Hey guys!

Thanks so much for the favourites, follows and comments so far! I really appreciate all the positive feedback! :) So, I've had some free time over the past few days and have boshed out a new chapter. It's a little longer than the last one, which I'm sure you will all appreciate, but future chapters probably won't be this long, so enjoy it while you can!

4pm

Friday. 9am. My office. 3rd floor of the humanities building, 2nd corridor on the left. We shall discuss the project.

- R

Professor Mills' email the next day caused butterflies in the pit of Emma's stomach. She still couldn't believe she had asked her. Her. Emma. Freshman. To work alongside her on, what was obviously an important project. Her stomach reeled with anticipation at their meeting, and at the prospect of working with her crush for what could be a considerable amount of time. 'Crush.' Emma cringed at the word. She supposed it was a kind of a crush, but she preferred to think of it as a (very strong) attraction. 'Crush' sounded so lame.

I'll be there!

- Emma.

Does the exclamation point make me seem too excited? Too childish? She thought to herself, looking back over the short email. Oh, get a grip, Swan. She thought, shaking her head at her ridiculousness. But, the professor made her nervous. Really nervous. And she never got nervous around women. She wanted to impress her, but she didn't want it to look like she wanted to impress her. Her head was swimming with a million thoughts on how to handle their meeting. Just play it cool. She thought, overanalysing her every possible move. She was giving herself a headache. Jesus, Swan, she's just a normal person. A normal, ridiculously sexy, intimidating person… Fuck. She thought. The woman was really messing with her head. She didn't know how to handle this situation. This had never happened to her before. She was totally flustered, and it was freaking her out. Look. Just go in there, listen, nod, ask a couple of questions, seem interested, but not overly-excited. Be yourself. You're Emma Swan. Cool as a cucumber. 'Cool as a cucumber!?' She thought. Jesus, she really was losing it.

7am

On Friday morning she woke up at 7am. Nerves brimming in the pit of her stomach as she remembered her 9 o'clock meeting with the professor. She threw off the covers, stood up, grabbed her towel and shower caddy and headed out of her room. Crossing paths, once again, with Belle, who grinned quizzically upon seeing her.

"Hey, you're up early. Class?" She questioned.

"No, actually. I have a meeting with Professor Mills." Emma smiled.

"Oh, the Art History teacher?" Belle asked.

"Yeah"

"I've heard she's a real hardass. What did you do? You in trouble?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Emma laughed.

"No, no, nothing like that. Actually, she asked for my help on a project she's working on. Should be pretty cool." Emma shrugged.

"Wow Em, that's great!" She beamed, excited for her friend.

"Thanks B. Hey, you going to the Delta party later?"

"Def! David asked me to go with him." She said, smiling. David was another boy in their dorm who had a huge crush on Belle, which she was completely oblivious to.

"Oooh, a date?" Emma asked, her eyebrows raised.

"What? No!" Belle laughed, then looked serious. "Why, do you think it's a date?" She asked nervously.

"Could be. He's got a pretty serious crush on you." Emma replied, now it was her turn to wiggle her eyebrows.

"Seriously?" She asked confusedly, her mind wandering.

"Duh! Haven't you noticed the way he looks at you with those big puppy dog eyes!?"

"He does not!" She exclaimed.

"Oh my god B, you're so oblivious! Anyway, you should definitely go with him. He's pretty hot, for a dude."

"You think so?" She asked seriously.

"For sure! You get that, girl!" Emma laughed, bumping her hip against Belle's.

"Shut up!" She laughed embarrassedly, giving her a playful bat on the arm. "Anyway, you better go. Wouldn't want to keep the Evil Queen waiting." She winked. "I'll see you tonight?" She questioned as she began to walk away.

"I'll text you!" Emma called after her as she made her way to the bathrooms.

9am

Emma took a deep breath before she knocked on the door to Professor Mills' office.

"Come in." Came a voice from the other side.

Emma pushed the door open tentatively.

"Hi." She smiled, popping her head round the door.

"Emma. Please." The professor said warmly, gesturing to the seat opposite her desk.

Emma stepped into the room and was immediately captivated by an exquisite nude painting hanging on the wall to the right of her. Emma wandered over to it and her mouth fell open when she realised.

"Is that… The original Modigliani?" She asked, turning to face the professor, who noted her with curiosity. She smiled and pushed her chair back to stand up.

