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#shutup

Sam is half-asleep against the window when she sits next to him. He knows it's not Jerry because she smells like candy corn and Jerry would have slapped him across the head and woken him up. And Oliver would have smelled like the pancakes and bacon he had for breakfast. "Hey," she says and he opens his eyes. Sam can tell that this is going to be a problem. "Hey McNally."

Oliver is still complaining about Zoe not going when he and Dov and Chris get on the bus. "I mean look at them. Lovebirds," he declares, pointing at Jerry and Traci sitting side by side. He heaves himself into the seat across from Sam and Andy. Does a quick, barely noticeable double-take at the sight of her sitting beside his friend.

Sam notices.

"What's up, brother?" Oliver crows, recovering quickly. He flashes a smile at Andy. "Hi Andy."

"Hi Oliver. Um, did you guys want to sit together?" She has her arms wrapped around her backpack, tight like she's afraid to lose it or have it stolen on the first day of school.

"What? No." Oliver says at the exact same time that Sam says, "Yes." Oliver stares at Sam.

Sam glares until Andy glances his way.

"So…" She's already edging out.

"Nope." Oliver stops her. "We're good, Andy." He stretches out, hangs his feet off the seat. "I wanted the seat to myself." He glances between the two of them. "So where's the ice queen?"

Sam snorts and pulls the hood of his sweater up over his head.

"You mean Gail?" Andy looks slightly more relaxed, leans back and loosens her death grip on her bag.

"Yeah, isn't it her place that we're going to?"

"Her parent's place," Dov corrects, butting in from his seat in front of Sam and Andy.

"Same thing, doofus," Chris says beside him.

Andy giggles.

Dov, easily distracted, is leaning over Chris to look out the window. "Who's that?"

"Who's who?" Oliver sit up, cranes his neck but still can't see.

Sam finds himself with a lapful of girl. "Holy cow, that's Chloe!" Andy clamors about in her enthusiasm. Sam does not.

"Chloe who?" Chris shoves Dov off the window to see. "Who's the goth girl?"

They all go quiet when the last three teenagers enter the bus. Gail, Chloe and the goth girl.

"Chloe, Gail's cousin," Andy whispers once it's safe.

"That's Marlo. She's new," Oliver readily supplies what he knows. "I met her in the nurse's office last week."

"Does she cut?" Dov asks, completely unfiltered and far too loud.

"Shut up." The speaker, a dark-headed girl with wild hair, looks sharply at Dov, turning around in her seat.

Dov's mouth has fallen open. He is silent. She is not from their school.

Chris elbows his friend. "Yeah, shut up, Dov," he says weakly.

"What kind of name is Dov?" she asks, leaning her forearms over the back of the seat.

Dov goes pale and then flushes with color. "It um, it-t-t-"

"Spit it out," her seatmate says, a black boy with a buzz cut.

"Jane! Obviously you've frightened hi-" Maura stops, partly because Frankie yanks on her sleeve and partly because Dov starts speaking.

"I am not scared!" He still looks scared, but now there is a glint of determination in his eyes. His hands are balled up tight at his sides. "Dov means "bear" in Hebrew." He states it as a fact and a hush spreads over the bus and its occupants. The bus slowly comes to a stop and the door opens. Dov takes a shaky breath and looks her in the eye.

"I'm Jane. Jane Rizzoli."

Outside there are seagulls.

"Sam Swarek."

"Andy McNally."

"Chris Diaz."

Waves are breaking on the shore.

"Barry Frost."

"Frankie Rizzoli."

"Maura Isles."

"Traci Nash."

"Jerry Barber."

There is sand on the pavement.

"Oliver Shaw."

"Chloe Price."

"Gail Peck."

"Marlo Cruz."

Jane pushes her bag at Dov when he walks by her. The move almost tips him over under his knapsack. She grabs it by the handle, keeps him upright. "What's your last name, Dov?' she asks.

"Epstein." His smile is tight-lipped. "I'm Dov Epstein."

A/N; Well, there's the cast of #breakers. Don't worry, Luke and Nick will show up eventually. I haven't decided yet if Jo or Celery will.