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.

I threw my book into my backpack and zipped it up.
"I'm fine. Really." I said keeping my eyes down.
"Blaire.. I'm terribly sorry if I've offended you."
"You didn't. Its whatever. Nothing is wrong, nothing is going on. I'm fine." I said and stormed out of the classroom without another word.

Instead of making my way to my second class I started walking towards the office to find out exactly what Mills knew about me. I walked past Emma who was chatting with her boyfriend Graham in the hallway.
"Whoa.. Whoa!" Emma said catching up to me. "Why do you look so pissed off?"
"Because I'm fucking pissed off!" I grumbled and kept walking.
"Where are you going?" Emma asked.
"To have a chat with the principal about why she felt inclined to tell the entire fucking teaching staff about what happened in Oregon!" I snapped.
"Or...you could not." Emma said. "At least not like this. She will chew you up and spit you out if you go in there like that!" Emma exclaimed and put her hand on my shoulder trying to turn me around.
I shoved her hand off of me.
"Don't touch me!" I yelled.

"What on Earth is going on over here?" Mary-Margaret said and hurried over.
"Blaires obviously lost her mind, that's all." Emma said and narrowed her eyes at me. "I was only trying to help her."
"Blaire, what is going on?" Mary-Margaret asked with eyes full of concern.
"Stop looking at me like that!" I spat. "Everyone keeps looking at me, like I'm a fucking time bomb!" I shouted.
Mary-Margargets mouth dropped and she blinked at me not really sure what the hell to say at that point.
"See?" Emma said.
"You, go to class." Mary-Margaret said to Emma. Emma sighed and walked off. Mary-Margaret turned back to me.

For as long as I could remember, I'd had trouble controlling my anger, which is why my dad started teaching me to box at a young age to give me an outlet, something to help me cope, I remember taking many trips to the gym when my temper became a little too much for both of us, just so I had a safe way to let it all out. Now I was stuck in the the middle of school, with a very confused Aunt.

"Just calm down and tell me what is going on Blaire." She said calmly.
"I want to ask Mrs. Mills why she felt the need to tell the entire staff about what happened!" I hissed. "Emma thought it was a bad idea and tried to stop me."
"Blaire, it is a bad idea..at least to go in there as angry as you are and besides, I was there when she gave the meeting, It was only to let the staff know that you may need time to adjust, and special exceptions as far as phone calls may need to be made in your case. Which usually she doesn't do for anyone so I was surprised that she offered for you. She didn't go into detail about the case, she didn't go into any detail at all except to say it was not a good situation."
"Someone should have asked me before anything at all was said!" I argued. "I didn't want to come to school and be treated any differently. I just wanted one damn thing to be somewhat normal since this whole thing started. Everyone has been tiptoeing around my feelings and Its driving me insane! You know, This is why I begged to stay with my friend Kass I didn't want to come here and be around a bunch of people who don't know the first damn thing about me!" I snapped. "I don't need to be another one of this perfect little communities charity cases!"

With that I started walking towards the entrance of the school.
"Where are you going??" Mary-Margaret asked.
"I need some air and I need to step outside of these halls before I explode any further." I said as I felt my hands shaking. I walked outside and sat on the front steps. I couldn't care less about going to science class right now I just needed to breathe.

"Whatcha doing Nancy Drew?"
I looked up and sighed at Will peeking over the side of the steps at me.
"Don't call me that, and stop being creepy." I said.
"Bad day?" Will asked.
"Bad fucking life at this point pal." I mumbled.
"O'Malleys got some games set up now at his place wanna go play some street fighter?"
I looked back at the school and stood up.
"You know what, I would absolutely love that. Lets go."
"Cool, we'll come back for lunch." Will smirked.

When we got to O'Malley's. Thomas looked at the both of us and sighed shaking his head.
"Now you, I expect this from." He said and pointed to Will. "Now you've gone and dragged her into it?"
"I came quite willingly actually. Hard to believe I know, A woman with a mind of her own. Shocking." I said and stepped past him and straight to the arcade games he had set up.
"Blaires had a bit of a rough day." Will said.
"I can tell. Anything you want to talk about?"
"Not much for talking, I'm more of a beat the shit out of something until I'm not angry anymore type but since I can't do that Street Fighter will have to do." I said and looked at Will.
"Got some quarters?"
"Don't need em love, All the games are free to play."
"You've got that same temper your old man has thats for sure kid." O'Malley said.
"I actually think mines worse." I shrugged.
"You should think about seeing my friends Meg and Tink around the corner, they run the gym over here. Meg teaches boxing." O'Malley suggested. "Your dad used to go there all the time."
"I'll think about it." I nodded as I started the game. Of course, being that was another place my dad frequented it would be a good place to get some information about what my dad might have been up to.

