Quarantined or Contagious Love

The Start Of Something

*Trip down memory lane*

It was sophomore year at Storybrooke High. Emma had just moved to Storybrooke with her parents Mary Margaret and her father David. He was being transferred to this small town due to his job of becoming the new sheriff. Emma wasn't too thrilled about having to move to a new state mid school year, not to mention leaving her friends.

It was her first day of school, that's where it all began. She saw her; this beautiful brunette standing by her locker. Emma had no clue who she was, but she was bound to find out. This girl had brown hair and brown eyes; she wasn't like any other girl you've seen. She was the most beautifulest girl with these chocolate dark sexy eyes, skin so soft and pure like snow, long curly brown locks. She had this figure, curves in all the right places, and the most luscious lips with this lip scar that made her 1,000 times sexier. She had a dainty stud piercing and ring on her nose that made her look badass. Emma observes her even closer, seeing a feather tattoo on her left wrist and a red and black outlined butterfly with roses as one of the wings on her inner forearm. She was wearing a red cashmere crop sweater with cleavage showing, a black skirt, knee high socks, and Doc Martens. Emma gawks at her up and down, taking her all in. She licks her lips. 'God she's so beautiful.' She tells herself. The more Emma gazed she could feel herself getting a boner. "Shit" she groans looking down at her watch, seeing that she had only 7 minutes before her first class started. Emma was new; she couldn't start off the first day by being late. So she ran to the bathroom, into a stall locking it and begins thinking of her parents having sex. "Yuck gross" she whispers. "Seeing grandpa Nicolas naked. Double barf." She gags, yet it was helping her boner go away. She then thought of puppies dying and orphans. "Aww so sad." She looks down one last time seeing that she was in the clear. "Thank god" she sighs happily. She has about 3 minutes, so she races out of the bathroom and to her classroom making it just in time. The bell rang as she walked into class, the teacher introducing her which made Emma feel anxious and nauseated. She hated being in the spotlight and having eyes on her. The only desk that appeared to be open was the one behind the beautiful brunette. Emma couldn't believe she was here; let alone they'd be in the same grade. 'There is a god!!' She thought to herself as she made no hesitation to sit there. As Emma walks past the brunette, she looks down and sees her notebook with 'Regina Mills' in black cursive ink, dotting her i's with hearts. Emma smiles to herself as she mouths 'Regina Mills,' what a beautiful name she thought. Emma was going to be sitting behind Regina for the rest of the semester and she didn't mind one bit. Emma later came to find out that Regina was in a few more of her classes. Regina was popular and hung with the cool kids so she paid no attention to the blonde. I mean Emma was still pretty new so she couldn't blame Regina. She thought if she made herself more noticeable maybe Regina would finally lay eyes on her. Emma tried to do little things to get her attention but it was no use. Regina didn't seem to notice her, but Emma was persistent, she took every opportunity she had to mess with Regina. She started to pass her notes, but it didn't seem effective. Emma started dropping her pencil every now and then in front of Regina and reaching over to grab it and smiling but she was still invisible. Emma was totally hopelessly smitten. "God damn it. What will it take?" She groans as she hits her head on her desk. Class started in a few minutes and Regina was nowhere to be seen. Emma smirks as she comes up with a mischievous plan. She had no choice; but to take it up a notch. Within an hour of class Emma started pulling on Regina's ponytail and twisting her hair with her pencil, then would look away as Regina stared at her with those big dark brown eyes and her eyebrow arched. It wasn't even a month when enough was enough. One day Regina stood up turning around, and dropping her books on Emma's desk causing a loud thump noise that echoes through the class. She yells, "Keep it up bitch. Pull my hair one more time and you're about to get punched." She snarls as her vein pops out in her forehead. Emma's eyes widen not believing that has just happened, but secretly was turned on. That was the first time Regina had ever spoken to Emma since she had gotten there.

"Ms. Mills!! Language!!! Detention." Mr. Jones says in shock, handing Regina a pink slip. As Regina comes back to her desk to sit down, she gives Emma a death stare. Emma was so hot for Regina at that moment, not even caring she was probably going to get the shit beaten out of her by Regina. Now Emma being a straight A+ student had to figure out how she was going to get into detention. This wasn't going to be easy because all the teachers loved her, and she practically got away with everything. But she knew she had to get into detention one way or another. It was her only way of being alone with Regina together. She did what seemed like the only logical thing to do which was start a food fight, but of course another student got blamed for it. Emma then decided to pull the fire alarm but once again no evidence led up to her. "God damn. This is harder than I thought." She shakes her head walking through the hallway, thinking of what she could do that would land her in detention. Then she got it. She ditched her third and fourth period and grabbed as many balloons as she could, filling them with water. She then went to the roof and took a deep breath knowing she was going to be in deep shit after this. She starts to throw the water balloons inside the principal's car. Not long after was Emma in the principal's office. Right where she wanted to be. "I'm sorry mom." she said softly avoiding any contact with her mother. Did I mention Mary Margaret was the new principal? MM was boiling red from anger. "Did you really just water balloon my mustang Emma?! The top was down, not to mention that was a gift from your father. What were you thinking??" She said pacing back and forth behind her desk in furry.

Emma sighed and looked at her mother. "I'm really sorry ma, it's just there's this girl and.." she shrugs. She really did feel bad. "Emma, we talked about this!! You are in big trouble young lady. We will discuss this more at home with your father. You have detention for a week and you're going to be cleaning my car, understand? "Emma nodded in agreement. "I do, I'm sorry," she says standing up, she grabs her slip and walks out with a smirk. She really was sorry, but more importantly she got what she wanted. Detention with Regina.