A/N: So I was in class daydreaming again. And I had this dream about me meeting Maura in science class, and so this is how it started…

Maura has been attending this school since she started school. She hates it here, the kids are mean and the classes aren't challenging enough. She lives in the poor part of Boston, though her father is nowhere near poor. His business is what keeps them here. It's the 2nd day of school and Maura gets out of her father's car.

"Goodbye sweetie." He says.

"Goodbye father."

"Have a great day."

"You too."

He rolls up the black tinted windows on his car and leaves.

She sits on the bench outside of school; she's not going into that place until she needs to. She opens a book and began to read until she hears the bell ring.

She sighs, and walks into school. Her head hanging down, but watching the floor to make sure she didn't bump anyone. She didn't like to draw unnecessary attention to herself.

She went to her locker and headed to Algebra, she was the first and only one in there. The teacher hadn't even arrived yet.

10 minutes passed and the class was full. She kept staring into her lap, her long honey blonde hair covering both sides of her face. She jumped, feeling a tap on her shoulder.

"Can I sit here?"

She didn't look up, she just simply answered. "Yes."

"Thanks."

The girl sat, and Maura could smell her. She smelled like lavender, maybe it was her shampoo, or maybe it was body oil. Maura hadn't needed to look up to know who the girl was. She knew the only person with a voice like that, was one Jane Rizzoli. They had only spoken in kindergarten when Jane was eating glue like the every other kid in their class except Maura. She sat next to Maura then too, Maura informed her that she really shouldn't be consuming glue, and that's the only conversation they'd had besides this one.

There was only 8 minutes left in class when everyone started packing up to leave.

"Hey.."

Maura only looked up, and then back down. Jane could tell that she was shy.

"What's your name?"

"You know my name.. Don't pretend you don't hear everyone call me Maura The Bora."

"Hey, I'm not everyone. I for one do not call you Maura The Bora.."

"Why don't you?"

"I am not a fan of nicknames, because they used to call me names too. I just lost weight and got stronger; no one fucks with me now."

Maura didn't reply.

"Look, I wouldn't mess with you. You seem like a really cool person. You don't bother anyone, people are just jealous of you, that's all."

"Cool." Her brows furrowed. "Cool, I am not. And people have nothing to be jealous about."

"You're cool because you're honest to yourself, you're not a clone like everyone seems to be. And yes they do. You're like a genius. I saw you today, you finished the problems before the teacher did. I noticed it last year, and the year before that, and so on. You're smart, even when we were in kindergarten, everyone would be eating glue, but not you. And you're gorgeous by the way, I don't know if you've seen yourself, and your hair is like perfect all the fucking time!"

Maura gave a soft smile, she could read Jane's face to see if she was lying or not, but she wasn't comfortable enough to look up, so she picked a spot on the table and stared at it.

"Thank you." She said softly. Waiting to see if Jane would call her friends and say something like: "Hey guys! She fell for it. She actually thinks I noticed her." Because that had happened before. For Maura only to be in the 8th grade, she sure had to put up with a lot of crap from people.

"You're welcome." She smiled. "I'm Jane by the way." She tried to look at Maura's face, but Maura turned to the side. "Maura, you're beautiful, seriously. You should show your face more." Maura picked up her head when she heard the sincerity in Jane's voice. "See there we go, almost." She turned around and looked at Jane, so that they were no face to face. "Woah!" Jane exclaimed.

Maura quickly put her head back down.

"No, Maura. No, it's just your eyes. I don't know, they're fucking beautiful. I always thought your eyes were like green, but I was completely wrong. Brown, gold, green. That is fucking amazing." Maura lifted her head up once again. "Boom… You just blew my mind."

Maura laughed softly.

"That's what I like to hear."

"Why, why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because you're letting me." She shrugged. "And I don't know, I kinda like you, always have I guess, I find you intriguing. Probably didn't have the balls to talk to you until now, because I'm just in an 'I don't give a fuck, you only have one life to live' mood today. You're not like the rest of the girls at this god forsaken place. I find it refreshing. And I know how it feels to need a break, when you feel like you haven't gotten one in years. I think you're cool, I also say you should just say fuck what everyone else says about you. Just ignore the, because they don't know you"

Maura started blushing, and her cheeks started to turn red, and Jane hadn't missed it.

"I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. I promise, it's just my personality. You'll get used to it, eventually, maybe, nah, probably not… But Maura, if you ever need anything don't hesitate to ask me. Whether you need your locker opened, you want to copy my homework because you didn't do yours…" Jane laughed, because she knew Maura always did her homework. "..If you want to sit with me at lunch or if you just want to talk."

The bell rung and the class started to get up. Maura and Jane stood up at the same time and Jane extended her hand for Maura to take. Maura was hesitant because she thought when she reached out Jane would pull her hand back. But she thought 'what the hell' and grabbed Jane's hand.

A shock ran through their bodies at the contact, both of them jumped, but they didn't let their hands go.

They shook "Anything Maura Isles, I mean it." They let their hands drop and left from the classroom.

Maura kept playing the scene in her head throughout the day, wondering if that had really happened, or if her imagination had really gotten the best of her.

A/N: I honestly have no idea where this story is going, I just make it up as I go, I don't think before I write, I just let it flow while I'm typing.. I might make it only a few chapters, but idk. I just started writing in like 4 months ago, and I haven't doing much of it. So PLEASE, tell me if you think it sucks, or tell me if you think I should keep going, because I don't think I can decide myself.. I'm so indecisive it makes no sense.