Will and I played video games at O'Malleys for a couple hours until it was lunch time at the school.
"Tell me why we are going back to eat crappy food?" Blaire asked.
"You get one day a week, half a day." O'Malley said. "Everyone needs an escape every now and then but if you make a habit out of it, you get into trouble, and then I get into trouble. And no one said anything about crappy food." He said and held out two grease stained to go bags.
"Thanks!" I grinned and took one.
"Anytime. Now get back to school. Both of you. I'll see you this weekend Will. You too if you want to come help finish setting up the dining room, Blaire. I'll pay you for your time."
"I'm sure I'll have nothing better to do." I shrugged.
"Plus you get to hang out with me." Will grinned.
"Easy Scarlet, we like Blaire, lets not scare her away." O'Malley said.
I chuckled and shook my head as Will and I walked out of O'Malleys.

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Killian

Sunday Morning

I woke to the sound of pans being moved around in the kitchen and groaned. I ran my hand over my face and into my hair and sat up groggily. I stood up and stretched and walked into the kitchen to see Milah getting breakfast ready.
"Morning.." I mumbled.
"You smell like a liquor store." Milah sighed.
"When did you get home?" I asked.
"A little after 2, you were already passed out with Captain on the couch. You know I don't like that dog on my furniture Killian."
I rolled my eyes thinking it was awfully funny how the furniture I purchased was suddenly hers.
"I'm going to shower and take Captain for a walk."
"I'm making breakfast."
"I'll grab a bagel while out." I said and walked upstairs to the bathroom. I set my phone down on the bathroom counter and looked at it while peeling my shirt off. I looked at the messenger chat circle at the picture of Blaire Nolan and my heart lunged into my throat as last night came flooding back to me.

I was suddenly completely mortified. That poor lass... I must have made her so uncomfortable and my job was likely in jeopardy. I thought about messaging her but I didn't want to make it worse. I looked at our last couple messages and raised an eyebrow. She never responded after I asked what was keeping her up and she seemed genuinely concerned about me.

I groaned and put my head in my hands. I couldn't believe one of my students had to pick my drunk arse up from Granny's and drive me home and I couldn't believe I put her in an even more awkward position by asking her to stay and hang out.

Present day...

"Earth to Killian."
I looked up from my hardly touched lunch at my brother Liam.
"What?" I asked.
"You are such a space cadet today brother, what is up with you?" Liam asked.
"Nothing Liam, I'm fine.." I muttered and pushed the salad around my plate with my fork.
"That didn't work 10 years ago and its not going to work now, Honestly..whats wrong?"
"Liam if I wanted to bloody talk about it, I would." I snapped.
Liam narrowed his eyes at me.
"Are you drinking again? You only get like this when you drink."
"Liam just leave me alone." I sighed. "I'm trying to keep professional at work and leave my problems at home, I can't do that with you bloody pestering me."
"Fine. But don't think we aren't eventually going to talk about this. You're supposed to have Sebastian this weekend while Ari and I go out. Are you sure you can handle him?"
I frowned.
"Why do you always bring up Bastian like that? Why do you always use him to guilt trip me?"
"Killian thats not what I'm doing.." Liam sighed. "I just don't want to add more to your plate if you and Milah are having a rough go at it."
"Everytime, I refuse to talk to you about something you ask me if I can handle having Sebastian come over. He's my nephew Liam, he's not a burden."
"Aye..alright then." Liam said putting his hands up in surrender. "I just worry about you Killian."
"Well worry about something else." I scoffed and stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to my classroom to get some peace." I sighed and tossed the remainder of my hardly touched lunch in the trash before walking out of the lounge.

As soon as I walked out of the lounge and turned the corner my eyes, as if they were being pulled by a magnet, instantly found Blaire. She was sitting outside of the cafeteria with Will Scarlet showing him her sketchbook. She looked up at me and her eyes widened. She tucked her auburn hair behind her ears and bit her lip before looking back down at her sketchbook meanwhile I seemed to be stuck in a trance. I hadn't seen her all morning in the hallways, I figured maybe she was avoiding me..and I wouldn't blame her in the slightest. She glanced back up at me, still staring at her and gave me a What are you gawking at? Look. I cleared my throat and put my hands in my pockets and walked on towards my classroom. My senior class this afternoon was bound to be interesting.

