The next day after math Emma gets a text from her mom.
*My room at lunch.* This isn't good. Not at all.
*Got it* She sends off. Lunch is going to suck. In her next class Ruby has saved Emma's usual seat. Emma plops down.
"Hey… what's going on?" Ruby asks concerned.
"Well I won't be at lunch today because my mom demands I have it with her. So I'm most likely in deep shit for something," Emma groans.
"I am sorry. That sucks. Do you think she found out about the party?" Ruby whispers the last part. Emma shrugs.
"Not a damn clue," Emma says wearily. Their teacher commands their attention and begins class.
After class Emma drags her feet to her mom's room. When she opens the door she is surprised to to see not only her mom, but her dad, Killian, and Eric. The two boys look like they want to kill each other.
"So glad you could join us, Emma," Mary Margaret says bitterly.
"What's this all about?" Emma asks cautiously.
"That's what we want to know. The boys won't say a word about what happened," David says sternly, "We thought you could shed some light on the situation."
"I guess so," Emma says worried. Killian doesn't look worried or upset. Frankly he isn't showing a lot of emotion right now.
"Come on, Emma. Don't," Eric pleads. Her brow furrows. David crosses his arms.
"This is between Eric and I. Emma hasn't done anything. He and I can sort this out," Killian comments.
"I think you've done enough," Emma says sharply. He looks at her like a hurt puppy.
"I thought we-" she cuts him off by holding up her hand.
"Nope. Not here," she says. Everyone looks baffled by their exchange. She ignores it.
"Look, Eric hit on me and Killian didn't take that well. They fought. End of story. Can I please go?" Emma asks.
"Nope we aren't done. Boys figure your stuff out and get over it," Mary Margaret states.
"We aren't going to the police because this is stupid and childish. We don't want either of you to get in trouble and lose scholarships over this. Understood?" David asks.
"Yes, Coach," The boys say in unison.
"Good. Now leave. We need to talk to our daughter alone," David commands. The boys shuffle out without another word. Her parents turn to her.
"You're grounded," Mary Margaret states. David nods.
"I figured as much, for how long?" Emma asks unamused.
"A week, at the least. If you behave it will only be a week. Now do you want to talk about whatever is going on between you and Killian?" Mary Margaret asks.
"Most definitely not," David gives her a you-are-in-trouble-don't-be-difficult glare, "Look we are just having a fight. Its nothing big. Can I please go get some food? I am starving," She whines. They wave her away and she runs out. Killian is waiting for her in the hall. She rolls her eyes and walks right past him. He grabs her arm and she stops.
"Emma, I thought we were alright. What happened?"
"We aren't. Look we shit to get through and I'm hungry. We can talk about this later," She turns and walks down the hall. He runs after her.
"No, we can't. I want to talk now. Dammit, Emma I apologized. What more do you want from me?" He asks as he tries to keep up with her. This causes her to stop in her tracks.
"No you don't get to make this about me. This is about you, not me. You kept secrets from me and I had to hear about your past from some guy I don't even know. A guy who betrayed you. Why didn't you tell me? You know every goddamn thing about me," she hollers at him. Her hands are shaking in anger.
"Come on you know that's not true. You kept things from me. Don't act like this is all my fault. That in this relationship I'm the only one who has ever done anything wrong," he screams right back at her.
"Don't you dare throw that in my face. That is not fair and you know it. You never talk about your past," she says quieter.
"You've never asked. Was I just supposed to tell you?"
"I thought you would tell me about Milah or your dad," his face pales at the mention of his dad, "You never do and I didn't push you because I know its hard to talk about, but goddammit you can't shut me out forever," and with that the bell rings. Emma walks up to him and places her hand on his cheek.
"Please just remember that I'm here for you and I love you. I'll see you after practice?" she asks with her eyes searching his face for answer or even an emotion. He nods and runs off in the opposite direction. A single tear spills down her face. She wipes it away and heads to class.
Emma takes a seat in her class and pulls out her homework. As she is waiting for the bell to ring Smee walks in and takes the seat next to her. Today can't get any worse.
"Hey, how's Killian doing?" Smee asks. Emma can't look at him she will fall apart. Today is not her day.
"Fine," she says as she looks forward.
"I doubt that," he says. She whips her head around to look at him.
"Excuse me?" she retorts.
