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A Student/Teacher romance. Killian JonesxOC
After her father is arrested in connection with the disappearance of her mother, 17 year old Blaire Nolan has no choice but to be completely...
A/N: So I'm pretty sure in the last chapter I said that this chapter would be mostly Killian and Blaire centric... and that WAS the plan. However 8000 words (and counting) later I've had to split the chapter. I've been a mess lately, so all of my muses are a mess and its just been a super fun time. I'm still working on finishing up Chapter 12 and it should be done tonight and chapter 12 IS very much Killian and Blaire centric. This one is just more angsty Blaire but still good I think!
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭, 𝓴𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽...
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Blaire When we walked through the door, we were greeted by Emma and Mary-Maragret. Emma hugged David. "Welcome back Dad." She said and smiled and then looked at me, apologetically. "You too Blaire." She said. "Thanks.." I said. "Oh my God, David what happened to your hand?" Mary-Margaret exclaimed and took David's hand in hers looking at his bruised knuckles. "David punched a reporter." I said. "Wait what?" Emma asked with her eyes widened. "He did not!" She laughed. "Not just any reporter, Sidney Glass.. And we all know he had it coming." David said and flexed his fingers, His face probably looks a lot worse than my hand." He smirked. "As soon as we got out of the airport they swarmed around Blaire like vultures." "The audacity of those people." Mary-Margaret scoffed. "Are you okay?" She asked me. "Fine.. just jet lagged. I'm going to go upstairs." I said. "Okay, well if you're hungry-" "I'm not. Thanks though.." I said and walked up the stairs to my room.
I opened the door and stepped into the room that I didn't plan on returning to and looked around before I set my bag down and shut the door. I sat down on the floor, with my back against the door and sighed. The whole town knew everything now and I just wanted to hide. "Favorite super power, Invisibility." I muttered to myself as tears fell down my face.
10 years ago in Oregon (Blaire age 7. ) I sat up on the kitchen counter while Dad looked around for the first aid kit. "Daddy its just a little cut." I sighed. "You're only saying that so I don't have to clean it. And if I don't clean it we both have to listen to mommy yell when she comes home." Dad smirked and set the first aid kit down. "She'll already be mad I didn't put your elbow pads on when you got on your bike." "But Daddy.." I whined. "I Know, you hate this stuff." Dad sighed and shook the can of disinfectant spray and took my elbow in his hand. "Favorite color?" He asked, trying to build up a distraction. "Purple like grapes." I grinned. "I like grapes too." He chuckled. "Hmm. Favorite band?" "Def Leppard!" I said and stuck my tongue out, and did the devil horns with my other hand. "Thats my girl." Dad smirked. "What about your favorite super power?" Dad asked and sprayed the disinfectant on my injured elbow. "Invisibility." I winced at the small sting. "Out of all the superpowers in the world you pick invisibility?" Dad raised an eyebrow as he slapped a dinosaur bandaid on my elbow "Why that one?" "So I can hide. When I get mad, or when I'm scared." I frowned. "Nah none of that silliness. You're a Nolan. We don't hide from our problems. We fight." He smirked and raised his hands. "I know you can fight." He laughed as I punched his palms. "Sometimes it's just easier to hide Daddy.." I sighed. "It may be. But thats taking the easy way out. If you take the easy way out instead of fighting you don't feel as good at the end of the day." Dad smiled and ruffled my hair. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- For the next few days, I didn't leave the house, at all. Will sent me texts every day that I never responded too and I had unopened emails from Mr. Jones too. David stayed home with me but kept his pager and his phone close in case of emergencies. I lived off of Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches because they were the only thing I could seem to stomach. I tried a lot to hide my sound sensitivity from people as not a lot of people understood it but lately due to all the extra weight I felt on my shoulders it was hard to hide. David noticed me wincing at his whistling, or the police scanner chatter. He even noticed that I would flinch every time Wilby got the zoomies and ran past me.
