A/N: I know I've said this a million times but I really appreciate all the kind words I've received. Thank you so much. :)

Jane tried to remain calm as she approached the front door of the Isles house, but it was a Monday morning before school and she began to regret her plan to surprise Maura for fear of Mr. Isles not wanting any unexpected guests. He really needs to chill. She was wearing a Patriots hoodie as opposed to a t-shirt with innuendo like she wore on her first date with Maura and she hoped that would earn her some points with him.

She assumed Maura would answer the door, but much to her chagrin, it was Mr. Isles that answered. "Don't you have to be at school?"

Not even a hello. "Yes," Jane said, trying to stand her ground. "I'm here to pick up Maura. I was hoping to surprise her."

Mr. Isles turned around to call his daughter, still not inviting Jane inside the house. "Maura! That Jane girl is here to take you to school!"

That Jane girl? Really? But Maura's enthusiasm more than made up for Mr. Isles's behavior toward her. Maura nearly knocked her over as she leapt into her arms and Jane had to keep a firm grip on Maura's behind so they'd remain upright.

"Jane," Maura motioned downward with her eyes.

"Oh, shit," Jane responded when she realized where her hands were.

"You can touch me when we're out of my father's sight," Maura smiled at her. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to take you to school. I even ditched my brother Frankie to take you."

"You ditched him?"

"Well, not really ditched," Jane began to explain. "More like he went with some guys from his baseball team instead of me because I wanted to be alone with you. So, can I take you?"

"I'll get my stuff. Would you like to come in?"

Jane thought about her previous interactions with Mr. Isles. "No, I'll wait for you in the car."

While walking to the car after getting her backpack, Jane noticed an extra bounce in Maura's step and she couldn't help but wonder if she was the reason for Maura's boost of confidence. She's even cuter in the morning. Maura was wearing her letterman jacket and her sweatshirt and, if school weren't starting in twenty minutes, Jane would have suggested a cuddle session in the backseat.

Maura, the girl of her dreams, was sitting in the passenger seat of her car again and, although Mr. Isles was probably looking out the window to see why they hadn't left yet, Jane leaned in to kiss her. That single kiss turned into over a minute of kisses and arguing over who was cuter until Jane decided to pull away. "I don't wanna get too worked up before school."

"Those were chaste kisses."

"I know," Jane groaned. "It's just that I'm never exactly dry around you."

Maura blushed at the thought of having that effect on Jane. "How's Little Jane?"

"I don't know," Jane shrugged. "This is probably TMI, but she is becoming very acquainted with my left hand. How's Little Maura?"

"Little Maura was well-behaved until you shared that information about Little Jane." Maura wanted to ask what Jane thought about or looked at while becoming acquainted with her left hand until she remembered what Jane said about not wanting to get too worked up before school. "Thanks for the ride."

"I can give you plenty of rides," Jane said, absentmindedly. "...to school. We can make this a thing."

"A thing?"

"Yeah, I can pick you up in the morning and bring you home," Jane smiled. "My brother Frankie will be with us, but we can just make him sit in the backseat. Speaking of Frankie, there's something I wanted to ask you."

"Go on," Maura urged, hoping Jane was going to ask her to meet her family.

"Do you want to go to Brad's party with me on Saturday? I know Friday is for your girls and Saturday is our date night, but Brad's my best friend and Frankie really wants to go to this party, too, and my mom won't let him go to parties without me and I'm kinda obligated to go. I just don't want to spend date night without you so do you want to go?"

"To a party?" Maura asked, suspiciously. "A party hosted by Brad?"

"Yeah," Jane responded.

"But he's the most popular guy in school," Maura reminded her.

"Yeah, I know," Jane said, nonchalantly. "He's my best friend and he's having a party. It's really no big."

"Will Jessica be there?" Maura asked nervously. "How about Cassidy and Sophie?"

"Yeah, I guess," Jane shrugged. "They're usually at everything."

"Your ex-girlfriend is going to be there," Maura pointed out. "Your ex-girlfriend and two other girls you've had sex with."

Jane looked at the time and realized they now had only fifteen minutes until school started. She backed out of the driveway and remained quiet in hopes that Maura would change the subject, but the thought of being at the same party as Jessica and Jane's other sexual conquests was weighing on Maura's mind.

"How many girls have you had sex with?"

