This idea was too good to pass up, I'm sorry and NO Room Service is not abandoned, there will be more chapters soon.

Huge thanks to Morgan for the last minute beta and Bela for listening to me bitch about this for hours on Skype.

When you turned right from the Cottage Street, there was a big hill that led down to the houses of Foxridge, and one who got around well in town knew that by going through those small, modest and yet beautiful houses (which were sans default decorated wonderfully each Christmas) you could find a shortcut that led you straight to the infamous high school, the only high school of Bar Harbour, Maine. This hill, the Orchard Road as the townsfolk called it, was so steep that it was almost impossible to use it throughout winter since the icing on the road was enough to make a car break down beyond repair, not to mention the dangers of such an accident might cause to the little houses situated along the hillside.

Living here almost all his life and having attended the little high school himself, Robin Locksley knew this road pretty well and wasn't afraid to use it every time he saw fit since he was almost always late every morning. This was due to the small fault in his alarm clock which had caused by a clumsy accident one morning when he woke up from the wrong side of bed. Since then, the devious little device decided to work whenever it pleased, causing Robin to wake up 15 to 25 minutes late each morning and rush to school in a hurry in order not to keep anyone waiting. This had almost always resulted in a mismatch of his tie to his shirt, which the principal threw judging looks at every time they passed by each other in the hallway.

So it was an ordinary morning in which the bloody alarm clock decided to cause another disaster in Robin's life, and he had found himself driving down the dangerous Orchard Road since the winter was approaching and the icing on the hill was forthcoming. However this was the last of his worries as he checked his watch left to him by his grandfather (apparently he had used it every day back when he was living in Bristol before the whole family moved to London) and made the turn from Cottage Street.

It wasn't long before he entered into the school's driveway and was met with series of cars and reckless driving thanks to the student drivers. However recognizing his grey Mazda Sedan, the students stopped their hopeless craze of trying to find a parking stop and let him pass with honks and waves to which he replied with a wide grin and a little, 'Good Morning,' which went unheard by everyone since none of his windows were open. But it was a silly habit, saluting everyone he knew along the way, and with that, he drove down to his reserved parking spot with a low hum escaping his lips.

He parked his car next to chemistry teacher Gary Wilkins' white Prius and turned off the radio which he didn't even notice he had on until the last minute. Reaching down to the passenger seat, he brushed off a few crumbs left from the yesterday's breakfast bagel and grabbed his books and files. Balancing the papers on one knee, he reached over to the glove compartment and took out his favorite reusable metal water bottle. The huge bumper sticker decorated the bottle and on it was written with swirly letters "I love Arizona". Holding the water bottle in his hand, he clumsily took the keys out of the ignition and tried to leave his car while trying to keep his belongings off the ground. He had almost let the yesterday's coffee spill to his non-graded test but he saved the precious papers at the last second and managed leave his car without any incidents.

It was a cold yet sunny day as he tightened his dark red scarf around his neck and made his way towards the school, papers in one hand and his water bottle on the other.

"Good Morning, Mr. Locksley!"

He recognized the voice before he even turned to look at the source, and when he did, his lips curved into a broad smile.

"Morning, David." He replied with a half wave of his bottle, and he watched as the young sophomore waved back in return. Taking his girlfriend Mary Margaret by the hand, he led her to the entrance.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that almost every student in the school loved their English teacher. Anyone who managed to get into his class was considered lucky, and the amount of students who failed from his class during his entire career did not pass the number ten. It wasn't because he was an easy teacher, but it was because he was a good one.

He hurried into the building, his mind going through the topics he was supposed to be teaching today, and he half wondered if his class had read the first couple of pages of Oedipus Rex which he had assigned them almost a week ago. They probably hadn't, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the fact.

Making a turn, he walked down the hallway towards his classroom and he noticed her only when he raised his eyes from the ground. The Principal.

She was heading somewhere as usual, and over the past couple of months he had known her, he had realized she was always heading somewhere, never wandering around aimlessly. The early hours of the morning hadn't been kind to her but she had an excellent job covering it with her impeccable make up. Her clothes were the kind Robin was used to seeing her in every morning, a black dress suit with matching heels.

To the outsider, she looked like an ordinary teacher.