I sat in the living room with my headphones on while David watched the TV. Most of the time, I stayed close to him. We didn't really say much, but..for some reason it made me feel better that he was close, if I needed him. I watched as David got up and went to the door. Someone must have knocked. I lowered my headphones. "Will.. shouldn't you be in school?" David asked. I held my breath. I was not ready to see anyone. Not even Will. "Aye. Probably but its been kinda lame without Blaire there.." He sighed. "Is..she here by chance? I wanted to check in. She hasn't been answering my texts." "Just a second." David said and turned to look at me. I shook my head wildly. He frowned and turned back to Will who was hidden by the open door. "She's not ready for visitors yet Will.. give her some time." He said. "Oh.." Will said and my chest ached at the hurt in his tone. "Okay, well I'll try again soon. Can you at least tell her She's missed?" He asked. "I will. Thanks for checking in on her." David said and closed the door. "You should get out of the house for a bit." David said as he turned back to me. "You've been cooped up in here for days." I just shook my head and curled up under the throw blanket.
David sighed and sat down on the footrest in front of the sofa. "I know that you are worried about how people are going to look at you now since all this is out in the open. And I know that its not fair the way it was broadcast to the world like that, but you can't hide in here forever." "I could." I muttered. "Blaire Nolan could easily disappear and no one would blink." "Now, thats not true Blaire and you know it." David said, taking a rare stern tone with me. "Will seemed very concerned that he hasn't heard from you since we got back." "I'm just not ready to face anyone right now. The entire town saw me at my lowest, they saw my dad get arrested for murdering my mother! I don't know how to be okay with this." "No one is saying you have to be Blaire. In fact I don't think anyone expects you to be okay at all after what you've been through." I stood up. "I'm going to my room for a while." I said. David sighed. "Okay. I'll let you know when dinner is ready, I'd like you to try and eat something besides peanut butter tonight."
By the week and a half mark, I was getting a little better about answering text messages. I at least let Will know that I was alive, if that was what we wanted to call it. I was starting to be able to eat again and I didn't hide in my room as much. Sleep was the biggest issue, I was exhausted but I could only sleep for a couple hours at a time before the nightmares started. I never saw my mother's body but my dad painted a pretty clear picture of it on his own when he didn't think I could hear him.
After a particularly bad nightmare, that came with screams, and cold sweats, I ended up tangled in my blanket on the floor. The light in the room flipped on and I pulled the blanket off of my head looking around the room wildly before my eyes landed on David who quickly approached me, and helped untangle me from my comforter. "I heard you screaming..and then a thump." He frowned. I looked down at my trembling hands only able to whimper in response. David brushed hair out of my eyes with his hand. "Want to talk about it?" He asked. I Nodded and looked up at him. There was a brief look of surprise in his eyes before they warmed up again He reached his hand out to me, and I took it and he helped me off of the floor. "Come on." He said and led me out of the room and down the stairs into the kitchen.
"Do you want tea? or cocoa?" David asked. "What for?" I asked. "Usually when Emma's upset Cocoa helps her. What did your dad usually do for you?" "Lock me in the garage with a punching bag until the problem was sorted out.." I mumbled. "Or..if he wanted to hang out, beer and taped boxing matches." David blinked at me. "My brother..gave you beer?" David asked. "Who am I kidding..of course he did." He sighed. "I didn't exactly get the touchy feely lifestyle you people live, but..it worked and its not like he just let me get shit faced, it was one beer, and he made sure I stayed in the house.." I shrugged. "However... I wouldn't mind cocoa." I said softly and sat down at the table and pulled my legs up in the chair. I didn't have much of a choice but to try and accept the way David wanted to help and..honestly, I didn't think this problem was a problem I could punch my way though. David smiled and walked over to the kettle on the stove so he could fill it. "So I take it he got you into boxing too?" David asked. "Yeah, he was a youth boxing instructor. I started going to his classes with him very early." "Is it something you liked?" David asked. "Yeah up until all this I was still very much invested in it." I said. "Have you thought about getting back into it? I'm not really one for punching your way through feelings but I think in order to make this better for everyone we need to start understanding each other and if helps you, then I want to help you." "I don't know.. It was kind of just a me and my dad thing.. Without him it doesn't feel right." "Well, I mean I look like my brother, I can stand there and yell at you to get up after you get knocked down." David smirked. I chuckled. "It's frightening how accurate that is. My first real match, I was 12 I got a broken nose and he told me to stop embarrassing him by crying..." I said and swallowed thickly. The gravity of it all hitting me square in the chest. Saying it out loud, I realized how bad it actually sounded. I sniffled and wiped a tear away from my eyes.
