A/N. Hello again! Hopefully this chapter does justice to the rest of the story. Review and tell me if I'm doing ok? I love feedback. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and such.

Enjoy, xo.

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Oh crap, Maura thought to herself. I have to leave very inconspicuously before Jane sees me. Maura waited til the right moment to up and leave - that moment being when Jane packed her sheets away in her bag. Maura quickly tiptoed out of the auditorium, making sure as to not make a sound when opening and closing the door.

Although, when you're in an empty auditorium, every small noise is a loud one. Jane looked up towards the auditorium doors, where she could've sworn she'd heard a noise. "Hello? Anyone here?" Jane shook her head. It's just my imagination. I'm slowly going crazy, methinks. "Better get going. Oh, and now I'm talking to myself. I'm definitely going crazy." She muttered to herself.

Walking in the busy corridor amongst her peers, Jane suddenly regained the feeling she felt all day, that went away while she played; anger. Clenching her fists, grinding her teeth and giving death eyes to people - wow, I must look super friendly today. I wonder where Frankie or Tommy is. Just as quickly as she'd thought it, she spotted her two younger brothers - who were in the same year, both juniors - and thought of a plan she knew only Tommy would be game for.

"Hey, Frankie! Tommy!" Jane called in the corridor whilst making her way to them.

"Hey sis!" They shouted in unison, turning to look at each other and pulling a face that read 'Holy crap, we just said the same thing. This is so cool!' Jane met up with them and shook her head at them, cracking a smile at them.

"Yeah, hey. Listen, what do you two have now? Anything you don't… particularly want to go to?" Jane voice hushed down, trying to keep from other students hearing. Not that they'd care.

"Jane, no. I'm going to class, bye guys." Frankie spluttered out, averting his siblings' gazes and walking past them to class.

"I'm in. Let's go," Tommy gave Jane a high five and they paced quickly towards their clubs' room. "So, you don't usually do this Jane. Is this because of…? Because of, well. You know-"

"Ma and Pa? Well, I mean- yeah they just- I'm just so angry and upset and- what's going to happen with them? They've never fought this bad before."

"I don't know, sis. But I'm sure they'll be fine. Their marriage is strong. They're Rizzoli's, and so are we," he patted Jane on the back. "We're strong." They reached the room and strode in, closing the door quietly behind them. They instantly started the search for the chess club's equipment. "Here's the board, and the pieces are under it. Can you grab that for me? Thanks."

Jane did as instructed and gathered the large, blue velvet bag of chess pieces and brang it over to the table in the middle of the room, where Tommy had already set up the board. She placed the bag down and then reached inside the bag before her brother.

"I DIBS THE BLACK PIECES!" Jane yelled, and then realising she probably shouldn't have, seeing as they weren't even meant to be there.

"Why? What's so cool about black?" Tommy rolled his eyes.

"You know, black to represent death. Death is so cool. No, I just like the colour black, in case you haven't noticed." She motioned to her clothes - black skinny jeans, black converse and a black shirt with a white staff with white notes on it.

"Oh, yeah I haven't noticed. But thanks for pointing it out, now I know." They both giggled and started to place the pieces on the board.

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"So, um, where were you at recess? Because you weren't with us." Elle berated her friend. Well done, I'm so glad that you realised Maura thought to herself.

"I was, busy."

"Busy, busy doing what? OH! Let me guess, you were talking to Roly Poly Rizzoli, weren't you?" She poked her finger into Maura's shoulder a little harder than necessary. She knows I can't lie. What do I tell her?

"No, I was not interacting with Jane." Now hopefully she drops the subject.

"Oh. Then, where were you?"

"Sitting, by myself. I just wanted to sit by myself for once, not sitting next to anyone. That's all." Please, drop the subject.

"I see, well whatever."

The rest of the lesson - History - for Maura was spent avoiding conversation with her supposed best friend, and caring about American History. For Maura, this wasn't actually a challenge, as she loved all classes and school in general. Well, not so much the socialising bit - her small circle of friends had deemed her 'socially retarded' and 'lucky to have friends like them to keep her in check'. They may have giggled and found it amusing, but Maura didn't. She didn't find it funny that she had problems communicating with living people. Except, she felt that there was something about Jane that made it easy to talk to her. Like she could say anything, and be accepted. I must be going crazy; I've only talked to her for a brief conversation, once. How could I possibly feel and think these things about her. I'm undoubtedly going crazy.

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They stared each other down, their eyes menacing and fierce. Both of them had their arms in front of them, elbows on the table, one hand interlaced with another holding their chins up; thinking of their next move. To a stranger, the scene would seem like it came from a modern western movie - instead of standing in the streets with revolvers, they were playing a heated game of chess. Their 3rd game, to be exact.

"I think it's fair to say, check mate, lil' brother." Jane tilted her head to the side, smiling cockily at Tommy.

"Ok, yeah. You win. Congratulations, again." Tommy smirked and shook his head in defeat.

"Yup, two out of three. Only because I let you win that one-"

"Bullshit!" They bickered on for a moment, like brother and sister do, until the room's door suddenly swung open to the disapproving face of Mr Henson; the principal.

"What are you two doing in here? I'm quite certain you should be in class… "The two Rizzoli's just stared up at him, speechless. What could they say?

"Uh…" They both murmured, trying to come up with something. It just came out in unintelligible noises. Mr Henson sighed.

"C'mon, you two. Come with me to the front office; I don't think I need to tell you you're in trouble, do I?" The two of them shook their heads 'no' and stood, walking lazily with the principal.

"Can you not call our parents? Please? They have a lot on their plate at the moment-" Jane started and got cut off by the elder.

"What I'm sure is a well-rehearsed story, I'm not buying it. I will be calling your parents and that's final."

She gaped at him, then closed her mouth and tried to contain her anger. Usually, Jane wouldn't argue. She knows better than to argue, but something just cracked inside of her and she needed to lash out.

"NO! It is not a made up story. I'm very serious! So don't tell me any different. My parents actually have a lot on their plate. They're having a rough time and they don't need this burden so don't call them!"

"Yeah, what Jane said!" Tommy chimed in.

"Excuse me, young lady-"

"DON'T 'YOUNG LADY' ME!"

"That's it, you're getting double punishment; and so are you, Tommy, for encouraging her. And probably influencing her bad behaviour too."

Jane and Tommy were both outraged. Just because Tommy screwed up a lot, doesn't mean he's a bad influence or a bad kid. "That was so out of line, Tommy. He shouldn't have of said that bullshit." Jane whispered to her brother, who was now clenching his fists and grinding his teeth and giving death eyes to her - and Mr Henson. It must be a Rizzoli thing Jane thought.

"I know. He's a fucking prick, Jane. He won't listen. Good job telling him though." He offered a smile through his enraged state.

"Thanks bro. We'll be alright."