To Robin however, her looks told a whole different story: that she did not want to be disturbed.

But that didn't stop him.

"Good morning, Mrs. Mills!" he threw a cheerful salute to her way and noticed the slight faltering in her step with an amused grin.

"For the hundredth time, it's Miss!" She corrected him, voice as cold as ice.

He knew that. She knew that he knew that, which annoyed her even further as she walked past him without returning his morning greeting. She wasn't going to let him get to her this time. However before he was out of her sight, her eyes traveled down to his shirt.

A brown button down and a pink tie with purple stripes? Well, that was a new low.

When her eyes were back on his again, she gave them a What-kind-of-an-outfit-is-that look and with that, she turned around the corner.

Robin had been teaching in that high school for years, having graduated from there himself after moving to America from England. His family had gone back a long time ago, and he still visited them time-to-time. This place, nevertheless, had become his home even though his melodic British accent had stayed put.

Regina Mills was a different story compared to Robin. She had grown up in Boston, and she had transferred here at the beginning of this term, as a replacement to the previous principal, Leopold King, who had been fired due to his mismanagement. To Robin, she was a complete mystery he was unable to solve. Actually, he wasn't even in the perimeter to solve it since she refused to let anyone get close to her. She was cold, stern, and as harsh as ever, and he knew most of the students were afraid of her.

However, Robin was intrigued though he didn't have any intention nor a plan to even try and get close to her since he knew it was useless. So now, he satisfied himself with daily bantering and watched the fire ignite in her eyes at his annoying and far too relaxed remarks.

It wasn't long before he was in his classroom and scanning the tests (not quite grading them since he was saving them for tonight accompanied with a glass of wine –make that two glasses if it was especially a hard day). The room was fit for him and obviously decorated by him since he had been given the same class room to use for the past five or more years. Various posters and papers were hung on the walls, most of them posters from previous years' spring productions and plays. His favorite play's poster which he had seen in a local theater a year ago, A Mid-Summer Night's Dream was one of the biggest posters and was hung on the wall across the door. Next to it was a book cover of Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf. Right next to the white board (which still had red marble star decorations hung on it and left there from previous Christmas because he had decided that he liked it) was pinned the national map of Macedonia because he had visited there one summer long time ago and wanted to keep a reminder of it, besides a good inspiration for his students to visit abroad and get to know new culture.

His desk, which was located at the corner of the room, might have seemed like a chaos to an outsider, but he knew the location of each and every item on it. There were various books scattered alongside it and a little snow globe was placed carefully next to the computer. Post-its of a million of colors were on the computer. So many, in fact, that it was occasionally hard to see the contents of the screen. His mouse pad had a mascot of Harlequins on it; a small reference to his favorite Rugby team, and another coffee mug stood proudly right next to his mouse pad with a Shakespearean quote embedded on it. It was a gift from one of his students, and it had always been his favorite.

Upon hearing the distant sound of shouting and footsteps, he looked up to see the students slowly beginning to come into his classroom for their first period of English Honors 10. Their cheerful voices brought a smile to his lips, and he greeted them with an equally happy voice. He saw a couple of guys groan in annoyance at the fact that they were there at 7.15 in the morning, and Mr. Locksley was as cheerful as ever. How could the guy do it?

David came in with his girlfriend, whose classes he had in-sync with, and they sat down to the closest desks to the whiteboard. Mary Margaret, the straight A student, gave him an innocent wave. Robin loved that girl like a daughter.

Their quiet morning was interrupted by the annoying screech of the speakers, and soon an exaggerated and loud British voice filled the room.

"Good morning everyone, and here are your morning announcements!"

Everyone knew Killian Jones had been living in the states for years now, but he wasn't afraid to mock his heritage as loud as possible and annoy every single teacher in the building when he was privileged to do the morning announcements. But after all, he was one of the popular kids, and it didn't come as a surprise to Robin.

"-The football practice after school is cancelled for the day, and Mr. Scarlet politely suggests the clean usage of the changing rooms at the gym. Otherwise, whoever responsible of the next toilet incident will be detained.. heavily. Yes, I'm talking to you David Nolan!" finished Killian cheerfully.

