Jane Rizzoli hasn't had a friend in a long time, and an even longer time since anyone gave Maura Isles a chance.
I was just waiting outside the staffroom, trying to find my English teacher. After 5 minutes I gave up turned away and accidentally pumped into an unfamiliar face, and made her drop all the papers in her hand.
"Oh gosh, I am so sorry; I wasn't looking where I was going." I bent down to help the unknown person with their papers.
"It's really not a problem."
That voice. I froze from the sound of it. Soft, kind, gentle. I could tell it was a woman, but I just didn't have enough in me to even look up. As we gathered the last of the papers, and rose from the ground, I finally mustered up the courage to look her in the face. She was the sight of true beauty. With soft hazel eyes surrounded by perfectly curled eyelashes. Her lips looked so sweet they might as well have been chocolates. And her auburn blonde hair, which curled around her face so elegantly. I must have been staring because she nudged me before I realised what was happening.
"Are you okay?"
"What? Oh…yeah I'm fine. I've had worse hits then that." I stared at her a moment longer. "Sorry, I haven't introduced myself. Hi I'm Jane Rizzoli. And you are?"
"Sorry, yes I'm Professor Maura Isles."
She stretched out her hand, my palm was so sweaty. As subtly as I could I wiped my hand against my side before taking her hand, and when I did I had this amazing feeling go straight through my hand, up my arm and into my heart.
"I teach human biology over in the science department. Do you take human biology?"
"Yeah, I guess. I mean yeah I am."
After a few more moments of sweet silence, the worst possible thing happened, Mr Hoyt walked out of the staffroom.
"Ah Ms Rizzoli. How very nice to see you."
He placed his hand on my shoulder. His cold, bony fingers sent a shiver down my spine and a feeling of being sick grew and grew in the pit of my stomach. I wriggled my shoulders in the hopes he might get the hint ad take a hike. But he didn't understand so I took matters into my own hands. I quickly moved away from Hoyt and past Maura, then realised was still holding some of her papers, so I turned back and handed over the papers and walked away as quickly as I could. I got out the doors, went round the corner and leant against the wall in a moment of relief. During my next three lessons all I could think about was how perfect Maura looked. She managed to make her way into every corner of my mind. The only thought running through my mind was,
'What just happened?'