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I half expected Blaire to skip class, however she was actually the first one in the room.
"Afternoon, Miss Nolan.." I said. She quietly shuffled past me without looking and went to her seat.
Great. She probably thinks you are creepy now. Job well done Killian. Truthfully, it shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did, what she may have thought of me personally, I just felt miserable that I put her in the situation to make her feel that way.
"Where the hell have you been all day?" Emma hissed at Blaire as she took her seat.
"I skipped for a bit with Will." Blaire whispered. "I was pissed off after Algebra I needed to get out before it got worse."
Hah. At least I'm not the only Jones she's miffed at. Somehow my brother, everyone's favorite teacher got put on Blaire's shit list too. I found that incredibly amusing. Once everyone was seated and the bell rang I closed the classroom door and glanced at Emma and Blaire who were still bickering with each other.
"Nolan and...Nolan." One of you needs a different last name. "Quiet. The bell has rung, it's my time to speak."
Emma turned back towards the front of the room.
"The floor is yours Jones." Blaire mumbled.
There she is. I hoped the smirk that was currently tugging at my lips was hidden.
I turned and raised my eyebrow at her.
"See me after class Nolan." I said. She rolled her eyes but then when her eyes fell back on mine, there was something else there that I couldn't place but the way it sent a chill up my spine, meant it was dangerous. I quickly turned back towards the smart board and pulled up today's discussion.

When the bell rang signaling the end of class, students began shuffling around getting ready to leave.  "See you all tomorrow afternoon, remember to email me your topic choices for your reports this evening so I can approve them. There was a collective groan coming from the students as they gathered their belongings. I shook my head and turned back to the board to prepare for my next class briefly. I looked over my shoulder as the students were heading out, all except Blaire.
"Close the door will you?" I asked. Blaire nodded and walked over to the door and closed it. I turned around and leaned against my desk with my hands in my pockets.
"I suppose you know why..I asked you to stay." I said.
"Yeah.. that's why I made the comment I did. So.. you'd have a reason..without it looking weird." Blaire shrugged.
"Smart." I nodded. Blaire sat on top of her desk waiting for me to speak first.
"Blaire, There are no excuses I could give you for my behavior Saturday night. It was completely unprofessional. I'm incredibly sorry to have put you in that situation." I apologized.
"It..wasn't really that big of a deal." Blaire said.
"It wasn't?" I asked.
"Nah, man I totally taxied my drunk teachers all over back home." Blaire said with a straight face and then she smirked.
"Ah, that was a joke. I see." I said.
"Its just.. Earlier you looked upset and I know I was out of sorts, and I asked you to stay which had to be uncomfortable for you." I frowned.
"Not gonna lie, it was a little weird but.. Nothing traumatic." Blaire replied. "Plus I have excellent black mail for later." She shrugged. I felt my face drop and she cracked another smile.
"Joking. Again." She said. "Look, relax Its not like I'm going to tell the principal or the school board.. I made the choice to come and get you, and drive you home. I made the choice to get out of the car and go into your house. Everyone in this place is so concerned with stepping on my toes.." She sighed.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Its nothing important..you should already know the rest of the staff here does."
"Oh.. the meeting Mills had before you arrived..I missed most of that actually but according to my brother it was just a heads up and not a detailed description of your life."
"I just want something to be normal and at my old school no one gave two shits about what I did, or how I felt. Here.. everyone tip toes around me like I'm this fragile thing and its really annoying thats why I like your class. You don't care. You give me detention if I breathe funny."

"Its not that I don't care Blaire." I said. "I do. But I understand being pestered and poked at about your thoughts and feelings more than you'd know. And I understand how bothersome it can be when you just want time to yourself but I had to know that you weren't bothered by what happened saturday...but if I can ask.. Why did you offer to come pick me up?" I asked.
"I lost a good friend of mine, because I was pissed off at him and let him drive away from a party intoxicated. That kind of thing sticks with you and when you mentioned driving I just..freaked out I guess." Blaire said.
"I'm sorry about your friend." I frowned.
"It is what it is." Blaire shrugged. "Can.. I ask you something?" She asked.
"Of course." I nodded.
"Why..were you looking at my facebook?" She asked. I felt my heart jump into my throat. Of all the questions. How the hell was I supposed to tell her, I was on her facebook because for some ungodly reason this girl had been on my brain since I almost ran her over with my motorcycle and it was so wrong. She's 17. She's a student, and I'm married give or take the happily part.

The tardy bell rang.
Saved by the bloody bell this time Jones.
"Bloody hell I've made you late for your next class."
"Its fine.. Its just home ec.. And the teacher is my aunt." Blaire chuckled.
"Either way, let me write a quick note to Mrs. Nolan." I said and hurried around to the other side of my desk to jot down a note for Blaire. I handed it to her and she leaned into my desk.
"Don't think you're off the hook, Jones. I expect your answer in my email this evening." She smirked and turned around. I swear she sauntered out of my classroom and for the first time in the years I'd taught here, I was intimidated by a bloody student. I swallowed thickly and adjusted my posture.
I sat down in my chair as students for the next class rushed in.
I'm in trouble now.