One second

Chapter 1

She awoke like she did every morning, she slammed her hand onto the alarm to prevent the offending noise from continuing. The pain shuddered through her hand and to her arm as she stumbled her way to the shower to wash the nightmares of the night away. She ran her fingers through her raven curls, letting the near boiling water awake her senses to get ready for the day.

Jane dawdled her way back to her bedroom, thankful that her brothers weren't awake yet to ruin the peace and quiet of her family home. As she towel dried her hair she wondered what the new school year would bring. Her final school year. The last time she had to endure the immaturities of the other teenagers at her school.

She picked out the clothes for the day, it wasn't really that hard, a combination of a sports t-shirt and some jeans. Today she had opted for her Red Sox jersey and the jeans that were slightly torn at the knees, frayed at the bottom where they dragged along the ground as she walked but were so comfortable she wouldn't substitute them for any others. She grabbed her bag, helmet and anything else she needed for the day and proceeded to follow the smell of breakfast to the kitchen. There she found her mother standing over the stove and her brothers sitting at the breakfast bar still half asleep.

"Morning Janie, did you sleep well?" Her mother enquired, always slightly concerned about her eldest child.

"Same as normal, thanks for lunch Ma. I'll catch you later boys." Jane grabbed her brown bag and proceeded towards the front door.

Both Tommy and Frankie just grumbled in response, clearly not yet used to having to get up early after the 6 weeks of summer holiday they'd just had.

Jane slipped the brown bag into her backpack, jumped on her pride and joy and rode off to school. The journey was familiar and Jane enjoyed the solace for the 15 minute journey as she pulled up to the gates of her high school. She put her bike into neutral, jumped off and wandered towards her locker, where she put her bag and her helmet.

"Yo, Rizzoli, how you doing? Fancy shooting hoops before first?" Came the voice of her best friend, Barry Frost. He knew her well, he knew what she needed and when she needed it. He knew when she needed pushing and when she didn't. He was the only person that Jane even slightly considered telling anything to. He knew the most about her, but he was under no illusions that he knew everything about her.

"As long as you're ready for me to kick your butt" Was Jane's arrogant reply.

"In your dreams Rizzoli." He knew he'd never beat her, he couldn't beat her at anything. After all, she was the captain of the basketball, field hockey, soccer and flag football teams. There was no questioning Jane Rizzoli's athletic ability and no-one ever did.

"You say that everytime Frost, and I still kick your butt, EVERYTIME." She felt the need to over enunciate the fact that she beat him every time.

As the bell rang, they both looked at each other with slightly panicked faces, the time had gone quickly and they hadn't realized they'd missed the warning bell and would now surely be late for first lesson. They ran to their lockers, grabbed their bags and parted ways.

Jane stumbled into room 213, Anatomy. God, she hated this class. Thankfully, the teacher wasn't there yet and so she took a seat in the second row. One of the only seats left. Please say I'm not stuck in this seat all year. I'm practically in the middle of the classroom. Just as the thought left her mind the teacher came clambering into the room, put all the books onto her desk and looked slightly frazzled into the sea of teenagers. She was in her mid-30s and one of the pupil's favourite teachers. She was always fun and down to earth and the boys just stared at her like a piece of meat. She had short brown hair and dark brown eyes to match. She wore a tight fitting shirt that enhanced her every curve and at this point, Jane could appreciate what all the guys were so entranced with.

"As most of you know, my name is Miss Dixon, for those of you who don't know me, well, my name is Miss Dixon. I will be taking you for Anatomy this year, and also for some of you, Biology. I have also taken over the position of guidance counselor so I will also be available in that position. If you have any questions, then please feel free to ask me and I will help you as best as I can"

For the rest of class, Jane didn't really pay much attention. Good start to the new school year. The ringing of the school bell brought Jane back from her thoughts as she began to pack her bag away.

"Jane, can I speak with you for a moment please?" Miss Dixon had noticed Jane's unusual lack of attention and believed it to be somewhat concerning and wondered what would constitute such behavior on the first lesson of the first day back.

Jane didn't say anything, she just hung back waiting for the other students to leave.

"Jane is everything ok? You're not normally so distanced, if there is something I can help with, please just let me know" She didn't want to seem condescending, but Jane was one of best students she'd ever had, hard working and good at sports. A wonderful all-rounder who had a chance to be whatever she wanted to do, and Miss Dixon knew, that whatever she did, she would excel at it, just because that was who Jane Rizzoli was.

"I'm fine, thank you" Jane thought the short answer wouldn't work, but it was worth a try, right? Jane began to walk away when Miss Dixon grabbed her by the arm in an attempt to prevent her from fleeing. Upon the contact, Jane immediately tensed, no-one had touched her, ever, not since him. Jane flicked her arm so harshly in an attempt to break free of the grip that Miss Dixon stumbled into the nearest desk. Knowing that she was now free, Jane bolted out of room 213 as quickly as she could, what else could she do? Miss Dixon attempted to follow but knew her efforts were pointless, after all, Jane as the schools star athlete. Why would she run? Is it because I grabbed her? It then dawned on her that there was something more than that the meets the eye here, and she was determined to help in anyway she could.