The whole class laughed out loud, and everyone turned to stare at David who looked up to the source of the voice with wide eyes and open mouth.

"I didn't-.." he started and his girlfriend put a supportive and understanding hand on his arm.

Killian continued his mockery. "Because we all know who stays for extra practice in those changing room, am I right ladies?"

However he was interrupted by another loud and screeching noise of the speakers and everyone groaned in annoyance.

Getting a hold of what was actually going on; Robin raised his head from his tests in amusement and listened to the turn of events.

There was silence at the other end of the speaker before they heard sounds from the background and unmistakable voice of the principle who, they all guessed, had probably caught Killian in action and was putting an end to the ridicule. It wasn't long before they heard her overly feminine, serious and yet awkward voice.

"Hello… yes, this is Principal Mills."

Upon hearing her voice the students groaned in annoyance, and Robin looked back down to his tests with a smirk playing his lips.

"Please remember to bring your permission slips for this weekend's fieldtrip to Waterville, and keep in mind that they will not be accepted after Thursday afternoon."

The microphone switched hands again but not before everyone heard her voice once more in the background, "Just the Pledge of Allegiance this time Killian, thank you."

With a groan Killian got back to the microphone and did what he was told.

#

"Mr. Locksley! Did you get a chance to take a look at our tests?"

Mary Margaret's voice echoed in the classroom and Robin turned to look at her with a smile.

"I'm working on it."

"It's just that I have Miss Mills' AP Physics class after this, and I need to know how much do I have to study for the finals depending on my grade. Because she gave us an assignment, and I need to plan accordingly." The pixie haired girl finished articulately, which even surprised Robin.

From the desk behind her, Killian called her a 'Nerd' which everyone chose to ignore.

"Mary Margaret, the assignment Miss Mills gave you can't be important than this classes' final." He frowned.

"But sir, she just said-…"

"I don't care what she said. I will read the tests tomorrow, not today." He finished with a tone that didn't give Mary Margaret a chance to continue.

"Dismissed."

With that the class left their seats with various sighs, and he watched them leave his classroom.

This was the third incident like this.

Just last week the student told him that he couldn't type up his essay because an AP Physics' assignment was due the same day, and as the student tried to apologize hopelessly, Robin was picturing the principal's face in his mind.

And the week before a girl failed to show up for his class because she was in the library studying for her class. This was getting out of hand. Yes, AP classes were important. He wasn't denying that, but it was beginning to feel like she was interfering with his class on purpose and that was something he could not tolerate.

Yes. She had only been in this school for a couple of months, and yes, he did not know about her ways of teaching. But, was this on purpose? They might have had their differences, and small arguments here and there, and she knew that her class was right after his but a small optimist part of him still argued that she wouldn't interfere with his job on purpose, could she?

And what if she did? She was a beautiful woman; Robin had noticed that the first time she introduced herself to the staff. As a matter of fact the first thing he had noticed about her was her full lips painted with a dark shade of lipstick. He had instantly felt drawn to them, but when she had opened her mouth to speak, he had snapped out of his thoughts and tried to concentrate on her eyes, which made the task in hand even harder. Pun intended.

His thoughts were interrupted however when he heard the distinct sound of high heels clacking on the marble floor and he swore he could recognize that rhythm anywhere. Putting on his reading glasses, he quickly occupied himself with the papers in front of him and pretended not to notice her coming in.

He also pretended not to notice his heart beating faster.

Regina Mills walked into the damned classroom with such force that whoever was standing in the hallway felt the wind on their faces. Walking past the desks with difficulty (which were scattered around no matter how many times she had warned him), she finally reached to her star teacher's desk, and she only got his attention when she threw a book, the book on his desk.

Robin jumped when the object landed in front of him, knocking down his snow globe but thank God not breaking it. His glasses resting peacefully on his nose fell to his lap. Before he reached for the book, he fixed his globe back to its place first. He eyed the pages before him then his gaze turned to the fire in the principal's eyes.

"Can I help you?"

"What the hell is this?" she snapped, loud enough that he winced.

"I believe it's called a book?"

"Do not play with me right now, Locksley." She yelled one more time, and he took this as his cue to finally understand what she was talking about.

