What A Tangled Web You Weave

Chapter 8 I Knew You Were Trouble.

A/N: Like with all my books, flashback scenes will be in Italics. And POV will shift a couple times in this chapter so be on the lookout for that. Enjoy! 

Blaire

I'd never dreaded a Monday morning more. I entertained the idea of playing sick just to avoid whatever awkward situation I'd face with Mr. Jones today if he even remembered what happened. However, the longer I put it off, the longer I'd dread it so it was better so just rip the bandaid off and get it over with.

I dragged myself to the dining room.
"Blaire you're running a little late honey. You'll have to ride with Emma today instead of walking." Mary-Margaret said.
I gave a half assed nod and a grunt. I hardly slept at all this weekend.
"Sit and eat. There's still time for that." David said.
"I'm not hungry but thanks. I'll be waiting in the car.." I mumbled and adjusted my backpack over my shoulders and walked outside and got in the little yellow bug. As soon as I sat in the passenger's seat, all I could see in my head was Killian's sad blue eyes.
Mr. Jones Blaire...not Killian do not make that colossal fuck up today.

The sudden car door opening startled me. I jumped and looked at Emma getting in.
"Do me a favor, and eat the damn eggs next time so I don't have to play 20 questions with my parents." Emma sighed.
I looked at her confused.
"Is Blaire okay? Have you talked to her lately, she's been quiet all weekend.." Emma said in a voice mocking her mother.
"Sorry.." I mumbled.
"Seriously though.. Are you okay?" Emma asked.
"Yeah. Just tired..."
"We'll fix that." Emma said and smirked and started the car.
"Should I be terrified?" I asked as I buckled up.
"I'm just taking you to the gas station to grab an energy drink or whatever. But I told my mom I'd stop and get you some breakfast so..if you aren't hungry just tell her you got a donut."
"Okay." I nodded. "Thanks."

After going to the gas station and getting my monster java, and the muffin I actually ended up wanting, we were 5 minutes late to school. This was one of the classes Emma and I didn't have together. Emma had yearbook this period, and I had the other, nicer, less complicated Mr. Jones for Algebra. So far he seemed pretty cool.. Not sure how he would feel about me being late though. I opened the door quietly mid lesson and snuck in the back of the class. I looked up. Mr. J acknowledged me with a nod and kept teaching. I stood in the back of the class attempting to eat my chocolate muffin with one hand as my other was holding my drink. I just didn't want to disturb the rest of the class.
"Blaire, For heaven's sake sit down and eat your breakfast." Mr. J chuckled. "For the last time, I am not my brother, I'm certainly not going to stroke out over food in the classroom."
I walked to my seat and sat down to finish my breakfast while getting my algebra book out.

Half way through the lesson I must have zoned out with my thoughts.
"Blaire." I heard and snapped out of it looking at Mr. J who was pointing to an equation on the board.
"Can you tell me how to solve this?" He asked. I swallowed thickly and shook my head.
"I'm..sorry I wasn't..paying attention." I said.
"See me after class please." Mr. J said and I sunk down in my chair feeling miserable. I should have just stayed home.
"I can solve it Mr. J!" an annoyingly snotty accent said from somewhere in the classroom.
"Very well Anastasia. The floor is yours." Mr. J smiled. I watched as a girl with blonde hair with an obnoxious red heart shaped bow pinning her curls in the back walked up to the board and solved the equation in a matter of minutes.
"See.. easy." She said and smiled at Mr. J batting her eyelashes before turning to me and giving me a snotty look that matched her voice.
Wonderful. I've attracted the attention of the school twat. I scoffed and rolled my eyes at her as she walked past me and back to her seat.

After class, I stayed for a moment as Mr. J asked. He looked at me, his eyes were actually full of concern. Did Killian tell him what happened saturday night?? Mr. Jones. Blaire. Mr. Jones. I waited for him to speak.
"Is everything okay Blaire?" Mr. J. asked.
"Uh.. yeah? Why?" I asked.
"Well you were pretty late today, and half asleep in class. You're not in trouble, I just want to know if you're alright. I don't know much about your situation..but If things are not okay, please don't be afraid to let anyone know."
I raised my eyebrow. Clearly this had nothing to do with what happened this weekend, which was stupid of me to think Mr. Jones would tell his brother that one of his students drove his drunk ass home. No.. this was something more personal.
"I'm..sorry, my situation?" I asked trying to bite back my temper. Mr. J was the nice one, and he didn't deserve it, but I absolutely hated when people took pity on me for a situation they knew nothing about, and had no business knowing anything about.
"Mrs. Mills, the Principal, if you haven't met her, gave the staff a quick rundown about you before you arrived. She didn't go into detail she just explained that what brought you here was not good."
I felt my blood boiling. The last thing I wanted was the entire staff at storybrooke high to think they needed to treat me any different. I didn't want to become the girl that they all talked about to each other over lunch.