"Unfortunately, no. Just a very good replica." She said, walking over to where Emma was stood.

"It's uncanny." Emma replied, still marvelling at the image.

"Well I should hope so, it cost me an arm and a leg. Not as much as the original mind you. But it's my favourite owned piece." Said the professor, standing beside Emma, their shoulders brushing ever so slightly. Emma felt a blush creep up her neck at the contact.

"It's beautiful." Emma breathed, turning to face the professor.

The two women smiled at each other warmly. Emma's heart fluttered in her chest. Their faces were in such close proximity that Emma couldn't help but let her eyes flicker down to the other woman's mouth. She noticed a small scar that ran along her top lip, deeply embedded amongst the plump crimson. Emma's blue eyes returned to meet dark chocolate orbs. She noticed the professors eyes widen ever so slightly before she shifted back a step.

"Thank you." She smiled, returning to her desk.

Emma walked over to join her on the other side. The phrase play it cool, play it cool, play it cool running through her head multiple times as she reached into her backpack for her notepad.

9.30am

The rest of the meeting went by with nothing serious to report. The professor informed her that the project she would be working on was actually a book the professor was writing on the influence the renaissance period had on modern art. She told her that her last paper had confirmed her decision to take Emma on board, as her passion and knowledge for the subject was glaringly obvious. Emma was to regularly liaise with the seniors and gather research materials for the professor. Their first meeting was the following Monday and Emma had to bring something substantial to present.

"I was hoping that you may have some insight on the subject that the others lack. Something unique, a different angle. I want this book to be different from the numerous others out there. It's main purpose is to inform, yes. But I want passion on the pages, not just the facts. Do you understand what I mean?" The professor asked. Emma nodded.

"Definitely. I always feel, when reading books like these, they lack a sort of… Personal touch. It's like, the lights are on but no one's home, you know? The facts are there, but there's nothing the writer is telling me that's drawing me in. I want to feel it." Emma paused when she noticed the way the professor was looking at her.

"Exactly." She smiled. Giving Emma a glimpse of her perfect, white teeth. Emma laughed embarrassedly and ran a hand through her hair.

"Sorry, I tend to get a bit carried away sometimes." She smiled.

"No, no. Carried away is exactly what we need." The professor replied. Emma nodded.

"I actually have a couple of books at home that may be of interest, and one in my room that definitely will be. That is, if you haven't read them already. I'll call my mom later and get her to send me a list of titles, then I'll forward that to you and anything you haven't read I'll get her to send over." Emma said, packing away her notebook.

"That would be great, thank you Emma."

"Sure, no problem. I'll probably get started on all this tonight." She said. The professor cocked an eyebrow at her, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"I thought you had a party to go to tonight?" The professor asked. Emma paused for a moment, confused. Then remembered the conversation she and Ruby had, had in front of the professor a few days previous.

"Ah." Emma breathed. "Yes." She laughed slightly. "Umm… It's cool, I wasn't that bothered about going to be honest. I'd actually rather be doing this than getting hit on by a bunch of drunk sorority girls." Emma said laughing. Her smile dropped when she noticed the professors smirk, and the realisation of what she just said hit her.

"Oh. Um. Not like that. I mean. Ha. I didn't mean for that to sound as arrogant as it probably did." She stuttered, her cheeks flushing.

"Not at all. If Ruby's behaviour towards you is any indication of her friends' then I have no doubt that what you just said is true." Said the professor, folding her arms, the smirk still evident on her lips. Emma couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, Ruby's… Ruby I guess." She said. "I think she just likes the attention."

"But you agreed to be her tutor?" The professor asked, her brow still raised.

"I know. I have a feeling I'm going to regret that decision." Emma sighed. "It's proving difficult convincing her that the library is a more appropriate place to study than her room." Emma paused. Is this conversation appropriate? She thought. I mean, the obvious subtext was how Ruby wanted to have sex with her. Maybe I pushed it too far… Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rich laughter coming from the Professor. Emma smiled at the sound, it was low, husky and really fucking sexy.

"That doesn't surprise me. Judging from her work I'd say she doesn't even know where the on campus library is." She laughed, clamping a hand over her mouth in shock when she realised what she'd said. Emma's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open slightly.

"Ooh, that was cold." She said, then burst out laughing. The teacher began to laugh behind her hand. Her dark brown eyes glittering.

"I should not have said that." She said, trying to stifle her laughter.

