Blue

Feelings

(Emma's POV)
I didn't know what to feel. Well, right now it felt like I wasn't feeling anything at all. Out of all people, why did it have to be her who did some messed up thing like this? And how do you just have so much courage and confidence to actually take pictures of someone naked. Especially without the other one knowing. I'm not sure if I'm mad, upset, or both. Probably both. I think both. She could've at least spoke to me about it. I'm a very understanding person.

I could feel tears run down my eyes as I waited for my mom to pick me up. That's when I realized I was definitely upset. My anger had went away. Because I'm not mad at her. Just upset. Hurt.

Once my mom arrived I got in the car and didn't say a word. She said hi,  but I didn't seem to bother to say hi back. I just couldn't stop getting what she did out of my head. And once I were to get it out my head, maybe I would talk to other people maybe not.

"Emma Marie!" She yelled, that's what finally had brought my full attention to her.

"What?" I said in a nasty tone.

"Could you please speak to me?" She questioned.

"I don't feel like talking" I turned my head to look back out the window and zoned her out once again.

I kept replaying that conversation with Regina over and over again in my head. I couldn't get that conversation out of it. Maybe if I were to talk to her, we could work things out. But I really didn't want to talk with her. I kinda didn't want to see her either, but I had no choice. She was my teacher. Unless I were to stay home, but knowing my mom, she won't let that happen unless I'm coughing up my lungs. But not even then. So, staying home isn't even an option.

I could never let my mom know what she did to me. Because my mom would somehow get her into prison for the rest of her life. And that's not something I had wanted for her. I mean possibly, I might've been crushing back on Regina, just a tiny bit, but I would have never had the guts to take pictures of her naked. Plus, I've never seen her naked at all before. But she had the chance so she took her chance. A part of me isn't blaming her for what she did, but the other part is.

We finally had gotten home, and I got out the car ran inside and up to my room.

There had to be a way I could get in contact with Regina. I had to talk to her in a place, other than school. There's too many people there.

Hours and hours had passed by as I tried to figure out a way to contact her before tomorrow.

Wait. I totally forgot. My mom and Regina talk all the time, meaning she must have her number in her phone.

I ran downstairs and made sure my mom wasn't in sight and grabbed her phone out of her purse. I scrolled through all her contacts till I got to Regina and sent her contact to my phone.

"Emma?" I heard my mom call from upstairs and my heart raced.

Quickly I deleted the message and placed her phone back inside of her purse.

"Emma, love what are you still doing up so late?" She said to me.

"Oh, just restless." I tried to convince her. "Goodnight"

I race to my room and grab my phone. Once I open the message and see Regina's number I take a deep breath before I send her a message.

E: Hey

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(Regina's POV)
I heard my phone go off and I immediately went to it. Not like it would be anyone important, but still. It was rare that my phone actually went off at eleven at night.

There was a message from an unknown number that just said, hey.

R: Who's This?

I was curious onto who got my number, and why on earth they were texting me so late at night.

E: It's me, Emma. The one from your class and you know, Mary Margaret's child.

I was shocked onto who it was, I didn't understand how she knew my number or anything, or in the first place how she got it. And I was also confused on why she'd want to talk to someone like me, after what I told her.

R: How'd you get my number??

E: I snuck onto my mom's phone and searched your contact and sent your number to my phone, and well now we're here.

R: Why do you want to talk to me after what I've done to you?

E: Because, I'm guessing you had your reasons, and I'd like to hear them. Plus you seem nice, and I mean I know I'm your student and all, but we could still be friends, if you'd like.

I thought about what she said. I mean we could still be friends, I wish she wanted to be a little bit more than friends but it could work, this whole friends thing.

R: Okay, we'll talk more tomorrow, if you have a place?

E: Meet me at the diner outside of town before school.

I read her text before shutting off my phone and heading to bed for the night. We never discussed an exact time. So, I'll be there waiting when it opens, until I have no choice but to leave and head to the school.