Jane abruptly pulled over along a curb. "You're not one for small talk, are you?" she asked, trying not to sound annoyed. "How many girls have you had sex with? Do you have any STDs? What's next, Maura? Part of me wants to tell you how many girls I've been with and another part of me thinks it's none of your business or anybody's other than my own."

"Jane?"

"What?"

"You're my girl."

"Only yours," Jane reassured her. "You don't have to go to the party with me if you don't want to. I know how intimidating Jessica and my friends can be. If you do want to go, we can have our own fun. All I have to do is be at the same party as Frankie and make an appearance so Brad knows I'm there. I don't have to hold Frankie's hand or watch every little thing he does. You and I can find somewhere a little more secluded and―"

"No," Maura interrupted. "I am not going to hookup with you while we're in such close proximity to Jessica and other girls you've hooked up with."

"I wasn't even going to suggest that. I was going to say we could get away from everyone until Frankie was ready to leave," Jane snapped. "And I hate that you'd call it a hookup. You mean so much more to me than that. I know we haven't really known each other that long but I feel like you and me are meant to be."

Jane had hoped for a kiss or a moment of Maura gushing about how sweet she was, but instead she covered her mouth and failed at her attempt not to laugh. "You and me are meant to be? That sounds like a line that belongs in your poems."

"Leave my crappy poems alone," Jane said before leaning in to Maura. She placed a slew of quick pecks on her cheek which made Maura laugh even more. "I have a new one. Roses are red, violets are blue. You're hot. Can I have sex with you?"

"It's 'May I have sex with you?'" Maura corrected her.

"Yes, you may."

"Jane," Maura groaned.

"You asked," Jane pointed out. "I was just answering your question."

When Maura held Jane's hand up to her lips, her intentions were to kiss it so her lip gloss would leave a shimmering mark on Jane's hand, but instead she opened her mouth to create a tight suction around Jane's index finger before slowly running her tongue along the length of Jane's finger. "I'm going to the party with you," she said while staring at a wide-eyed Jane.

"What party?"

"Brad's," Maura reminded her.

"Who?"

"Little Jane took over," Maura smiled. "Class starts in ten minutes and I need Little Jane to alert Big Jane."

Jane stared at her right index finger. "Big Jane is nowhere to be found right now. All I can think about is if it felt that good to have my finger in your mouth, it's going to be mind-blowing when my fingers are in your―"

"Peach cupcake?"

After she and Jane went their separate ways, Maura walked the halls of their school with her head held high. For the first time in her life, she was looked at with envy—mainly by freshman and sophomore girls—but it was envy, nonetheless.

"What did Jane do to her?" she heard a blonde freshman girl ask her friend as Maura walked by.

"More like what did she do to Jane?" her brunette friend responded. "Jane's only let Jessica wear her jacket but this girl has her jacket and her basketball hoodie."

"Maybe she did that thing Jane likes."

"What does she like?"

"Everyone knows what she likes, but not everyone does it," the blonde freshman said to her friend. Whatever this 'thing' was that Jane liked was beyond Maura, so she decided to hang out across from their lockers and scroll through her phone while the blonde explained. "I hear Jane ranks girls and she'll only have a second hookup with girls who do what she likes. Jessica did it. Cassidy and Sophie did it. Kayla did it. Morgan did it. Katie did it. Half the drill team did it and—"

"Okay, yeah, but what is it?" her friend interrupted. Yes, what is it?

Maura had to hide her frustration when the blonde freshman whispered in her friend's ear instead of saying what Jane liked aloud.

"What?" the brunette freshman asked in disbelief. "Okay but like if those other girls who weren't Jessica did that and didn't earn the jacket then what did this girl do?"

"She's a total slut," the blonde laughed.

"Yeah, but she's so lucky," the brunette sighed. "If I could just kiss Jane once, my life would be complete."

"Ugh, same. I'd do anything she wanted. Why does she have that stupid juniors and seniors only rule?"

Maura couldn't listen to their conversation anymore and, when she left, she heard one of them ask, 'Oh, shit. Do you think she heard us?' She wanted to tell the girls that she had heard them and she was disgusted by them, but instead she made her way over to her locker where she was hoping her best friends would be waiting for her. She had given her two best friends all of the details of her date with Jane via group texts on Sunday, but they had yet to see Jane's jacket and hoodie on her and Maura couldn't wait to show them.