"It's cool. I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret." Emma said with a wink, standing up and gathering her things. It had sounded a little flirty, but, whatever. No harm in that, right?

'Right, so. I'll see you on Monday at 5?" Emma said.

"Right." Replied the professor, holding out her hand. Emma glanced down at her elegant fingers and noticed there was no wedding ring. She smiled to herself and took her hand in her own, shaking it lightly. She felt electricity course through her fingers at their touch. Glancing up she noticed the professor giving her an curious look before they let go of each other's hands.

"Bye." Emma smiled, turning to walk out of the office.

"Goodbye Emma." Professor Mills replied, sitting back down in her chair.

Damn. She thought as she closed the door. She could have sworn there was some chemistry there.

7.30pm

Hey. We're meeting outside Delta at 9.30. You in? -B

Emma glanced down from her laptop at her phone. She'd been working for the last few hours on Professor Mills' project and was getting some really good stuff together. Shit. She thought. She had completely forgotten to text Belle that she wasn't going to the party.

Shit. Really sorry B, totally forgot to text you. I can't make it. Have to start working on Prof. Mills' project. - E

What! Seriously? Can't you come for a couple of hours? :( I can't go with just David! She replied.

Emma sighed. She probably could afford to go for a little while, but honestly, she really didn't feel like it.

Pretty please :(:(:(

Another text from Belle came through. Emma hated disappointing her friends. She was about to text back when there was a knock at her door. She got up and opened it. Belle was standing in her doorway with a pouty look on her face.

"Pleaseeee!" She whined. "You have to come!" Emma rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Seriously B, I have so much work to do. You know The Evil Queen's reputation. I can't fuck this up!" She said, groaning.

"Come on. Can't you just leave it for like an hour. Just an hour! Just until I've had a little bit to drink and I don't feel so awkward. Please!" She said, pouting and batting her eyelashes. Emma couldn't resist her adorable face. She groaned.

"Ugh, fine! One hour, that's it. Then I have to get back. Deal?"

"Deal." Belle agreed, grinning.

"Right, shall I come get you from your room at 9.30?" Emma asked.

"Actually, I'm getting ready at Elsa's. So, I'll meet you outside Delta if that's cool?" She asked hopefully.

"Yeah, sure. Okay, I have to finish some more work before I get ready, so I'll see you then." Emma said, closing her door. "Laters, B."

"Bye!" She called back as the door closed. Emma sighed and walked back over to her desk.

9.20pm

Emma applied the finishing touches to her make up and stood back to survey herself. She looked pretty good, she had to admit. She always looked good with a smoky eye and dark red lipstick. She was wearing black skinny jeans rolled up at the ankles, a white blouse with a few buttons undone, her lacy black bralette just visible underneath, and brown loafers. She flipped her blonde hair over to the side and reached for her black leather jacket, putting it on as she walked out the door.

9.40pm

Emma approached the Delta house at around 9.40 and saw Belle, Elsa and David stood outside waiting for her. Belle grinned as she walked up to them.

"You made it! I was scared you might bail." Belle smiled, pulling Emma in for a warm hug.

"Nah. I could never ditch my best girl!" She said. Belle smiled sweetly, blushing slightly.

"Hey Elsa." She said, turning to the blonde and giving her a hug.

"Hey! You look hot!" She said, staring Emma up and down.

"Thanks." Emma laughed.

"Nolan." She smiled, turning to the handsome blonde and wrapping an arm around his neck too.

"What's up, Em?" He asked.

"Nothing much, just preparing myself for another night of potential debauchery." She said, grinning.

"Belle said you probably weren't gonna stay long?" He frowned.

"Yeah. I wasn't referring to me." She said, eyeing him, then Belle. His eyes widened as he let out a nervous laugh.

"Ha. Yeah." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. Emma raised an eyebrow.

"Shall we?" She said, gesturing to the house.

"Let's do it!" Said Elsa.