Miss Dixon made her way back to the desk and began tidying away her belongings before making her way to her office. She felt slightly privileged at having an office because she was one of the only members of the teaching team that did. But she knew, that she only had the office because she was now the guidance counselor, she still considered it a personal victory though. As she sat at her desk, she accessed the system allowing her to see student's timetables and typed the one name that had been on her mind. Jane Rizzoli.

It didn't take her long to figure that Jane had a free period and so she left and locked her office to find her star pupil in the study hall. As she entered the large room, she quickly scanned the faces of all the teenagers hunched over desks or books, or just talking amongst themselves. However, none of them were the face she was looking for. She approached the member of staff at the desk and asked if Jane had signed in. he quickly scanned the list and informed her that she had not, he also reminded her that senior's weren't required to stay in the study hall during their free periods and so she might have more luck elsewhere.

Where would she go? What has changed? She seems so distanced. That is not the Jane Rizzoli I remember.

"Jane Rizzoli, star athlete. Sports fields!" Miss Dixon exclaimed to herself as she considered the possibility of where she could look for the troubled student.

Sure enough, her instincts were right. There was Jane, dribbling the basketball around the hoop before dunking it in the basket. Miss Dixon continued towards Jane who was apparently unaware of her presence.

"You're a hard woman to find Miss Rizzoli. You had me worried" Miss Dixon was telling the truth but hoped she wasn't being too forward with the student.

"I wasn't hiding, just blowing off some steam Miss" Oh god, why can't you just leave me alone? Why does everyone want to make sure Jane Rizzoli is ok? She touched me and I freaked out, of course she's going to be concerned you douche Rizzoli. Jane scolded herself as her thoughts ran away with her and only served to anger her more.

"And why would you need to do that? It is only the second lesson of the first day of school, my class wasn't that bad, was it?" She joked.

"I'm not sure you'd understand Miss. If that's it, can I go now?" She started to leave but was drawn back by her words.

"No Jane wait."

"WHAT? What is it with everyone? All the time wanting to see if Jane is ok, well I just want to be left alone and to have everyone stop butting into my personal life. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!" She regretted it as soon as it had happened but she couldn't help it, it was all just bubbling up inside, so much anger that she didn't know how to deal with. You can't get away with shouting at a teacher and Jane knew that, but she was completely unprepared for what came next.

"I can understand that, but you have people around you that care about you. I want you to know that I am here if I can help at all. But you can't go around shouting at people, other teachers or students may not be as forgiving as I am. You can go now if you want to, but know, I'm here if you want to talk, and anything you say to me, will be kept in confidence." I hope that'll work, but knowing Jane, it probably won't.

"Thanks, but I'm fine. I'm sorry for shouting, I shouldn't have done that but I couldn't help it." With that, Jane left Miss Dixon standing alone of the basketball court.

Lunch time came quickly and Jane went to her normal spot under the bleachers and waited for Frost to arrive. Once he did, Jane began to feel the slightest hope of normality returning. Frost, he was her best friend, the once constancy in her life and she was truly grateful to have him for a friend, but she'd never tell him that. They talked and laughed and joked and before they knew it, fifth period had reared its head.

Jane grumbled her way to her next and last class of the day, Maths. She was earlier than the other students and arrived before everyone else. Great, pick of the seats. Just as she sat in the corner of the room the door swung open. Jane heard before she saw the beauty that entered the room. The soft click of her heels told Jane that she was some what sophisticated, not many people where high heels to school. For a moment, Jane just thought it was the teacher, that was until she saw her. She had a long honey blonde hair that hung at about shoulder length. Jane almost did a double take as she noticed the breasts on the woman that had just walked in. Her black dress hung precariously low and showed ample cleavage, this did nothing but excite Jane. As Jane's eyes followed the dress down across the obviously toned abs and the perfectly curved hips, Jane admired how the dress fell about half way down her thighs. Not in a slutty way, in a 'I'm not ashamed of my body way'. Jane continued admiring the young woman in front of her, down her perfectly toned legs to the shoes that delicately clicked across the classroom. The heels were a glossy red with a strap across the top of the young woman's foot. Jane admired how she walked in the heels as she estimated they had to be about 6 inches.

"See something you like?" The young woman approached the desk of the woman who had been so blatantly ogling her. She didn't mind, she knew she had a nice body and she wasn't about to hide it.

"Oh erm….sorry" Jane stuttered over her words after having the woman clearly catch her staring. God, cool it Rizzoli.

"That's ok, I think I can forgive you, as long as it doesn't become a regular occurrence" She gave Jane a slightly teasing look and watched her squirm under her words. Why is it so much fun to make this girl squirm? I've never met her before but this is so much fun. "Is this seat taken?" She motioned to the seat besides Jane, and when she shook her head, delicately sat beside her.

"Thanks, I'm Maura, Maura Isles. I'm new here, just started today, transferred from a boarding school in France. It's very different but I think I'll get used to it." Oh well done, just over explain yourself. Maura scolded herself for talking too much, she always did it, but she couldn't help it. She extended her hand for the other girl to take.

"I'm Jane, Jane Rizzoli. Been here since, well forever." Jane just shied away from her hand and sat there in silence.

Maura lowered her hand and wondered what she had done wrong. Ok, well that was kind of rude. I wonder why she is so shy. She eyed Jane carefully, starting at her wild black hair that fell below her shoulders, along her well toned arms, and then. Then she saw it.

Where would she get scars like that?