David walked over with a couple mugs of cocoa and sat down with me. "I know its not easy...you put your dad on such a high pedestal, I mean of course you did. He's your father." "I feel like I've been wearing a blindfold.." I choked out. "I understand.. He wasn't the nicest man.. But murder?" I squeaked. "Every time I close my eyes. I see her." I said and wiped tears as they spilled from my eyes. "And I see him pulling the trigger.." I said and squeezed my eyes shut trying to push the images from my brain. "As terrifying as it is.. I just don't know what to believe anymore. I don't want to believe he killed her...but the more I try to say it out loud the less convincing it is...Be honest with me David..Do you think he did it?" I asked and took a sip from my cocoa. The warmth from the mug in my hands, and the cocoa hitting my anxious stomach was actually comforting. Well son of a bitch..it does help.
David sighed. "I'm in the same boat as you Blaire. I don't want to believe he did it, but I'm having a hard time with the whole thing. Everything points to him. I just can't figure out what would make him do it." "What if its a frame job, and hes taking the fall for it? I don't think it would be the first time he was framed." "What do you mean?" David asked. "The O'Malleys arson 16 years ago." I said. "What do you know about that?" David asked raising his eyebrows. "I only know what Thomas O'Malley himself told me." I said. "That he and my dad were business partners and my dad was involved in some pretty shady things but he wouldn't have set fire to the building. He loved that place, and Kate O'Malley and him were like best friends." I shrugged. "Thats it." "How do you know Thomas?" David asked. I could see the fact that I was communicating with Thomas O'Malley was concerning to him. "Will works for him. They're rebuilding the building and turning it into a pizza place and arcade. Will found a picture of my Dad and O'Malley and wanted to show me.." "David nodded and sighed. "If you're going to be spending any amount of time over there, especially with O'Malley..you need to be careful. He's right. Your dad didn't run with the best of crowds over there and if any of them figure out who you are you could end up hurt, which is why I'm not exactly keen on the idea of you hanging out over on that side of town anyways." "I can handle myself." I said. "You've seen where I used to live." "I have." David chuckled. "Just be careful is all I ask." I Nodded and took another sip from my cocoa. The look in his eyes, made me all the more ready to get back to mine and Will's little investigation we started before all of this.
Killian My eyes scanned over the computer screen at my emails looking for any sign that Blaire had responded to any of the emails I'd sent..most of them were assignments, a couple of them were just checking in with her. I hadn't heard anything from her since that day she was supposed to come see me during lunch. After watching her completely fall apart on national news, I was worried about her. I Knew she liked to keep things to herself and she must feel incredibly vulnerable now.
I looked up from my computer at her seat that had been empty for almost 2 weeks now. I understood the pain she must have been going through, I surely wouldn't want to be here either if it were me, but seeing her empty seat gave me a sense of alarming sadness. I missed her scowl, and those damn shoes with the purple strings that went against dress code. I missed her witty commentary during my lessons and though I'd only come to know it for a couple of weeks before all of this happened, my 5th period History class was just not the same without it. Without her. The bell rang, stealing me from my thoughts, likely sending a message that I was getting way too into my thoughts on Blaire Nolan. "Don't forget there is a test tomorrow!" I said earning a collective groan from the students. "I know.. I'm bloody awful." I mumbled to myself and watched as Emma stood from her seat. "Emma!" I said with a little too much emotion. Emma turned and looked at me confused. I cleared my throat. "Stay behind just a moment will you?" I asked. "Uh.. sure." She nodded and slowly gathered her things while the rest of the class left.
