A/N Hello there. This chapter is longer than the first, don't worry! Thank you to everyone following this story and to those who reviewed. This has been Beta'd by Captain Symmetry. Hopefully this chapter is ok; let me know what you think with a review - it only takes a moment. Also, feel free to make suggestions on what you'd like to see within the next chapters.

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Jane walked out of the auditorium, head down, hands pushed in pockets and eyebrows furrowed. She put an earphone in, music still playing loudly from before; she only just heard her name being called out.

"Wait up! Excuse me! Hey!"The projections began to near Jane with every phrase. She turned to view a somewhat familiar face; one that she doesn't usually associate with, but knows.

"Um, hi there… um… "Jane pulled her earphone out and pointed at the girl, trying to conjure up her name.

"Maura-"

"Maura, yeah. I knew that, I just couldn't remember. I usually don't care for popular people." Jane shrugged her shoulders. Maura Isles; captain of the cheerleading squad, absolute genius. Her IQ is like 150, and she's the definition of perfection. The other cheerleaders only treat her nicely because she's the captain, but rumours say she's socially retarded or something.

"Oh, I see. Well, I just wanted to say that I um… I happened to come across you playing the piano in the school's auditorium. You know, the word 'piano' comes from the Italian word 'pianoforte'. The musical terms "piano" and "forte" mean "quiet" and "loud," and in this context refers to the variations in volume of sound the instrument produces in response to a pianist's touch on the keys: the greater a key press's velocity, the greater the force of the hammer hitting the strings, and the louder the note produced." Maura offered a smile, Jane just stared.

"Oh, ok. Thankyou for the lesson, Miss Google. I'll be sure to remember that… And just for the record, nobody outside of my family have seen or heard me play before, so just don't go telling your little cheerleading friends about my hobbies, ok?" Jane raised her eyebrows at Maura, who looked a little confused. "So tell me, Maura; why is someone like you, talking to someone like me?"

"I'm sorry; I don't think I understand… Person like you and me?" Her eyebrows knitted together.

"You know, you're popular, I'm a loser. Cliché stuff like that. "Bbbzzzzzzzzz. The bell rang. "There's the bell, I better get going… "Jane turned and walked in the opposite direction to her classroom.

"Jane!" Maura called, Jane stilled. "You have an amazing talent." Jane smiled to herself and slightly shook her head, resuming walking back to her classroom. Maura looked on for a moment before walking to her own classroom.

-x-

"MAURA! I have a bone to pick with you!" Elle McIntyre, almost cheer captain, IQ of around 70, all but screeched in her shrill and squeaky voice as she strutted towards her friend, who was seated by herself in first period class.

"Yes?" Maura looked at Elle expectantly.

"Did I see you talking to who I think I saw you talking to this morning?" She sat down next to Maura, putting her bag on the table and crossing her arms.

"I'm not sure; I talked to ample amounts of people today. Could you specify for me?"

"You know who! Roly-Poly Rizzoli… ugh." She pulled a disgusted face.

"I don't know why people call her that, she's not even overweight. If you were to consider things, she'd be somewhat just underweight. Judging by her height to waist ratio that is… "Maura started to look off into the distance, quieting and working things out in her head before Elle disrupted her thoughts.

"Yeah whatever, I don't care about her ratio or whatever. Just, don't talk to her. It's weird, and it'll ruin your rep." Elle turned to the front of the class, and so did Maura as the teacher walked in. Maura didn't know what to think anymore; she felt so conflicted, all the time. Every time I talk to someone that's not in our immediate group - it's bad for my rep and I shouldn't do it. Every time I do something new that's not what 'we do' - it's bad for my rep and I shouldn't do it. Every time I do something that she's not ok with - it's bad for my rep and I shouldn't do it. If it's bad for my rep and I shouldn't do it and I do it again, I'm basically warned that I'll be kicked out from that group and everything I've worked for - aka, cheer captain.

During class, Maura mentally debated herself. She wanted to talk to one Jane Rizzoli again, but she was afraid Elle and her friends would find out. Elle was meant to be her best friend, but in all honesty, she treated her appallingly. Maura was confused, she wondered what would happen if she was kicked out of her circle of friends. Where would she go? She's never had another circle of friends. In freshman year, she was instantly adopted into the group of popular kids just because she was rich; she's never known any different. She'd made up her mind; she was going to talk to Jane, she didn't care what her friends thought. Under all that hostility, she must be nice, Maura thought.

-x-

Second period, when will this hellish scene end? Jane stared blankly at the chalkboard out the front of the classroom as the rest of the room engaged in a class discussion with the teacher, who was drawing diagrams and such to power her statements. I hate this class, I hate geography. All this teacher ever does is have class discussions. I'll be damned if I've even learnt anything. I'm pretty sure I haven't, because all she does is sit and talk and half the class isn't listening and she's so oblivious and ugh- I HATE THIS CLASS! BRING ON RECESS! Jane inconspicuously pulled out her phone to check the time. 9.50. Fuck yes, five minutes to go.

-x-

Bbbzzzzzzzzz.

Jane took off straight away, not having to pack anything away because in that class all she did was sit and stare; everyone did. She took off to her safe place, to where she was this morning. I have a feeling I'm going to be in here at lunch, also. Going onto the stage again, she sat at the bench, and she pulled out a peanut butter and fluff sandwich.

"Odio la mia vita." She spoke under her breath to herself and sighed a sigh of discontent.

Maura walked out of Science class - her favourite class - and walked just inside the cafeteria doors, searching for one Jane Rizzoli. There was no sight of her, but she did spot her own group who didn't seem to be missing her presence. Maura turned and walked out of the cafeteria and towards the auditorium.

Upon arrival, she opened the doors as quietly as possible, as to not alert Jane of her presence; if Jane is in here, that is. Maura softly closed the door behind her, and slinked down into the closest seat. Looking to the stage, she spotted Jane. She must've just finished eating… Oh joy, she's going to play now.

Just as Maura had predicted, Jane reached into her bag again and pulled out a thick, teal folder. Maura wasn't sure of what compositions lay in the folder, but waited expectantly to hear her play, knowing whatever she played would be brilliant.

Let's see what I've got in here… Jane opened her folder and went through each composition piece in her head. Hope by Idina Menzel, Ordinary People by John Legend, Somebody To Watch Over Me by George Gershwin, and I've got the chords to I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry - haha. Jane chuckled to herself. Oh, and there's Faeiries Aire and Death Waltz - ha, like I'll ever learn to play that. Ok, yeah I'll play John Legend, then Idina and then George.

Jane turned the page to Ordinary People. She positioned herself properly on the stool, flexing her fingers and taking a deep breath. Opening the lid of the piano, she put fingers to keys and played.

Maura couldn't believe the beauty in these pieces. She'd always found them so beautiful; her parents would often take her to classical music concerts and operas; though Maura never had anyone to relate to with her undying love of musical compositions. How she played, how stunning she looked and how magnificent the score sounded echoing in the auditorium made her feel at ease, for once.