Mr.Jones | A Captain Swan AU

8. Caught

*one week later*

It was five in the morning, and of all the places you would think Emma would be at that time, she wasn't there. Instead she was hiding behind some trees by the old broken down toll bridge. She was hiding until the person she was meeting arrived.

Emma knew about all of the kids who liked to come and vandalize the bridge at night, and she didn't want to take any chances of getting caught.

She could hear some wrestling of leaves infront of her, but she didn't even bother moving. She didn't want anyone to find her except for him. She was only interested in seeing his face at the moment.

The wrestling of the leaves slowly got closer and closer. She could see a silhouette of a man in the distance. He seemed to have the same hair, and he looked to have the same build as him, but she was still uncertain.

"Emma?" She heard the man whisper, "Emma?" He asked again. She recognized that voice anywhere, it was him.

She ran out from behind the tree, and jumped on him wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. He stumbled back a little bit, nearly falling over. He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, so she wouldn't fall.

Emma nuzzled her face into Killian's neck just taking in his scent. She had missed him so much, and he had missed her. They hadn't seen or heard from each other in a week, and it was killing them.

"God, I missed you so much," Killian whispered. She continued holding him as tight as she could, knowing that soon it would be over.

"I missed you too," Emma replied. She got off of Killian, and stood back on the ground. She didn't want to hurt him in any way.

"So what new math teacher do you have?" Killian asked her. She had to get a new one since Katherine filed that restraining order.

"Mr.Matthews, he is cool I guess," she replied.

"But not cooler than me right?" He asked smirking.

"Mr.Jones, is that a hint of jealousy that I hear," Emma replied, smirking back at him.

"Psh no," he said looking up towards the night sky, "why would I be jealous of Mr.Matthews? We all know that I am way more handsome." Emma blushed, because she knew he was right.

"Right," Emma replied, rolling her eyes. She didn't want him to know that she secretly liked him, because he was her teacher. It was inappropriate.

"You really don't think that I am handsome? Wow I'm hurt," he said sarcastically. Emma felt bad for saying that, mainly because it wasn't the truth.

She also felt awkward because she was having this conversation with her teacher. So she decided to try and stop the conversation.

"Don't you think it's inappropriate for a student to have this conversation with her teacher, Mr.Jones?" Emma asked. He stepped closer to her just to make things even more awkward.

"Well technically," he took a few steps closer to her, "I'm not your teacher anymore," he whispered.

"I know you're just trying to get me to admit that I find you attractive for that big ego of yours, but I won't do it," Emma replied.

"Well guess what Emma. You just admitted that you find me attractive," he said and winked at her.

Emma's face got even more red, if that was even possible. "That doesn't change the fact that this is still highly inappropriate though," Emma replied.

"Us meeting here isn't appropriate, and we still did that," he whispered staring at the ground.

"I know," she said regretfully, "but I missed you too much. I had to see you."