Once seated in neighboring desks, Ruby and Emma shared a look. Making sure to lower her voice, so their new teacher couldn't hear, the brunette girl whispered, "I can't believe she was being such a bitch to us. I mean, like, what gives?" Absentmindedly nodding at her friend's statement, Emma turned her attention back to the woman at the front of the room.
The blonde couldn't help herself but drink in the sight of the woman. She knew it was wrong to fantasize about a teacher, but it was sohard not to! Especially when she knew the said teacher returned her feelings, if last night was any indication.
"Miss Swan," came the melodic woman's voice from her desk. Emma's snapped herself from her stupor, hazel eyes meeting the brunette's own caramel ones. 'Damn her eyes.'
"Yes, ma'am," Emma spoke hesitantly. 'Ma'am? Seriously, Swan,' she berated herself. 'Good luck getting anyone to sleep with you with that line.'
Her teacher's face remained unimpressed, as it should be, then she addressed the blonde again, "Usually the proper response is 'here', Miss Swan," she corrected. "Or, if you're wanting to be a bit more formal, 'present' would do." Turning her attention back to her computer, Regina continued to call roll.
Leaning over to the blonde, Ruby muttered, "Yup. Total bitch."
The rest of the class went on without the two communicating again, Regina writing notes on the board and the students copying the information down. The brunette didn't face the class much, which Emma felt she was the cause of. Hoping that she'd manage to escape the classroom withouthaving to interact with the brunette, prolonging the inevitable, when the end of class bell rang, she rushed to the exit.
"Miss Swan, may I have a moment," Emma heard Regina call after her, her tone leaving no room for argument. 'Damn it. I was so close.' The blonde halted her movements, Ruby flashing her a sympathetic expression before fleeing the room, and waited for the remainder of the students to exit before turning towards the woman.
"Yes, Ms. Mills," Emma questioned with mock innocence, which only angered the already fuming woman further. Storming past the blonde, Regina slammed the door shut, causing the girl to flinch at the sound, then turned sharply on her heels.
Their eyes met one another's and, for a brief moment, both were brought back to the night they had shared in the bar. Letting out a deep breath, Regina's demeanor shifted from rage into sadness in a matter of seconds, and the blonde's heart broke for the woman.
Dropping her head dejectedly, the brunette let out, "Y-You're a student." Taking a hesitant step closer to the woman, Emma brought one of her hands up to rest on the teacher's shoulder. Searching her mind for what to say to the woman, the blonde settled on an apology.
"I am truly, deeply sorry. I really didn't mean for any of this to happen," she admitted truthfully, throwing her other hand in the air to emphasize her point. Meeting the blonde's sorrowful gaze and seeing the honestly emitting from her eyes, Regina recomposed herself.
"I see," stated the brunette. "Well, I suppose you should have thought of that before you allowed last night to happen." Emma could sense the woman's walls beginning to build up again. She neededto get through to the woman, for both of their sakes.
"No, Regina, please," the blonde pleaded, only to be cut off by a silencing hand from the brunette. "It's Ms. Mills to you," the teacher corrected coldly. Emma felt a shiver run down her spine at the woman's change of tone. This was nothow Emma had wanted their conversation to go. Although, if she were being honest, the blonde had no idea how she imagined it would've been, finding her current situation so implausible that it was almost comical.
Shaking her head at the thought, Emma watched as her teacher made her way back to the podium, straightening up a pile of papers for her next class. The blonde took notice of the brunette's pained expression and set jaw, then turned slowly towards the room's only exit.
Sighing deeply, Emma made her way to the door, and, when her hand met the metal handle, she turned her head back towards the teacher in one last attempt to reason with the brunette. Receiving no reaction from the woman, the blonde proceeded to open the door and left the room in silence.