'This is fucking bullshit,' sitting in class, listening to the fucking teacher, English teacher actually. I want a gun, and I want to fight. I want to take Criminal Justice classes and join cops training with them, but no, first semester is always the hardest. My old habits die hard when I looked over to the cute girl three seats down, her perfect round breasts showing with neckline, and her cheekbones, awfully sexy. She has blonde highlights of her auburn hair, and she returned that glaze, a sexy smirk that all women do when they know we are drooling unshamefully. Before I knew it, I was following her to the bathroom, slammed her into bathroom fucking her from behind in one bathroom stall.
"Stop! Stop! Charles, no more," slams hard last mind that she yelped loudly when released my loads. Emma panted then got mad at herself for doing this to another girl, "fuck!"
"Fuck. Fuck!," he repeated, fucking ignored her plea to stop. She couldn't look at her eyes when she knew there would be tears in her eyes. "I am sorry," he pulled up his pants then zipped, "I am sorry." He ran out of the door, leaving the poor girl alone.
"Fuck," forgot his things in the bathroom, forcing himself to return to the single bathroom stall. He didn't find the cute girl but found none except his backpack and things. He heavily sighed and slammed the door then kicked at himself.
Three months later
It's been busy three months creaming projects, assignments and everything going on. We usually have game nights on the weekends, afterwards we would go to The Rabbit Hole to get drinks to blow off steam. I swear I didn't make it happen, one day I received a bad grade for one of my projects, so I went to the professor's office, her name is Charlotte, and it was purely innocent visit to discuss about my grade. One thing led to another, I was fucking her on the desk and then chair and guess what, I most certainly enjoyed it and I know she does too because she kept asking for more in different ways.
Now that was a hot teacher because I never thought she would be … that way. There's nowhere in my thoughts about her upon entering her office or days before, I swear then the next day she changed my game to A. It was the most unexpected outcome that surprises me that most professor is coming onto me. What the fuck is going on?
Fucking horny dog, idiot, slammed his head on his desk in his dorm room and banging while secretly asking for help and little bit more control of himself. He was puzzled when he heard a knock, no one knows in his room. The guys would break into his room and all. Whose knocking, I wonder. He sighed as he pushes his thoughts away then got up, "I'm coming."
It's a little boy, what's the fuck is he doing here, but does he look awfully familiar. He studied the young boy holding the book, "can I come in?" The boy asked but walked into his dorm room anyways.
"Sure, make yourself at home."
Shit, he quickly went over to the bed and hid the women's bikini and straighten the dorm room a little. "Who are you, kid?"
"You got to save Storybrooke, dad."
He focuses to compose himself once again and realizes this boy is underage and his parents probably looking for him, "who's your parents?" He picked up his cellphone that was charging, "what's your parents' number?"
"Not telling," he sat down and crossed his arm stubbornly and demanding Magnus to talk to him first, "listen, dad, you got to save Storybrooke."
"You need to go home, kid," grabbing his red leather jacket while ignoring him about saving Storybrooke conversation and pushed him out of his dorm room, "where's your place?"
Henry starting to get frustrated with Magnus when he refuses to listen, "Storybrooke is cursed, Charles. Cora is the Evil Queen," trying show him the book.
Magnus inhaled and breathed in about the raving little boy about cursed Storybrooke, "Storybrooke is not cursed." They walked to the middle of the town square, hoping to find someone late at night, "listen, I do not have a kid," trying to tell him gently that I am not his father.
Henry thought of what his mom said about two identities, so technically Charles does not have a kid, but he does, his cursed identity, "Storybrooke needs you to break the curse."
I'm walking around in the middle of the town with him still trying to convince me, holding to myself not to yell at him then I spotted the therapist who called him out, "Henry, what are you doing out so late?"
"You know where he lives?" Henry didn't want to answer, so I asked instead, and his reply was, "he lives on Muffin Street."
