Everyone got enemies. Or at least someone they don’t like. But to be one’s rival would take something

You never liked Emma Swan ever since she got to Storybrooke. Not because you hated her as a person. But because you knew everything

Before the curse you weren’t really liked in the enchanted forest. Murder and bloodshed was your thing. It’s what people knew you for

But then the first curse came. Everyone had lost their memory, except for Mayor Mills, Mr Gold and you

You had found escape the memory loss. But also you knew Emma was the savior. And you didn’t want to go back to the enchanted forest, which turned you not to like her

Now you were sitting outside on a bench. Reading a newspaper before Emma snatched it out your hands as she was walking Henry, her son, to school. Just standing and looking it over for a while, only to annoy you