In love with the teacher

AN: This is going to be an AU story as Jane being a student in high school and Maura - her new teacher. It's from Jane's pov. I hope you like reading it.

Chapter 1

Rumor has it

The news spread fast - there was going to be a new teacher in our high school. Rumor has it she was really hot. So hot that the boys from her previous school were all crazy about her. They say that she was so mesmerizing that all the boys went all over her in a matter of minutes. But I couldn't believe that. I doubted it was true because knowing the teachers in our school this rumor had to be way over exaggerated. Our teachers were middle-aged women that were way too serious and stern. They all were either really, really old or very boring. Or both. And plus, how hot exactly could possibly be a teacher! Honestly, I don't believe in rumors. And I have never had. At least not until our new teacher walked in the classroom. And I saw that she was drop-dead gorgeous. She had a golden brown hair and deep hazel eyes. She was dressed very stylish - high heels, a short skirt and a white shirt, her curly hair falling over her shoulders freely. The instant she walked in the room all eyes were on her. Even the girls were staring at her.

"Hello, my name is Maura Isles and this year I am going to be your new biology teacher," she introduced herself, greeting the whole class. "I hope we will get along well. Let's get to know each other first."

She sat on her desk and started reading the names of the students, asking them all kind of questions, trying to remember each one of them. I wasn't listening very carefully what others were saying because I already knew my classmates well enough. And I wasn't very interested in that. I still couldn't take my eyes off my new teacher. And just like my eyes, my mind was on her constantly as well. I was scrutinizing the features of her face, her sexy body, her elegant clothes that she was wearing, absorbing every detail and trying to memorize it. Because she was just mesmerizing.

"Jane Rizzoli."

I heard my name and I quickly raised my hand, a bit startled. I was so deep in thoughts that I didn't notice when the teacher got to my name.

"Jane, why do you like studying biology?"

"I... uhmm... I j-just... I uh... I like studying biology because... uhmm... I... I like studying?" I couldn't even make out one sentence.

Because I like studying?! Duh! How could you say something so stupid! The other students laughed at me but I didn't care about that. All I cared about was our teacher. And the fact that she probably thought that I am an idiot. Very good first impression. Good for you! That went smoothly! I just wanted to die! I felt so embarrassed.

"Alright, Jane. The next one is Joey Grant..."

The good thing was that she continued with everyone else but I was still trying to forget this situation. She asked Joey what was his favorite subject a school. Had she asked me that, I would have answered her properly. His question was much better than mine. That wasn't fair. I felt really silly.

She continued with the rest of the students, asking them all kind of questions but I stopped listening. All I could focus on was her posture, her sexy figure and that sweet voice. The way she was standing, talking softly, smiling at every student she asked a question. She was being so sweet with everyone.

After we introduced ourselves to her, the teacher started with the lecture. The minute Miss Isles started talking, I was mesmerized by her voice. It was intoxicating to listen to her soft calm voice, telling us about the lesson. I could listen to her voice for hours. But soon the bell rang, and the class was over. I had to go to Math. Not seeing her for the rest of the day was kind of sad because I wanted to get to know her better. She made such a good impression to me.

I was disappointed of the fact that Miss Isles didn't say much about herself. Besides her name, she didn't say anything else about her and I had so many questions that I couldn't ask her. I was wondering whether she was married or not. And how old was she? Would she always dress like that in school? And why is her voice so sultry? I just couldn't stop thinking about her.

After school I went straight home. My mother met me at the door, waiting impatiently for me and Frankie to get home. Obviously Frankie wasn't there yet.

"So what's new today, Jane? How was school?" my mother asked me immediately. She had the same routine every day - she always asked what's new and how was school and it was kind of bothering me. I felt like I was in interrogation room, being asked all kind of questions which were all the same every day.

"It's all the same every day, Ma. I go to school, study my lessons and then come back home. And study again."

"Aren't there any boys at school that you've met?"

"Of course there are. There are boys and there are girls. And we study all together. Can you imagine that!"

"I don't appreciate your tone, young lady. You never say anything. I want you to share something with me."

Luckily at that moment Frankie came home. My savior!

"Oh, Frankie's home!" I exclaimed, never have been happier to see my brother there. I could walk out freely without being interrogated.

"Frankie, what's new today? How was your day at school?" my mother asked him immediately as well.

"We have a new biology teacher and she's really hot."

"Frankie, don't talk like that about your teacher! Have some respect. Isn't it true, Jane?"

"I don't know, Ma." I hurried to say. "I have no clue if she's smoking hot or not..." I started saying but then I stopped abruptly. Maybe she didn't mean what I thought she did.

"I meant isn't it true that your brother should be more respectful."

"Uhm... yeah. Of course. Frankie, have some respect," I scolded my little brother.

"So, anything else about this new teacher?" she asked turning to Frankie. I assumed that I was free to go. At least for now. And after I made such a silly mistake I felt relived to leave the room. I went to my room but soon my mother called for lunch.

After our lunch my mother said she wanted to talk to me and I had no idea what about. We went to the living room while Frankie went to his own room, saying he would study. More likely he was going to play games.

"Come here, Janey. Let's have a talk," my mother said with a serious tone and I sat on the couch next to her. "I want to talk with about something serious," she said, sounding like she was going to lecture me for something.

"Oh my God, am I dying?"

"I don't appreciate you humor, young lady," she scolded me and looked at me with disappointment. I felt so guilty, seeing the way she looked at me.

"Alright, Ma. I am sorry," I apologized. She never liked my sense of humor.

"Why don't you date boys?" she asked me and I was puzzled. I didn't expect that. I had no idea what to answer her.

"Because boys from my class are stupid and immature."

"You're young. I think you should go out, have some fun and start dating. Do you have a secret boyfriend that you're not telling me about? I want you to tell me if you met someone."

"No, Ma. And I go out, I just go out with friends. And some of them are boys if you must know."

"If you can't meet someone, I know a boy. He's my friend's son and he is a very decent boy."

"Yeah because that's my number one dream - to meet a decent boy," I said sarcastically, feeling a bit annoyed with my mother. She always wanted to set me up with someone.

How was I supposed to tell her that I don't like boys. I am into girls. I didn't know how she would react. From one side, she has always said that she just wanted me to be happy and wanted the best for me. But on the other side she has always been old-fashioned and I didn't know if she could accept it. I was torn apart. So for now, I just kept it a secret. I decided it was for the best. What she doesn't know won't hurt her.

AN: How do you like this first chapter? Let me know what you think about the beginning of this story.