"I doubt he's fine. Can we talk after class?" She rolls her eyes, but nods in agreement. After class he pulls her aside in the hallway.
"What do you want to talk about?" She huffs annoyed with this toad of a boy.
"Killian, can't be fine. He slipped up and you found out about his past, which I'm sure you two had a conversation about. You guys are probably fighting with all the information I gave you. So why don't you tell me the truth?"
"No," she snaps.
"No? What do you mean no?" he asks baffled by her response.
"You don't get to know the truth. I may be fighting with Killian, but I will always side with Killian. What you did to him was unspeakable. If he is willing to make up with you and actually talk to you when you aren't drunk then fine, but don't you dare act like we are friends, got it?" During her speech his jaw dropped. He pulls himself together and nods. She walks away leaving him hurt.
Emma finally makes it to her last class of the day. The weight of all the fucked up shit in her life is crushing her. A hand is placed on her shoulder and causes her to jump. She turns and finds Graham. She smiles. Graham is one of her closest friends next to Ruby.
"Oh my god! When did you get back?" She squeals. She wraps him in a tight hug.
"On saturday. Now I was in London for six months and when I get back you're the talk of the town," he says as he releases her. She blushes. He has picked up a slight accent. It sounds good on him.
"I know. I should've called and emailed more," she says shyly.
"Me too. I am here now and that's all that matters. You're dating the quarterback?" He asks bitterly. She nods as they claim their usual spots.
"Really? That's surprising. You hate jocks," he quips.
"I know, but I found a good one."
"Yes, I heard he defended your honor and kicked Neal's ass. Why the hell didn't you tell me about him?" He asks and she can see the hurt in his eyes. She doesn't blame him. They have been friends for years and they tell each other everything. She just couldn't share this with him.
"Don't look at me like that. I only told Ruby and my parents. No one else knew. Look I don't want to talk about it. How was studying in london? Was is everything you imagined?" She abruptly changes the subject.
"It was. Everything was amazing, but I can't deny I missed this small town," he says with a sigh.
"You did?" Emma asks shocked. Who the hell could miss this place?
"Yes, I did. Not everyone wants to get out of here as soon as they graduate," he says pointedly. She rolls her eyes and class begins.
After class is over Graham insists on taking Emma to get some coffee.
"Graham I can't," she whines.
"What? Come on. I'm not even home for a week and you're already trying to get rid of me," he mocks being injured. She laughs and playfully hits his shoulder.
"No, I'm grounded," She pouts. His eyes widen in surprise.
"What on god's green earth did you do?"
"Caught lying about where I was on Saturday night. Its only a week, so its not too bad," she says with a shrug.
"Oh you're a little rebel now?"
"No, it was a one time thing. I have to get home. How about you come over? I am sure my mom would love to see you,"
"I have nowhere to be why not?" he shrugs. They pile into his car speed off to Emma's. He talks about London and how snotty the girls were. She laughs with every story he tells. They make it to her place. As they walk through the door Mary Margaret begins to yell.
"EMMA SWAN. I know for a fact it does not take that long to get from here to the school. We talked about this at lunch you're grounded. Please explain yourself," she finally appears from the kitchen.
"Mom, Graham's back from London," she says with a smile. Graham smirks.
"Sorry Mrs. S, I was trying to get Emma to come with me to get coffee. She said it would be okay if we hung out here. If not I can leave," he says charmingly.
"Boy, get over here," Mary Margaret holds her arms open. Graham walks forward and she envelops him in her arms.
"Of course you can stay, you know I think of you as one of my own," she says as she releases him from her grip.
"Great, we'll be in my room," Emma says cheerily. Mary Margaret nods. Emma pulls Graham up to her room. They sit on her bed.
"Emma, you have to tell me everything I've missed," Graham orders. Emma sighs, but nods.
"Alright, but its not a nice story…," she continues to tell him everything about Neal and Killian. He is livid about Neal and wants to kill him.
"Emma that happened while I was still here, why didn't you tell me," she can see the pity in his eyes. He grabs her hand.
"This. this is why. The way you're looking at me. You think I'm weak and you pity me. I can see it in your eyes and that's the last thing I want," she yanks her hand out of his and gets off the bed. He gets up as well.