His fingers reached for the book now lying backwards on his desk and he picked it up to read the title; "Twelfth Night".

"Shakespeare?" he questioned one more time although now he had an idea of what she was talking about and as a matter of fact he was a bit scared.

"A play!" she yelled one more time and he couldn't help but wince again.

"Yes, that's generally what he's known for."

"Robin, if you play dumb one more time so help me God-"

"Fine, fine." The first name basis meant that this time he was actually in trouble. "It's a play I wanted to do for this year's spring production." He leaned back and confessed, carefully eyeing her up from where he was sitting.

"We discussed this a million times, and I said no! The school will not have a spring production this year, we don't have the budget for it. And yet you go and hand out these… these books to students!"

"I didn't hand them out, Emma asked me for it, said she wanted to read it." He innocently tried to defend his case.

"A student asks for the exact same play you were planning on staging this year? And you expect me to believe it?" she crossed her arms in front of her and eyed him down carefully.

"Yes?"

"I told you, we don't have the budget for it. And that is the end of the discussion." Uncrossing her arms she turned away from him. The good thing about being the boss was that you never had to explain yourself. However before she took even one step, his voice coming from behind interrupted her.

"But we, by some miracle, have the budget for a science fair?"

"Excuse me?" she turned back, raising her eyebrows at the audacity.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Robin stood up, raising his voice. "This is the second science fair we're having this year, and somehow, we always end up finding a budget for that!"

"That's different, that's science." Her eyes widened. How could he?

"Science is not better than literature, they are completely different branches!"

"Don't you think I know that?"

"Is that why you were sabotaging my classes then?" he crossed her arms and eyed her with such a stoic expression that she couldn't help but avoid her eyes for a second before her gaze landed back on his piercing blue orbs.

"I beg your pardon?" she asked, sucking in a breath.

"You give assignments right before my finals, you purposely instruct your students not to attend my classes to study for yours. I'm beginning to sense a pattern here Mrs. Mills."

"It's Miss!"

"Yes and keep reminding yourself that…" he gave her a one last smirk before sitting back down and grabbing his pencil. He located his glasses and put them one, expecting her to leave his room but of course it wasn't that easy, it had never been that easy.

"Listen up Locksley…" Regina came closer to him and slowly placed her hands on his desk so now she was leaning over his desk. He looked up from his glasses and when they made eye contact, he realized how close she actually was and his lips parted involuntarily. "You're way over the line. Let me remind you, this is still my school and you can't do as you please."

"Neither can you." He managed to reply.

"I'm merely acting according to the regulations."

"You're manipulating the facts." He accused her.

"And you're getting on my nerves." her eyebrows were drawn together and he could sense the change in her breathing. It only pleased him.

"Too bad…" he leaned back into his chair with a smile.

The only thing he got in return was scowl, and she finally stood straight up before turning to leave the room. But she was stopped again, not by him this time, but by a vicious idea popping into her head.` her lips curved into a wicked smile. She spoke, her back still turned to him.

"You're going to chaperon the kids to Waterville this weekend." She stated and slowly turned around, crossing her arms in front of her with a satisfied grin.

His reaction was everything she could ever hope for. The pen in his hand dropped to the desk with a loud thump and he widened his eyes in surprise.

"Me? Why? What happened to Mr. Scarlet?" he couldn't help but question, still refusing to believe what she just said.

"Caught a terrible flu I'm afraid, can't make it." She replied nonchalantly.

"What? When?"

"5 seconds ago." She once again answered with a smirk.

Robin had always been a calm guy. However this time he felt the anger rising in him. So taking a deep breath, he tried to reason with her, still under the illusion that he somehow had the ability to change her mind.

"I'm an English teacher for God's sake, that's a field trip for Earth Science. You can't do this." He half yelled, looking at her in question.

"Already have." She was not changing her mind. With a smirk playing her lips, she began to walk back.

"The trip is for the whole weekend, Regina. It's a camping trip!" standing up, he tried his chance one last time.

Stopping in her tracks, she turned back before approaching to his desk again.

"That's Miss Mills to you…" she replied and gazed deep into his eyes. "Don't forget to pack for the weather, I heard it was going to get real cold."

With that she left and the room fell into a silence.