She could hear the music thumping from down the street. 'Omen' by Disclosure was blaring as they walked into the house, which was packed full of people drinking, shouting and laughing. Emma noticed a couple of girls flirtatiously looking her up and down as she walked through to the kitchen. She had a bit of a reputation around campus for being the 'hot lesbian.' She knew because Belle had told her after overhearing a group of sorority girls talking about it at a party. She wasn't arrogant about it, far from it. She thought it quite flattering really, and she certainly wasn't one to shy away from a bit of harmless flirting. But when drunk, obviously straight girls approached her, coming on crazy strong and telling her that they had 'never slept with a girl before', it completely turned her off. As if she was some meaningless experiment. It wasn't that she had never slept with straight girls, she had, of course. But she didn't want to be known as the local lesbian who bangs all the straight sorority chicks. It was a gross cliché, and there were enough dumb frat boys around to do that anyway. No, Emma wasn't interested in some drunken hook-up with a random girl at a party.

"Yo, Em. Beer?" David called over to her.

"God yes." She said. Plucking the red cup from his hands and drinking a few big gulps.

"EMMA!" She heard a voice squeal from across the room. Emma peered over her cup and saw Ruby bounding towards her, her breasts barely contained by the tiny crop top she was wearing. All the guys were staring at her chest as she bounced over. Emma groaned.

"Hey! Oof." She said as Ruby enveloped her into another bone crushing hug, causing some of her beer to spill onto the floor.

"Oops, sorry." Ruby giggled. "I've already had quite a few shots. What are you drinking, beer?" She asked, wrinkling her nose.

"Um, yeah. Want some?" Emma asked, offering her the cup.

"Ew, no thanks. Even the smell makes me gag." She said, pushing the cup back towards her. Emma took another sip and stared levelly at Ruby, who was looking her up and down.

"Fuck, Em. You look so hot. You always look hot, but you look really hot tonight." She said, biting her lip and gazing lustfully at Emma.

"Uh, thanks Rubes. You look good too." She said sheepishly, trying to think of a way out of the conversation.

"I'm looking forward to our tutoring session next week." Ruby said coyly.

"Yeah, cool. Hey, so, I can't stay long and I promised Belle I'd hang with her, so I'll catch you later, okay?" Ruby frowned.

"Belle?" She asked. "The pretty brunette?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?" Emma asked.

"She has a crush on you." Ruby smirked. Emma's eyes widened and she burst out laughing.

'What?" She cried. "No she doesn't! That's ridiculous. We're just good friends, and besides, she's totally straight."

"Who's straight?" A voice called from behind her. Emma whipped round and saw Belle standing beside her, smiling.

"Oh, uhhh… uhh, Elsa." She stammered, covering her tracks.

"Oh." Belle said thoughtfully. "Actually, I wouldn't be so sure. I think she might have a little bit of a crush on you, Em." She said, bumping her shoulder playfully.

"Jesus" Emma breathed. Was there no escape from these girls? Ruby was grinning up at her devilishly.

"Looks like you're a bit of a hot commodity around here, Em." Ruby said, raising her eyebrows and glancing at Belle. Belle's eyes widened and she laughed a little awkwardly.

"Ha, yeah. Anyway, there's a group of people playing spin the bottle. We were thinking of joining. You game?" She grinned.

"Seriously? Isn't that kind of lame."

"Oh come on, don't be boring. It will be fun!" Belle said, smiling.

"Okay fine, I'll be there in a sec." She replied. Belle wandered off to find the others.

"Oh yeah, she's totally into you." Ruby said, scoffing after Belle.

"No way dude. We're friends. She's straight." Emma said adamantly.

"Oka-ay, whatever you say." Belle said sarcastically, holding up her hands "But if we lived in the same dorm, I would definitely be a frequent visitor to your room." She whispered sexily in Emma's ear before walking away. Emma watched her bounce off. She does have a really nice ass. She thought to herself before shaking her head to snap out of it.

Emma wondered if Ruby was right. No, she couldn't be. Belle was straight. She and Belle were friends. Just friends. She had never flirted with her, or given her any indication that she was into her… had she? No. Ruby was being ridiculous she concluded as she wandered over to the sofas, Belle waving her over. Emma sighed and plopped herself down next to the brunette, who bumped her on the shoulder, grinning.

"You okay?" Belle asked.

"Yeah, fine. Ruby's just-"

"A bitch." Belle finished for her. Emma laughed

"Ooh, not a fan, B?" Emma asked, nudging her.

"I just don't trust her." She shrugged.

"Fair enough." Emma shrugged back. There was a pause before Belle launched in.

"And it's so obvious how desperate she is to get in your pants. It's gross. Seriously, I'm surprised she didn't just start taking off her clothes in front of you, there and then… Well, what little clothes she was wearing, anyway." Belle said with a look of disgust.