Emma slowly approached my desk. "You wanted to see me?" She asked. "Um yes." I nodded. "Don't worry you aren't in trouble or anything." "Well, thats good considering I haven't done anything." Emma smirked. I raised my eyebrow at her. The sass must have just been part of the Nolan brand. "I actually wanted to ask about Blaire. I've sent her numerous emails with assignments and she hasn't responded." I said. "Yeah.. she kind of went off the grid after everything." Emma said. "I don't even think she's charged her phone in a week." "I..understand. I figured that may be the case." I nodded. "Which is why.." I started and lifted my messenger back and opened it retrieving a stack of papers. "I printed them all off for her." I said. Emma took the stack of papers from me. "I'll give them to her." She nodded. "Aye.. and tell her I'm not too worried about the time frame as long as she gets them done before this semester ends. I understand she has a full plate right now." Emma raised an eyebrow. "What?" I asked. "You're being really nice...are you feeling well?" Emma asked. "I'm not entirely heartless Miss Nolan." I chuckled. "Good to know." Emma smiled. "I'll get these to her." Emma said and slipped the papers into her backpack. "Thank you." She added and started walking away. "How..is she?" I blurted out. Emma turned back around. "She's quiet, mostly. More so than usual, but..she is getting better. I think she will be back soon." "Aye that is good news. Her presence is missed." I said and smiled. Emma gave me a strange look. I cleared my throat. "That is all Miss Nolan..thank you." I said. "Sure." Emma nodded and eyed me as she turned around to leave. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair.
I sat outside in the backyard by the pool while David was grilling steaks for dinner. Emma and Mary-Margaret were due home any minute. I'd pretty much memorized everyone's schedules while trying to distract myself. I knew that Emma had Cheer practice after school on Thursdays and Mary-Maragaret usually stayed behind for that as well. "How do you like your steak?" David asked. "Basically still mooing." I replied. "Gross." Emma said as she stepped into the backyard and smiled at me. This was actually the first time I'd been outside the house in almost two weeks. She opened her backpack and handed me a stack of papers. "These are the history assignments Mr. Jones has tried to send you." She said. "He said not to worry about the time frame as long as they're turned in before the semester ends." "Oh..Okay." I said. "He asked about you." Emma said. My heart felt like it jumped a bit. "He did?" I asked. "Yeah he asked how you were..I've never seen him so concerned with anyone but himself so that was weird." Emma smirked and walked over to David. I looked down at my hands hiding a small smile. "Can you throw an extra steak on? I invited someone." "Sure." David smiled. "Who'd you invite?" The back gate opened. "Hello Nancy drew!" I looked up at Will and grinned. "Blaire Nolan, is that an actual smile?" Will smirked. I looked back at Emma who shrugged and smiled. "Thought you could use some company after a couple weeks." She said. I stood up and walked across the yard to Will who handed me a gift bag. "What is this?" I asked. "A one of a kind Blaire Nolan care package." Will smiled. In the short time I'd known Will he'd been the only person I'd actually opened up to outside of David. I sat back down and Will sat beside me as I opened the bag. The first thing on top was a little bat plushie. I smiled and set it on my lap and looked through the bag at all my favorite candy, including a big pouch of sour gummy worms. I moved those to the side and saw a pack of Marlboro Menthols and quickly covered it as David walked behind us. "Thank you Will." I smiled. "How are you doing?" Will asked. "I'm... here." I shrugged. "Thats about it at the moment." "Are you thinking about coming back to school soon?" Will asked. "Yeah. I am." I nodded. "Calliope would be happy to have you back in class." Will smirked. Apparently she's not the only one who would be happy to have me back.. I thought as I looked down at the stack of assignments from Mr. Jones.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I spun around in my computer chair, contemplating. Don't do it Blaire. Before you left, you were doing the right thing by backing off. I sighed and looked at the empty email addressed to Mr. Jones. Oh what the hell. Life is short. I scooted up to my desk and started typing.