He's Mayor's kid?! "You're Mayor Mills' son?" I never thought that sexy Latino woman has a son or have a relation with anyone except President Cora Mills. Why the fuck I didn't notice this little boy?
"Ummm," Henry shrugged.
Mayor Mills in a pencil tight skirt, and white low jaw line that shows a little of her breasts opened the door when she saw us going up the steps from a long walk. Henry looked heart broken and ran inside, probably upset then looked up at his mom, "I found him."
There was a sheriff behind her, checking on Henry, "you okay, man?" Henry pushed his hands away and ran upstairs. I tried to protest after him, "H…" while Mayor Mills' chest is heaving softly then thanked the sheriff, "thank you, Graham. You are no longer needed."
"Would you like to have the best apple cider?"
She's welcoming me inside, so I walked through the threshold then followed her to the office, "got anything stronger?
Henry escaped once again to find Emmett and no matter how many times I explained, he's stubborn as much as his parents. He believes in the good, that the good will win. I need my magic back, but before doing that, I need find a way to strip of my mother's powers. I called Graham to inform him that Henry escaped, and he got his deputy on duty to search for Henry while he stayed with me.
I hated the look on Henry's face, the frown and it's like something destroyed him in some ways. I checked on him for his bodily wounds, but nothing harmed has come to him. "I found him," was his words, knowing it meant he found a way to reach him; unfortunately, I am assuming Emmett didn't believe him. As for Emma, it took a long awhile for her to believe in me and that I was telling the truth. I know for sure, that Magnus would have the same trust and belief issues.
I need find a way to protect him because Graham will write the report and mother will know his name and recognize him since Graham is Cora's eyes and ears. It took me a moment to regather my thoughts while he waited on the steps for me to speak up, so I offered him the best apple cider he ever tasted.
At first it was awkward, but he asked about Henry and his belief in fairy tale stories that Cora is the Evil Queen and that he is the father of Henry. He won't believe a word I say, so I reconsider thought an answer that I am strict parent and does it make me evil, no.
He thanked me for the apple cider as he handed me the cup.
I must do something about Graham, between Graham and Cora. He turns in the report about my son and Mangus from few days ago. I stared at the report for a moment then looked up to him to thank him. I was about to dismiss him, but he offered to hire Mangus as a deputy and asked for my option, "what again?" He showed me his application, "he applied to be deputy yesterday."
Cora, I composed and hid my anger for putting Mangus on the spot once again, she's doing something to him, what is he telling him, I wonder. Does she have his heart in her vault or is it with her? I need to find his heart, that is the first thing I need to do. I need to cut ties between Graham and Cora before she does any harm to Mangus.
"I'll take care of it, Graham. Thank you, that is all," I kept the application with me and dismiss him. He was about to protest then I shot him a look, "you are not needed any longer. I'll inform you once I have the information at hand."
"Yes, ma'am," he quickly left.
I dialed my mother, knowing she'll answer at the first ring, "what did you do, mother?"
"I don't know what you are talking about, my dear."
"Cut the act, Mother. Your little pet was just here about Mangus' application to be deputy."
"I did no such thing, Regina. He come to me and all I did was give him a little push."
"What did you tell him?!"
"I had to fire three professors for sexual harassment to a student," obviously stating who and I can hear the smirk in her voice, and I hated how that gets to me, but I listened when she continued. "he's suspended and expulsion from the university."
"You have no right or within your power to expulsion him from the university, Mother!"
"He violated academic integrity, violated campus policies and …"
I cut her off before she continued the list of violations that is completely made up and the only thing, he violated was sexual harassment, which I believe it. I pulled up my sleeve and turned on my mayor voice that ordered her to listen, "you remove those violations and let him return to campus or I'll have you fired, Mother. Do not test me!"
"Very well, but he is not returning to the university until next year," she hanged up before I can give her a word about this. I looked up when I heard a knock, it was a hectic knock and more of an angry knock. I know who exactly is knocking.
