When the class is over Killian is waiting outside for her. She smiles and cocks her head. He grabs her hand and they start walking.
"So, we are still on for lunch right?" She asks.
"Of course. I am just walking you to your next class." He states. Her eyes widen.
"That's sweet, but you don't have to."
"No, I am protecting you and he will never get near you again," he simply states.
"Is it necessary to walk me to every class?" Emma asks uneasily. Is he really going to walk her to every class? Thats a little ridiculous. It would be cute if he just wanted to spend more time with her.
"Yes, very. Look at your face." He states. she grimaces. The nerve of him. She can walk to and from her classes. Its not like Neal would show up here. He didn't even graduate high school. He would never show his face here. They get to her next class. He smiles and walks away. They were fine before she went to math what happened between now and then? Are they a thing? She knows he cares about her, but are they are a couple? Her head is spinning.
She comes out of her class there he is waiting for her. She smiles and they hold hands as they walk to the cafeteria. They grab their food and sit down. All the whispering going on around them is making Emma uneasy.
"Emma, what is it?" Killian asks. She fakes a smile.
"Nothing absolutely. Nothing," Emma says. He frowns.
"Now I know you're lying, love. What is it?" He holds her hand.
"Its just... can't you hear everyone whispering around us?" She asks. He looks around and shrugs.
"What? People can't talk at lunch?" He teases her.
"They can talk, but they aren't. People whisper when they don't want to be heard. They are whispering. About me. About us."
"Does it bother you that much?" Killian asks with his brow furrowed.
"Not normally. With these bruises today people didn't even try to hide they were talking about me. Walking into school today people literally stopped and stared at me. This is why I didn't want to come today," She mumbles.
"You didn't want to come today?"
"No, my mother made me come."
"I am sorry, love. If it makes you feel better I am glad you came," He says with smile. She smiles back remembering their kiss in the library. He swipes hair out of her face and gives her a quick kiss.
"Don't worry about the other people. They don't matter," He says. She nods, but still feels hurt. Killian is loved and known by everyone. She's little miss nobody who gets in trouble all the time. He has it so easy. No matter what happens everyone will still love him.
After the last class of the day Killian is there once again. She's glad he's there and he cares, but this is a little ridiculous. It's like he thinks she can't walk on her own. Her head is starting to throb. It was a bad idea to come to school.
"I think you walking me class to class is just a little over protective?" She asks.
"Well no, but that's not the only reason I'm doing it." He says and looks slightly offended.
"Then why?" She asks.
"Is it so ridiculous that I want to spend time with you?" He asks obviously hurt. God she is such an idiot. Of course he wanted to spend time with her.
"No, it's not. I'm sorry. I'm just a little on edge," she says as she rubs her temples.
"Are you alright, love?" she shakes her head.
"I can take you home. Come on," He says as he slides his hand into hers.
"No, you have pratice. They can't practice without the quarterback. My dad would kill you if you didn't show up. If you could just walk with me to my mom's room?" She asks quietly. He nods. They head to her mom's room down the hall.
"Do you feel well enough to come out to dinner tonight?" He asks. She sighs. Damn her parents. They stop outside her mom's door.
"No, still under house arrest. Now more than ever. I really wish I could," She says frustrated.
"Could I bring you dinner?" He asks as Mary Margaret walks out of her room.
"Oh Killian, that would be lovely. You don't need to bring food though. I'll be making dinner," Mary Margaret says with a smile. Emma immediately blushes. Her mom was eavesdropping. This could not be more embarrassing.
"Alright. Sounds great. I'll be over right after practice." Killian says while looking at Emma. She can tell her mother is making him uncomfortable. He gives Emma an awkward hug.
"See you after practice," she says sweetly. He smiles and walks away. She immediately rounds on her mom.
"Could have you been more weird?" Emma asks. Mary Margaret is taken aback by this.
"What did I do?" Mary Margaret asks confused.
"Mom, you just stood there while he was saying goodbye. You could've like walked away, checked your phone, or done anything else." Emma rubs her temples.
"I'm sorry. I won't do that again. Let's get you home. Do you need more painkillers?" Emma nods. Mary Margaret is worried about her daughter. Emma wishes the pounding would stop.
Mary Margaret guides Emma out of the building and to the car. When Emma gets home she takes painkillers and goes straight to bed. Around six Mary Margaret shakes Emma awake.
"Honey, Killian's here. If you want I can tell him you're not feeling well," Mary Margaret says quietly. The pounding is gone.
Emma sits up in bed.
"No, don't. My head feels better. I'll be down in a minute," Emma says with a smile.
"Okay, no rush on dinner. Come down when you're ready," Mary Margaret says as she leaves. As soon as the door shuts Emma gets out of bed. She looks at herself in the mirror and grimaces. Her face looks like some abstract painting. How could Killian want to look at her right now? She brushes out her hair and heads downstairs. Killian is sitting on the couch while her parents are in the kitchen. Emma leans over his shoulder.
"Hey, stranger," She says in a low voice. He jumps a little bit but recovers quickly. He laughs and she giggles.
"Hey, love, I see you're feeling better," he says with a smile.
"Much better. How was practice?" She asks.
"Good, but I am starving," he says. Not even a second later his stomach rumbles. They burst out laughing.
"I heard that! Now get in here, dinner's ready." Mary Margaret shouts from the kitchen. Killian pushes off the couch and they both head into the kitchen. The table is set and David is already seated. They all sit down. Emma smiles. Her mom made her chicken noodle soup. Emma's favorite. Dinner is nice and Killian seems to get along with her parents. This is good right? Yes, this is what normal relationships look like.
Emma and Killian do the dishes. He washes and she dries.
"Are you worried about Neal?" Killian asks.
"No... maybe. Okay, yes." Emma admits.
"Hey, look its okay. I'm here. I won't let him touch you ever again," He says. She smiles and he splashes her with water. She screams. She splashes him right back.
"Oh you're on little lady," He says. He begins to tickle her. She lets out a little yelp and begins to laugh. He keeps tickling her while laughing.
"Oh my god, please stop," she says in between laughs. He does, but they both can't stop smiling.
"God even your laugh is beautiful," Killian says. Emma sucks in her breath. He pulls Emma into his arms and he kisses her. She wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss. He pushes her onto the kitchen counter. She pulls away.
"My parents are in the other room, we can't." Emma says out of breath. She rests her forehead against his. Then there is a shattering sound. They jump apart and Emma slides off the counter. The look around and spot the glass on the ground. The window is shattered. Neal is standing right there. He is fuming and his fist is covered in blood. Killian shields Emma from Neal.
"Dad!" Emma yells. David runs in. He sees Neal and runs out of the house after Neal.