Captain Swan - Set My Soul On Fire

THIS IS ONLY A SNEAK PEEK!!!

Sneak Peek - Set My Soul On Fire

A/N: I really wanted to work on my other fics, but this one was just nagging at me to write the next chapter, so here's a sneak peek.

Chapter 3

"Sorry, I was being interrogated by my parents for leaving early."

"No problem." Ruby enters the ladies' room with Emma following behind her.

She feels a little naughty, like they're involved in some sort of drug-deal transaction. Ruby pulls some clothes out of her schoolbag, handing them over to Emma, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

Emma's mouth falls open as she studies the outfit in her hands. "Do these clothes follow the dress code?"

Ruby's smile widens as she shakes her head. "Nope. But that's the point. If you want to impress a guy, you have to be bold."

Emma gulps thickly. "But what about Killian? Will this impress Killian?"

"It will make his eyes pop out of his head. That's what you wanted, right?"

Emma nods and bites her bottom lip. She's never worn an outfit like this, but if it makes Killian's eyes pop out of his head, then she's willing to give it a try. She goes into the stall and changes. Her stomach is full of knots once she pulls on the black skirt. It's so short, she's sure she will never get away with wearing this at school. The red blouse covers everything, but the sleeves are made of lace and the bottom hem of her shirt would show off her midriff if she reaches for anything above her head.

Emma takes a deep breath and pulls open the stall door, cautiously stepping out.

Ruby's jaw drops, her big green eyes bulging out of her skull.

Emma feels a flash of anxiety about this whole situation. "This was a bad idea, I should just change." She starts to turn around, but Ruby grabs her shoulders. "Why? You look hot! Holy crap, Killian is going to lose his mind when he sees you."

"Really?" Emma asks, still unsure as she looks up at Ruby again.

She's still grinning from ear to ear. "Ohyeah."

When they leave the restroom, Emma heads to her locker, looking around for Killian as everyone's eyes are on her. She feels naked in these clothes, even though she's covering everything. But she's not used to wearing red; she's not used to wearing short skirts and her skirt is extremely short. She tugs at the skin-tight fabric, pulling it down as far as it will go, which is not very far. She hopes her parents don't find out about this. They'd be so disappointed in her. She's a little disappointed in herself. Then it occurs to her—if she gets called to the principal's office for this, she'll have to confront the principal. The principal. As in Killian's father! Crap. How is she going to explain this to him? Her parents have instilled honesty in her, but she's guessing honesty will bode ill for her in this situation. Oh, I just wanted to dress like a slut to impress your son. No big deal.

No, she definitely can't say that.

This was a bad idea, this was a bad idea, Emma keeps saying in her head over and over again. Why did she let Ruby talk her into this?

Emma's pretty sure her face is as red as her shirt as she reaches her locker and hangs her bag on the hook, contemplating whether or not she should just dart back to the restroom and change. She pushes herself up on her tiptoes to reach her books, a little self-conscious that she's showing off her bare stomach and her back. Maybe no one's watching. As she grabs her things, she hears books tumbling to the floor behind her.

"Bloody hell."