"Emma, I don't think any of those things. I think you're the strongest girl I know and I don't pity you. I just think you went through some shit that no one should go through," he says and he pulls her into his arms. Tears slide down her cheeks as they pull apart.
"Goddammit, I can't stop crying today," she says as she plops on her bed again. He grabs a tissue and hands it to her. He sits next to her. She wipes them away.
"Why have you been crying today? Do I need to kick a certain quarterback's ass?" he asks concerned.
"No, we just had a fight today. I was and said terrible things and he was mad and said terrible things," Emma says as she fiddles with the tissue.
"A fight? About what? I thought he was perfect," he grumbles the last part.
"I never said he was perfect. Just really great. Anyway every couple fights. I haven't told you this part yet. I just found out he has a drinking problem and on Saturday we went to one of Eric's parties, so you can imagine how well that went,"
"Shit, Emma. He didn't hurt you or anything?" he asks worry written all over his face.
"No, Killian isn't like Neal. He would never hurt me," she says. He lets out a sigh.
"Come on, lets go watch tv," she suggests. He nods and they head down the stairs. They sit down on the couch and flip through all the channels. They settle on some reality show. They mock everyone on the show. Emma doesn't notice how Graham's arm is on her shoulders.
David comes home and hardly notices them, then does a double take.
"Graham? Is that you?" David asks surprised. They turn to face him.
"Yes, Coach. How is the football team doing?" Graham inquires. David lets out a disgusted sigh.
"Today was rough, but we should be fine for playoffs," he says. Emma's brow furrows. Graham just smiles and nods. Emma hopes Eric and Killian figured their shit out. David joins them in the living room.
"Can we please watch the news?" David pleads. They agree and change the channel.
A little while later there's a knock at the door. David gets up to get it. He comes back with Killian. Emma gets up and gives him a kiss on the cheek. David wanders into the kitchen.
"How was practice?" She asks.
"It was fine. Who's this?" He asks confused by Graham's presence. Graham gets up.
"Oh god. Sorry. Killian, this is Graham. Graham, this is Killian," they shake hands and Killian still looks confused.
"Nice to meet you. Emma here won't shut up about how amazing you are," Graham says. Emma punches his arm.
"Would you shut up! Some friend you are," she says.
"Funny. Emma's never mentioned you," Killian says coldly. He's pissed. Why is he pissed?
"Oh well I was in London for six months. I just got back. I'm a little hurt you don't talk about me," he says mocking injury.
"Huh, well that explains it," Killian says with a smile. He wraps an arm around Emma and pulls her to his side. Oh my god. He's jealous. He thinks Graham is a threat. She looks at Graham.
"Do you mind giving us a second?" she asks. He nods.
"Sure, I'll just go chat with your parents," he gives Emma a worried look. She just shakes her head. As soon as he's out of earshot Emma rounds on Killian.
"What the hell was that all about?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing. I get here and some guy I've never met has his hands all over you. Would you care to explain?" he asks.
"What? Graham didn't have his hands on me," she argues.
"Emma he had a hand over your shoulders when I came in. I am not blind,"
"I know, you're not. It doesn't matter. Graham is just a friend. Has been for years. My parents think of him as a son. Please don't tell me you're jealous?" she asks hands on hips.
"What? No I just don't like other guys touching my girlfriend," he growls.
"Fine. I won't happen again," she growls back. They are standing so close together that their noses are touching. Killian grabs her and kisses her. He pushes her against a wall and she thrusts her hands into his hair. He groans. His tongue forces its way into her mouth.
"Dinner's ready!" Mary Margaret calls. They pull apart, breathing heavily.
"Sorry, love. I'm grounded. I can't stay. I'll call later," he says. She nods and walks him to the door. He gives her one last kiss on her cheek.
"Love you," he whispers. She smiles. Despite their fighting she really does love him.
"I love you too," she says and he leaves. She shuts the door and heads into the kitchen. Emma can't stop smiling. They started without her. Mary Margaret looks concerned.
"Where's Killian?" she asks.
"He's not joining us. He's grounded," she states.
"What? Why?" David asks.
"Charlotte doesn't like him getting into fights that aren't in a boxing ring," she says as she scoops out the chicken casserole Mary Margaret made. Emma takes a piece of bread and some salad.
"Oh that's understandable," she says with a shy smile. Emma looks at Graham, who smiles at her. They talk about London for the rest of dinner.