"Yeah, I don't think subtle is in her vocabulary." Emma grinned. Belle grinned back before their attention turned to the game that was going on in front of them.

"Okay! So, Elsa aaand" called Aurora, everyone watching the bottle at the centre of the group as it spun. "Killian!" She exclaimed.

"Aw, yeah!" Killian exclaimed, high fiving his fellow frat buddies. What a dumbass thought Emma, glancing over at Elsa, who was grimacing.

"Come to daddy!" He said, crawling forward with his eyes closed and lips puckered.

"Why did I agree to play again?" Elsa groaned, looking at Belle for support.

"Sorry." Belle giggled.

Elsa closed her eyes, frowning as she made her way over to Killian. Everyone cheered as they kissed. Elsa quickly pulled away and began wiping at her lips. Belle and Emma were clinging onto each other from laughing so hard.

"Fuck you guys." Elsa said grumpily, slumping back in her seat.

"Careful Elsa, you might need to get tested for herpes." Emma said, causing Belle to erupt into another fit of giggles. Elsa glared at her, but she could see a smile forming on her lips.

"Okay, next!" Aurora called out. She spun the bottle and it landed on

"David!" She said. "Aaaand" the bottle was spun again. "Belle!"

Belle laughed awkwardly, blushing slightly. The tips of David's ears went bright pink as he smiled at her nervously. Belle leaned in and they shared a cute kiss. Everyone cheered again.

"Boring!" Said Aurora. "Come on people, where's the heat?" She cried. "Next!"

Belle blushed as they pulled apart and glanced at her feet. Emma nudged her softly, giving her googly eyes. Belle nudged her back a little harder. "Shut up." She whispered.

"Emma!" Aurora cried. Emma looked up confusedly upon hearing her name, then looked down at the bottle and saw it was pointing to her. Oh christ she thought. She glanced around the circle and saw a few girls eagerly awaiting the next spin.

"Aaand" Aurora looked up at her. "Belle." Emma swallowed. She felt Belle stiffen beside her.

"No fair! Belle already had her kiss." Came a voice.

"Yeah, spin again!" Came another.

"No." Came a voice from outside the circle. "It landed on Belle so she has to kiss Emma. Those are the rules." Emma looked up and saw Ruby watching Belle with an evil smirk. Fucking Ruby she thought, glaring at her. Belle turned to Emma with a slight look of panic.

"B, it's cool. It's just a kiss." Emma said reassuringly. Belle nodded and glanced nervously at Emma's lips. Emma reached a hand up to Belle's neck and softly pulled their faces close.

"You okay?" She whispered. Belle nodded.

Their lips met briefly. Belle's were soft, tentative and unsure at first, brushing gently over Emma's. Emma pressed a little harder and she swore she heard a low moan escape Belle's throat. Belle pressed forward into Emma and parted her lips. Emma gripped Belle's neck more firmly, causing the kiss to intensify. She nibbled gently at Belle's lower lip, who reached out a soft hand to cup her cheek as she ran her tongue along Emma's lower lip. Emma opened her mouth slightly and their tongues met, slowly twirling together. Emma moaned quietly and placed her free hand onto Belle's hip, squeezing softly. But before things got any further someone beside them coughed. Pulling them both out of their trance.

"Now that's what I'm talking about people!" Aurora exclaimed, smirking at Emma. Ruby looked pissed as she marched off to another room. Emma looked at Belle, who refused to meet her gaze, her cheeks a certain shade of crimson. David and Elsa were staring open mouthed at the pair of them.

"I. Uh. I have to use the bathroom." Belle stammered, standing up suddenly and clambering across the bodies around her.

"Wow Emma, are you that bad a kisser?" Killian called, causing all of his buddies to roar with laughter.

"Well, if Elsa's face was any indication of your kissing skills, I'd say you need to keep practicing with the John Mayer poster above your bed." She snapped. That shut him up. He glared angrily at Emma as she stood up. His buddies shoving him around and laughing even harder.

Emma saw Belle rushing up the stairs. She called after her to no response. Emma followed her up and wandered along the corridor to the bathroom. She knocked on the door gently.

"B?" She said softly.

"I'm fine." Came a voice from the other side.

"B, come on, let me in."

"I'm peeing."

Emma tried the handle, the door wasn't locked. She opened it slowly and saw Belle standing over the sink, her head hanging. She glanced up when she heard the door open, obviously upset.

