Chapter 2

Roly-poly Rizzoli

The day at school was going really slow and boring. The only good thing was that we had biology after that. I was waiting for biology class because I was going to see Miss Isles and I just couldn't wait. I liked her from the first time I saw her so I was excited that I was going to see her once again. She was very nice and sexy and I liked being in her class, seeing her, and listening to her soft voice. I didn't like biology very much but I was starting to see the good side of it.

I wanted to make a good first impression at my new teacher. Okay, maybe second because with the first one I failed completely. So I had studied really hard the previous day in order to be prepared for the lesson. And now, as we were in class, I was rising my hand after every question that Miss Isles asked. I really wanted to catch her attention, to make her notice me and erase the first impression of me that she probably had in her mind. Surely, it wasn't very nice. She picked me up a few times to answer the questions she was asking. And I was glad that she gave me a chance to change her opinion about me.

Then Miss Isles asked another question, looking around the room to pick someone up and I was rising my hand once again.

"Joey Grant," she said. This time she didn't pick me.

"Why don't you ask Roly-poly," he nagged, looking at me. "She seems to know everything."

"Excuse me?" The teacher didn't understand him. She looked quite confused.

I sighed in frustration. I wish I could punch Joey Grant in his face because he pissed me off. He gave me that stupid nickname in kindergarten and he's been calling me that way ever since. But I still hated it. He was so mean sometimes and I could barely stand him.

"Jane Roly-poly Rizzoli," he repeated, mocking me, looking straight into my eyes. I clenched my fists, trying to calm down.

The teacher gave me a quick look and then looked back at him, rolling her eyes with disapproval as she realized what he meant with his statement. She gave him a dry look and with a stern voice she said to him, "Meet me after class."

Miss Isles seemed like a very kind person but judging by her stern tone, she was kind of irritated from his comment. But I couldn't feel bad for Joey because he was always like that - mocking me. And I thought that he deserved it. After that the teacher continued with the new lesson.

The next biology class finally came. I've been craving to see our new biology teacher. Lately, I often caught myself thinking about her. I really liked her and I was kind of attracted to her. Maybe I could even dare to say that I had a secret crush on her.

That day Miss Isles was wearing a black dress. A very sexy low cut v-neck dress and high heels. And she was looking stunning. But she always looked gorgeous.

"I want to see you after class," she said when I entered in the classroom. It was the beginning of the period and I had no idea why did she needed to see me after class. What could she possibly tell me or want from me? I didn't even had a clue. I just hoped it was something good. I hadn't done anything wrong so I supposed that I wasn't in trouble for something. It was strange that she wanted to talk to me. I was nervous and excited during the whole period, thinking about it. I couldn't even focus on the lesson.

After the lesson was over I went to the teacher's desk as she had asked me to see me. The other students quickly went out of the room and we were left all alone.

"You can sit down," she suggested, pointing at the chair right next to her.

"No, thanks. I am good," I declined politely. Sitting so close to her wasn't a very good idea. And looking at her, too. It was kind of distracting - her looks, her body, everything - especially that dress! And plus, I had to be focused. I didn't want to be too close because it was really tempting. Just being around her, close enough to smell her perfume was enough temptation for me.

"You know, Jane..." she said my name softly and I had to look at her when she talked to me. But being taller than her since she was seated on the chair, I just realized how her cleavage was way too distracting from that specific spot.

"I think I'll sit," I interrupted her and I quickly sat down, blushing. I felt kind of silly, making such a big deal out of it but I hoped she didn't notice.

"I just wanted to tell you that I talked with Joey Grant and I hope he won't bother you anymore."

"Oh..." I murmured under my breath and looked down. I had no idea what to say. "You... you didn't have to."

"I had to talk to him. He can't insult you like that. He had no right to behave like that. You didn't provoke him, he just offended you for no apparent reason."

"Well, he's just like that..." I answered, shrugging nonchalantly. "He calls me Roly-poly Rizzoli since kindergarten because you know... I was kind of chubby as a kid but... he is always mean to me," I confessed to her, trying to be calm. Or at least look like it. It was hard for me to talk with her about that.

"You know what? I like you the way you are. And you should like yourself, too. Don't let him and his mean words get to you. And plus, I think that he behaves this way because he likes you."

"Well, I don't like him," I answered truthfully.

"Why? Do you already like somebody else in this school?"

I was looking at my hands, feeling a bit nervous but when I heard her question I quickly looked at her. I was kind of surprised by her direct question.

"Uhmm... yeah, you can put it that way," I murmured under my breath. If only she knew it was her I was talking about.

"What do you mean?"

She seemed utterly interested in that. But I couldn't tell her anything.

"Nothing," I answered and waved my hand dismissively.

"Being harassed by a boy is hard, trust me I know. But you should just ignore what he says. When I was your age my classmates mocked me and called me geek so I really know what's that like. But you have to be strong."

"Really? I doubt it," I murmured involuntary but I just couldn't help myself. I just couldn't believe what she was saying.

"It's the truth," she reassured me, taking my hands in hers. I got even more nervous even though she seemed to touch my hands just to calm me down. "I know it is probably hard for you but you just have to be brave and not let someone to put you down..." she encouraged me, making a small pause. Then she continued: "You know, I had a nickname, too. Maura the bore-a."

That's a way to set an example! I just couldn't believe that someone had mocked her about anything. She was smart - yeah, but I liked that about her. She was also kind and smoking hot, too. So it was hard to believe it but I think that she was sincere. And she wasn't telling me all this stuff just to encourage me. It seemed that she was sharing something with me, something so personal that I felt flattered she trusted me.

"I think you should go now," she said and let go of my hands. "I don't want you to be late for your next period."

AN: If there's any interest I could try to post the new chapter sooner. Because as I see, there aren't many people who are interested in my new story so... I don't know what to do. Let me know what you think and is it worth to continue. Thank you in advance for your feedback. I really hope you enjoy my new chapter