face.
After that I hurried out the door and onto the street, only to come to the realization that it had gotten increasingly colder since yesterday night. As I looked up to the sky, I felt the snow pelting against my face. As I stood out in the middle of the road on the pavement just outside Graham's home, I became consciously aware that I couldn't remember anything. Maybe his chipper attitude that morning had come from the fact that he didn't remember anything either, and he was just assuming like I was.
Something was going on and I had the overwhelming sense that it had something to do with Regina.
"Where have you been?" Mary Margaret reprimanded as I ran through her door, a frantic attempt to get out of the cold.
"I was- with Graham." I muttered the last part under my breath, knowing that she was going to try to squeeze all of the details out of me. The thing was that, I didn't know if there were any details to give.
Mary Margaret's eyes went huge with excitement. I tried desperately to avoid eye contact, as I made myself look busy, taking twice as long as normal to hang up my purse and kick off my shoes, "So, are you just going to tell me, or am I really going to have to ask?" she pleaded.
I threw my hands into the air, pursing my lips. I swallowed my pride as I answered back, "I think I slept with him."
Mary Margaret's eyebrows knitted together, as a questioning frown crossed her features, "You think? The last time I checked, Emma, it's a fairly concrete matter."
"No, I know." I almost chuckled. Mary Margaret seemed genuinely befuddled by what I had just implied, "I mean, I know what we did. I did sleep with him. I just don't remember it. The last thing I remember was-" I realized I probably shouldn't mention what the last thing I remembered was. I figured it would be a little bit much to let her know about our little crime spree the night prior.
"What the hell am I going to do, Mary Margaret? I have to go to work, and be around him all day and pretend like nothing happened."
"Then do just that!" Mary Margaret demanded, "You can't just avoid him because of something that may or may not have happened. Be smiley and happy and then after the work day, you are going to tell him that I am demanding that you two go out on a real date." My own eyes finally shot up to meet hers, as she just let out a laugh, "Regardless of what's happened between you two thus far, you make some kind of a push forward, because honestly; the tension is starting to tick me off."
"Wait, what?" I couldn't believe what she was insinuating.
"Look, you just need to admit that you are attracted to him! You are hiding behind that wall of yours! Sooner or later he is going to realize that you are pushing him away, whether you're doing it consciously or unconsciously, and he is going to give up." She quickly reached for her own purse, which was on the wrack by the door and pulled it open, pulling out a thick wad of cash, particularly uncharacteristic for a school teach, "Here's 200 dollars." She handed me a thick wad of twenties, which I refused to take, "Come on. Take the money. Do something. I don't care if you go to dinner, or if you go skydiving, or if you- freaking- go to the shooting range. Just do something to let him know that you are at least interested. Take the money, Emma!" she waved it under my nose as if it were the most tempting thing in the world, and to be honest it was. I hadn't had a pay check under my belt in months, and it had been even longer since I had seen a pile of cash that big in person, so without giving another thought, I took the money and nodded, placing it securely in my front pocket, "Now go- change and get something to eat. You're going to be late for work."
I quickly left the room and went to her bedroom, where I had stowed my clothes away in a drawer beforehand. I suddenly realized that-should I have actually been the daughter of Snow White, that would've meant that Mary Margaret was my mother, and even though that was an odd feat to imagine, considering that she was actually a few years younger than me, I would've been fine with her being my mother.
A/N: That's it, then! I hope to have another chapter out by later today. Now the sun is actually starting to come up again and I have yet to get any sleep, so I am going to just finish this up now with a goodbye and a plea for somebody to go check out my new poll on my profile page! Don't forget to review and comment generously! Hope my entirely too pissed off mood didn't interfere with my writing too bad! xMags
