Bad Timing – Chapter 1
Author – Hearrtonmysleeve9
I don't own any of these characters, and I have a bank account to prove it.
This is my first attempt at fanfic. I know this has a really slow beginning, but it gets better I promise! Reviews are always welcome, and suggestions are always considered! Enjoy! :) -A
Chapter 1
Jane was late. It seemed like that was always the case. Each day she always started out with more than enough time, but somehow she ended up rushing around like a chicken with its head cut off. Every morning.
Jane slipped on her normal attire – a t-shirt and jeans before grabbing her bag and running out the door. She tuned out her mother's daily ranting about her outfit, something else that normally occurred each morning. When it came to ignoring her mother, Jane had the perfected the skill.
"How nice of you to grace us with your presence, Rizzoli," a sarcastic Frost greeted Jane as she slid into the front seat of his car. Frankie was sitting half asleep in the back seat, obviously not too thrilled about waiting on his sister to come out to the car. He had endured way too many tardies on account of Jane's constant lateness. He would rather not start out his freshman year of high school on a bad note.
Jane rolled her eyes and muttered a muffled "Smart ass," to Frost with little enthusiasm. She was in no mood for early morning banter with Frost. Angela had the audacity to try to get her to wear a dress to "start her senior year off right." But her mother had no such luck. The good thing about Frost though, was that he was a loyal best friend, good to have around, and he had a reliable set of wheels that he had purchased himself after working jobs repairing computers.
On the way to school, the atmosphere of the car perked up as the group drove along the road, listening to whatever early morning station that played actual music instead of boring talk-radio. It just so happened that on this particular morning Jane and Frost jammed out to "Bust a Move" for a change in mood. The fact that the song was older than them didn't stop the pair from spitting out the lyrics as if they had written them.
"Okay smarty go to a party," Frost chimed in quickly at the beginning of the song.
"Girls are scantily clad and showin' body," Jane countered, lifting her eyebrows playfully. Frost didn't blink an eye. It wasn't the first time Jane had shown her appreciation of the female form…
"A chick walks by you wish you could sex her," Frost continued,
"But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter!" Jane sang animatedly along with the radio.
A few short minutes and busted moves later, the trio arrived at the front of James Madison High School. They were busy kidding around and giving Frankie tips about which tables to eat lunch at and which teachers to avoid at all costs, when they heard the shrill ringing of the morning bell. Jane and Frost bid a nervous looking Frankie farewell before continuing on to their shared first period class.
Coach Korsak pretended not to notice the pair as they got to class just in the nick of time. They took two seats in the back row with shit-eating grins at Korsak. They knew he wouldn't let them get in trouble. He needed them both for sports teams soon. Jane for field hockey, and Frost for basketball. He couldn't have his star players being busted for something like a stupid tardy, even if it meant never hearing the end of it from Principal Crowe.
At the end of the first block, Frost followed Jane to the front of the class to greet the Coach who had always had their back. He taught history during school hours, but coached after school sports to fill up his extra time. Because he was so dedicated to his work, he had been through two wives already, and had the class exam scores and sports team championships to prove it.
"You put on a little weight there, Coach?" Jane teased the middle-aged man with humor dancing in her eyes.
Korsak was about to reply but Frost cut in before he could, "I see what you mean, Rizzoli. He does look a little wider around the middle… maybe he should think twice about the next six pack he buys?"
Korsak was not easily insulted, as he knew his two star athletes were just kidding around, trying to get a rise out of him. "Yeah, yeah," he replied, "You kids just wait until you're forty. Send me a picture of your rock-hard abs then."
Jane and Frost left Korsak to continue with the rest of their school days. They only had one more class together at the end of the day, but planned to meet up for lunch, like they had done for the past three years. "Save me a seat in Anatomy, Frost. I'll probably be late." Jane said to Frost. She didn't want to piss the new anatomy teacher off on the first day.
"Yeah, I know, Rizzoli. You're always late." Frost replied. He knew his best friend all too well.
Jane had heard that there was a new replacement anatomy teacher. The one before had taken an early retirement after he'd had a nervous breakdown of some sort. The rumor was that the new teacher was strict, but overall a good teacher. Jane had not given the change a second thought.
Dr. Maura Isles was fresh out of med school. She was young, and had finished school earlier than the rest of her class. She took pride in her intelligence, and wanted to be known for more than just her attractive appearance. She was studying to be a medical examiner, but there were no available internships at this time, so she thought this teaching job would be a nice break before trying to begin her career. High school anatomy was a course she could practically teach in her sleep.
At the start of the last period of the day, students trickled into the classroom before the class started, taking their seats while pulling out notebooks and pens. The back-to-school chatter died down after a few minutes when the bell signaled the start of class. Maura had her back turned to the class while writing her name at the top of the white board and labeling the last of her diagram.
Jane swiftly slid into her seat just as the bell was ringing. Smiling at her own slyness, she reached her hand across the aisle to Frost to give him their secret handshake. The new teacher still hadn't turned around, her concentration was centered on the white board. Jane admired her from behind as she began to write the day's topics under her title.
Jane had been expecting another old dusty teacher like the one who had previously taught the course. Not a gorgeous young woman. She was pleasantly surprised to say the least.
When she turned around, Dr. Isles' eyes caught those of a Jane Rizzoli.
Jane's brain literally turned to mush and her stomach stirred ever so slightly with butterflies. Dr. Isles was not hot, she was beautiful. Her eyes were the clearest hazel Jane had ever seen. Not to mention the honey-blonde hair that fell perfectly around her flawless face. Jane couldn't stop her eyes from admiring the gentle and wonderfully proportioned curves of the doctor.
"Damn, Rizzoli. I know that look." Jane was brought out of her silent ogle-fest with the teacher at the sound of Frost's voice. She was quick to reply, "Suck it, Frost." and slugged him in the arm. He would be wrong if he said he didn't expect that one.
Maura introduced herself to the class and began her lesson. Her eyes kept briefly connecting with Jane's. There was something intriguing about the unique girl that the doctor could not put her finger on.
Jane tried valiantly to concentrate on the words flowing from the teacher's beautiful lips, but the attempt was futile. Everything about this woman was absolutely distracting. The way she gestured with her hands when she was particularly excited, accentuated the doctor's ample curves. As she paced gently while teaching, Jane's eyes were drawn the her perfectly shaped calf muscles that were sculpted further but the doctor's high heeled shoes.
The bell ending class sounded with a shrill ring bringing Jane out of her reverie. Jane looked down at her desk and saw the copious notes she had taken, but had no memory of how they got there. The only thing she'd learned within the last hour, was that she was crushing hard on her new anatomy teacher.