"Slut," a junior said as she walked past Maura. That was uncalled for, Maura thought as she continued to walk in the opposite direction of that girl.

"Maura the whore-a," a couple of senior girls from her economics class chanted before giggling amongst themselves.

In a matter of a single weekend, she had gone from being ignored to simultaneously being envied by freshman and sophomores and the target of insults from juniors and seniors for doing what―she had no idea―and there were still three class periods left before she'd see Jane again to find out what was happening.

Her two best friends were nowhere to be found and it finally dawned on Maura that she had missed their usual meeting time while she was kissing Jane in the student parking lot. She checked her phone and noticed a text from Sarah. "Where are you? Are you sick or are you just too busy shoving your tongue down Jane's throat?" Maura placed her phone in the back pocket without responding to the text. Yet another thing that was completely uncalled for.

With only two minutes until class started, she wanted to drop off some of her books at her locker and hurry to first period, but the sight in front of her nearly brought tears to her eyes. Written on her locker in permanent marker were, "Maura the Whore-a" and "Slut" for the entire school to see. Nearly every junior and senior girl couldn't resist chanting "Maura the Whore-a" while walking by and she recognized one of them as Sophie, the girl they had encountered at the coffee shop.

"Stay the fuck away with from Jane," she told Maura. "You don't belong with her."

"Yeah," Sophie's friend Morgan added. "I can't wait until she dumps you like she told us she would."

"You're just a bet she has with Brad," a blonde girl named Katie informed her. "She said she could pick some pathetic girl, take her virginity and dump her. She told him to choose the girl and he chose you."

"You really thought Jane liked you?" Morgan laughed.

"She even gave this girl her jacket and hoodie," Katie said to her friends. "I mean, I know Jane can be an asshole, but this is too much even for her."

"Why are you helping her?" Sophie asked Katie.

"I just feel bad," Katie responded. "She's so pathetic. It's like, Jane, you took her virginity and got what you wanted. Enough is enough. Did she even give you that whole bullshit story about how no girl has ever gone down on her and how she's saving herself for the right girl? She told Brad she was going to."

"Be tee dubs, this isn't our handiwork," Morgan said as she pointed at the writing on her locker.

"I'm not a whore!" Maura blurted out as the bell rang. She hoped they would leave her alone so she could get to class, but they remained in front of her and prevented her from leaving. "Jane and I didn't have sex and, even if we had, I still wouldn't be a whore."

"What?" Katie asked in disbelief. "You didn't have sex with Jane? So that's why she's still keeping you around. It makes sense now."

"Poor Jane," Sophie said to Maura. "You're not a slut. You're just a tease. Think about how you made her feel."

"What a virgin," Morgan laughed. "She probably wouldn't know what to do if Jane was naked and on top of her."

"Umm...Jane likes her girls on top," Katie corrected her. "She gets a better view that way."

"Did she invite you to the party?" Sophie asked Maura. "That's probably when she's going to break the news to you."

Break the news to me? Maura pushed her way past them, but that didn't stop them from talking about her as she walked away.

"Jane just texted me," Morgan told the two other girls. "She wants to hookup in her room tonight."

She was already five minutes late for first period and, although it was anatomy—her favorite class—Maura wasn't prepared to walk into class with all eyes on her, so she made her way to the bathroom where she hoped she could escape the name Maura the whore-a.

The bathroom she sought refuge in was at the end of the hallway on the second floor and rarely used, so she stood in front of the mirror and examined the way she looked without any worry that other girls would walk in. It was all over a jacket—the name-calling, the shaming—a jacket that wouldn't mean anything to anyone after graduation, including Jane. There were six months left until graduation, which she knew would seem like nothing in hindsight, but as she thought about what her day-to-day experiences would be like, she knew she'd be in for a grueling six months if she kept the jacket and the hoodie. Six months is a long time to be tormented because of a jacket and a girl.

She wanted to take the jacket and hoodie off and stuff it in her locker until she had the opportunity to return it to Jane, but with no extra sweater or jacket to put on, Maura knew she'd have to wear Jane's jacket for the remainder of the school day. Unless I call my mom.

Mrs. Isles had never let her leave school early unless she was cramping or ill, but the moment she heard her daughter cry on the other end of the line, there was no need to question her reason for wanting to leave. "I'll be there in ten minutes to sign you out."