"Are you okay?" Emma asked.

"I'm fine." She said, wiping at her eyes. She wasn't crying, but she looked like she was on the verge.

"No you're not."

"Look. I said I'm fine, okay?" She snapped. Emma sighed and closed the door.

'If you're fine then why did you run off?" Emma asked gently.

"I had to pee." Said Belle adamantly. Emma raised an eyebrow.

"Don't. Don't give me that look, please. I just. I don't know. That was weird. It was weird. And it caught me off guard and I just freaked out, okay?" Belle said, her eyes watering. Emma stepped closer to her.

'Don't." She whispered. Emma stopped.

"It was just a stupid game, B. It didn't mean anything." Emma pleaded. Belle looked up at her sadly, sniffing, a single tear ran down her cheek which she quickly wiped away.

"Maybe not to you." She said quietly. Emma's eyes widened.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Nothing. I don't mean anything. I'm being stupid." She said.

"B. Do you… I mean. Fuck." Emma sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"Seriously? Do you have to do that right now?" Belle asked annoyedly. Emma paused.

"Do what?" She asked, confused.

"That sexy running your hand through your hair thing you always do. It's…" Belle paused. Emma pulled her hand out of her hair, blinking.

"Oh, uh, sorry." She said.

"No… I didn't mean." Belle fumbled. She exhaled loudly and sat down on the toilet seat. Emma hesitantly took a step towards her. Belle looked up at her sadly.

"You must think I'm such a loser." She said.

"B. I do not think that. I would never think that." She paused, thinking of how to word what she was going to say. "B, do you… like me? Like. Like me, like me? Like, more than friends or… I have no idea what I'm trying to say right now." She exhaled.

"Yeah you're pretty bad at this." Belle said, smiling slightly. Emma smiled back.

"It's okay, if you do. I mean, I don't care… I mean, I care, of course, but like I don't mind?" She attempted. Belle glanced at the floor.

"I don't know." She said quietly. "I mean, you're my friend. My really good friend, and you make me laugh and I love hanging out with you, and so I think 'well that's that.' But then, sometimes, you look at me and it's like… my stomach does little flippy things. Or you'll cuddle me when we're watching a movie and my heart will like start beating a little faster and, oh my god I sound so lame." She said, groaning, her head falling into her hands. Emma knelt in front of her and pulled her hands away.

"Hey, it's okay. I understand." She said gently, Belle glanced down at her hands in Emma's.

"And then, that kiss…" She said quietly, her words trailing off.

"I know." Emma said softly. Their faces were extremely close. Emma could feel Ruby's warm breath on her cheek. God she's so beautiful, Emma thought, staring into a pair of wide blue eyes. Ruby glanced down at Emma's lips and closed the small space between them. Her lips softly pushing against Emma's, Emma kissed her back for a moment, then pulled away.

"Belle, I…"

"Oh god." Belle said embarrassedly. "I'm so sorry. I thought."

"No it's… Hey it's okay." Emma said, reaching up and stroking Belle's cheek. Belle looked up at her sadly.

"You're really attractive, Em." She sighed.

"And you're beautiful, B. So, so beautiful. I just…"

"You don't feel the same way." She said sadly.

"It wouldn't end well." Emma resigned.

"I understand."

"Can we still be friends?" Emma asked hopefully. Belle smiled sadly at her.

"Of course, Em. You can't get rid of me that easy." She grinned. Emma pulled her up and into a warm hug. The two girls sighed against each other.

"I'm sorry." Emma whispered over her shoulder.

"Don't be." Belle said, pulling back. "Besides, I wouldn't want to face the wrath of a dozen angry, horny sorority girls if they found out we were together." She laughed. Emma laughed back, and pulled her towards the door.

"Come on loser, let's go rejoin the party." She said. Belle stopped.

"Actually, I think I'm probably gonna head home. I don't really feel much like partying anymore." Belle replied, glancing up at Emma, who nodded.

"Do you mind if I come with?" She asked. "Not like that" She laughed. "I just, I have to get back to work on Professor Mills' project." Belle rolled her eyes.

"Come on nerd, let's go home." She smiled.

They crept downstairs and out the door, managing to escape unnoticed.

So, that's the end of chapter 2! What do you guys think? Don't worry, there's plenty more SwanQueen to follow. Stay tuned for the next chapter! :)