A/N Finally another chapter! I had about three quarters of this written, hoping to upload it on Christmas Eve (well, Australia's Christmas Eve). But I got lazy, and I didn't end up finishing till yesterday. Hope everyone's holidays were epic! A review would be greatly appreciated, I need to know if this story is going alright.

Enjoy, x.

"Yes, I had to let you know. Ok- yes I'm sure it was her. It was also T- Yes ok. Alright Mrs Rizzoli. Thank you for your time. Bye." Mr Henson hung up the phone, and returned to his hobby of the day - sporting smug 'you're fucked' glares to troubled teenagers. "So your mother was informed and you'll be having a detention today and lunch and tomorrow at lunch." Bbbzzzzzzzzz. "There's the bell; off you go to Ms Bromley in your detention in C12."

Jane and Tommy stood and shuffled out of the principal's office and to their half hour of being detained. They took their time, dawdling and such; even though the classroom was close to the office, they managed to take 5 minutes to get there.

"Rizzoli, Rizzoli. Take a seat, away from each other. Thank you." Ms Bromley ushered them into the room and motioned to the tables. There were 3 other people in there apart from them; two boys and another girl. One boy, Dave, was nervous looking. He looked straight ahead and had arms folded in from of him on the table. The other, Jeremy was one of the schools famous dickheads, and was sitting slouched and noisily chewing gum. The girl, Katrina, was slumped in her chair, fidgeting and trying to amuse herself. Tommy sat in the back left corner, and Jane sat two seats away from him. "I just have to pop over to the staffroom for a moment. NO TALKING!" She left, closing the door behind her.

As she left, Jeremy turned around to face Jane and Tommy; he was sitting in the second of the five rows, third of the columns - same column as Jane. "SO, Dyke, Fuck-Up, what are you two doing in here? Oh, and where's your brother, Suck Up Douche?"

"Shut the fuck up, Jeremy. It's none of your fucking business. Did you get caught popping your mum's oestrogen pills again?" Tommy spoke, dirty smirk on his face and pissed off as fuck.

"You fucking asked for it man!" Jeremy leapt out of his chair and strode towards Tommy, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up by it. He raised his fist and pounded Tommy right in the jaw. Tommy fell to the floor, Jeremy straddling him and laying into the other side of his face. Jane leapt up to pull them apart, but Jeremy pushed her back down. "Fuck of, Dyke!"

Jane, now on her ass, got back up and laid her fist into his face. He fell back, grabbing onto his face and whining whilst Jane attended to her brother, shaking her fist. "You ok, little bro?" She grabbed him by the shoulders and helped him sit up.

"Yeah I'm ok. Nice right hook! How's your fist?" Tommy asked holding his face.

"Its fine, thanks. Your nose is bleeding, c'mon get up."

Tommy stood, with his sisters help and they both looked over to Jeremy who was just standing up himself.

"I won't tell if you won't, you know how this goes." Even though Jeremy was a royal douche and frequently didn't do his work and stuffed up in class, his mother still believed he was a saint and that he would never hurt a fly.

"Fine." The three of them quickly went back to their seats, the boys trying to cover up the bruises on their faces by wiping away blood and pretending to sleep on the desk. Ms Bromley strode back in a moment later carrying a folder which contained the detention roll and numerous other papers. She called the roll out and by the time she was done, the bell had gone for next period and everyone upped and left straight away.

-x-

What happened at Maura's lunch.

Maura exited fourth period's classroom swiftly, trying to avoid Elle finding out where she was heading; she should've walked faster.

"Maura! Where were you going? Oh well doesn't matter, c'mon," Elle grabbed Maura's forearm and lightly tugged, dragging her in the opposite direction and to the cafeteria. "Let's go to the group, we missed you at lunch."

She had a tone in her voice Maura couldn't quite place. Cynical maybe? Definitely controlling - just as she is. Maura couldn't say no, she was too nice. That and if she was ever disowned from that group, she'd have nowhere to go. The geeks wouldn't accept her because she was a cheerleader, even though she was probably just as smart, if not smarter, than most of them.

"Alright, to sit with the group it is." Maura forced a smile and walked on with Elle. They paced in silence, Elle waving and blowing kisses to random people along the way. Maura rolled her eyes at every random act of affection. When they reached the table in the cafeteria their group was at, they slid into their seats without a word and everyone started talking to Elle, not Maura. Maura sat there in silence; no one asked her where she was at lunch, nobody asked why she wasn't there, nobody missed her - nobody at all. She lied. Why am I even here? I can't wait to go home, and that's saying something.

I'm liking the use of our friend's names and the reference to the music room, made me laugh a little, I imagined Ms Bromley to be like Ms whatsherface (you know the English teacher we had who wouldn'