Mr. Jones, Sorry I never responded to your emails...kind of wanted to disappear... anyways I got the assignments from Emma, thank you. I'll get started on them soon. I'm still alive, (Kind of) Blaire Nolan I scooted back spinning in the chair again waiting for a response. It was kind of late and there was school in the morning so I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't get one. My computer pinged and my heart jumped into my throat. I scrambled back to the desk to refresh the page. Miss Nolan, I completely understand wanting to disappear in your situation. My apologies for the hefty workload I dropped on you. I'm sure Emma mentioned not to worry about the time frame as long as its within the semester but I figured It would do good to remind you not to rush through it all. I look forward to seeing your work, and your return to school whenever you are ready to toss aside the invisibility cloak. Sincerely, Mr. Jones. I smirked at the Harry Potter reference.
Mr. Jones, She did mention it, but I'll still get it done asap so the workload doesn't keep piling on. A Harry Potter reference? I did not see that coming sir. Slytherin or Ravenclaw? Those are the only two options suitable for you. Blaire Nolan (Obviously Slytherin.)
Miss Nolan, I'd rather you not be overwhelmed, just work on it on the side. You still have other classes besides mine you have missed after all. If I may ask... when do you plan on coming back? Mr. Jones (Ravenclaw ;) ) "I knew it!" I muttered to myself. He was totally a Ravenclaw. I looked back up at the message, specifically the part when he asked when I was coming back to school and I felt panic bubbling in my chest. I sat back in my chair, thinking. I couldn't hide forever but at the same time It seemed so much easier.
2 years ago, Oregon (Blaire Age 15) "This is the part where you get out." Dad said as he parked his truck in the school parking lot. I watched as a few other students walked past the truck and I pushed my sunglasses over my eyes and pulled my hood over my head sinking back into the seat of the truck. "Its 75...and raining. You look ridiculous." Dad sighed. "One more day?" I asked. "You had a week Blaire." Dad said. "My friend..died Dad, a week doesn't change the fact that I'll never see him again." I muttered and watched another group of students walk by and sank further into the seat. "Are they messing with you or something? I can fix that." Dad said and gripped the steering wheel. "Please." I scoffed. "You can't fight a bunch of 15 year olds." "If they're fucking with my kid, I'm 15 too." Dad shrugged. I smirked and shook my head. "Seriously Blaire.. What is the problem? Why are you hiding?" "They blame me." I said softly. "Because..I gave him his keys and told him to fuck off. I knew he was drunk and I still gave him back his keys and left." "Its not your fault Blaire. It was a mistake, one you shouldn't have been involved in in the first place but thats neither here or there. Its a lesson learned." "My friend. Is DEAD. and you want to make a lesson out of that?" I scoffed. "I didn't mean it that way Blaire." Dad said and took the sunglasses off my face and pushed my hood down. "Stop hiding from your problems." He said. "Who cares what these assholes think? You don't owe them a damn thing." "Dad.." I sighed. "No!" Dad said. "Now, get out of the truck and face the day. You'll never get anywhere if you hide Blaire. Its for your own good." Dad leaned over me and opened the passenger door. "Don't make me push you out kid." "I'm going.." I sighed knowing full well he would push me out, and I'd land on my ass and have another problem on my hands. I got out of the truck and turned around and pleaded with him, with my eyes to just let me back in. "Love you." He said "Love you too.." I mumbled and shut the door and watched him drive away with tears pricking at my eyes. ----------------------------------------------------------
These memories of my dad that were starting to come back were making me realize how very uncompassionate he could be. Living David and Mary-Maragret was a culture shock. If I needed time.. They gave it to me, without hesitation regardless of how much of a jerk I was when I first moved in. They understood that everyone had different speeds for how they handled life..whereas my dad was a my way or the highway type. I loved him, but I was beginning to understand where most of my problems stemmed from, and that was him.
However...he was right about one thing. I couldn't hide forever and while it was the easy thing to do I needed to get back to life as I knew it. I swallowed thickly and finally went to type out my reply to Mr. Jones.
The invisibility cloak has been hung up. See you Monday. Blaire.
