A/N: Sorry about the cliffhanger on the last chapter and thank you all for your comments. I hope you enjoy this chapter. :)

Her second period Statistics class was the highlight of Jane's school day. She had the second highest grade in the class, but the subject hardly interested her. The class was a reason for her to be in close proximity to Maura even before she had the nerve to talk to her, but now that they were dating, she was going to walk in there with her head held high and take a seat right behind her girl so she could sneak little touches and the occasional shoulder massage during class. "This girl is my girl," Jane wanted to tell everyone in class, although the majority of them had already seen the picture of Jane and Maura kissing on Instagram.

When the tardy bell rang and Maura still hadn't shown up to class, Jane decided to send her a text. "Where's my cute girl? You never miss class. Are you sick? Do you need me to take you home?"

Jane tried to pay attention in class, but she was too worried about Maura to attempt to solve the problems that her teacher had finished writing on the board. Maura, please text me and let me know you're okay.

Another twenty minutes had passed before she finally received a message from Maura. "We shouldn't continue dating."

"Why? Did I do something wrong?"

Jane stared at her phone, waiting for an answer, but by the end of second period Maura still hadn't responded to her, so she decided to stop by her locker. She always goes to her locker right after second period to get her books for third and fourth period.

During the walk to Maura's locker, Jane contemplated what she would say. She'd plead her case and apologize for any wrongdoings and Maura would be hers again, or so she had hoped, but instead of Maura she saw Maura's best friend Sarah staring at "Maura the Whore-A" written on her locker.

"What did you do to her?" Sarah asked angrily.

"I didn't do anything," Jane said as she approached Sarah.

"Bullshit!"

"I didn't write this," Jane argued. "Maura's my girl. Why would I write something like this about her? I'm just as angry about this as you are."

Sarah glared at her. "She's not your girl. You think Maura is a fucking joke. Don't think I haven't heard what your little groupies are saying."

"What are they saying?" Jane asked, completely dumbfounded.

"They hated her for having sex with you and, now that they found out she didn't, they're calling her a tease, but I'm glad she didn't do anything with you. Who knows what you have," Sarah smirked. "You're just trash, Jane. High school is all you have. Soon, Maura will move on with her life. She'll go to college and meet a girl who is good to her and she'll forget all about you, but you won't forget about her because these high school memories will be all you have. Guess what, Jane, no one gives a fuck about high school when it's over. The only people that do are the ones that don't do shit with their lives. What's it feel like to peak at seventeen?"

"You're trying to hurt my feelings," Jane smiled at her. "What Maura and I did on our date doesn't concern you. You've disliked me and tried to turn Maura against me from the beginning and I've never done a damn thing to you. You know what that makes you? A mean girl. Deep down, you're just like Sophie and Katie and Morgan and all the rest of them. The only difference is you don't have the popularity to back it up and you've been bitter about that for years so you told Maura all these negative things about me because maybe, just maybe, Maura could be popular and then she'd realize how full of shit you are. Leave us alone and let her be happy for once."

"You're so delusional," Sarah laughed. "You think there's an 'us' when it comes to you and Maura. She dumped your ass just like Jessica did. All that's left is for her to shove that stupid jacket in your face tomorrow in front of everyone. Face it, Jane, you're nothing more than a living, breathing sex toy. No girl actually wants to be in a relationship with you. This," she paused to point to the locker. "This is all more trouble than you're worth and Maura finally realized that."

Before Jane was given a chance to respond, her best friend Brad approached them. "Jane, you going to weight training?"

"Yeah," Jane said nonchalantly.

"Okay because we only have like two fucking minutes until the bell rings," Brad pointed out.

Without saying so much as another word to Sarah, Jane left with Brad. She wasn't in the mood to attend her weight training class, to be in a class that was purely physical and often repetitive, which would give her the opportunity to think about Maura and how she had no longer wanted to date her. "I don't wanna go to weight training," Jane admitted. "Can we go somewhere else?"

"The bleachers?"

"I guess," Jane shrugged. "I just can't be here."

Underneath the bleachers on the football field was their go-to spot whenever they wanted to talk or get away from it all, especially after school hours. The football field was where Brad experienced some of the most glorious moments of his life and under the bleachers was where Jane had hooked up with more than a few girls after sneaking out in the middle of the night.

"How many girls have you hooked up with under these bleachers?" Brad asked.

"I don't know," Jane averted her eyes. "Maybe five or ten."

"Five or ten? Just under these bleachers?" Brad asked in disbelief. "How many altogether?"

"I don't know," Jane responded, angrily.

"Jane, chill. You don't have to answer. You and me have always kept our numbers to ourselves and that doesn't have to change."

Jane kicked a nearby rock out of the way. "Maura doesn't want to date me anymore."

"So?"

"So?" Jane asked. "The girl I've been crushing on and finally got to kiss doesn't want to date me anymore!"

"Did you sleep with her?"

"No."

"Then what's the problem?" Brad asked her. "She didn't sleep with you, so move on to the next girl. Girls like Maura aren't going to sleep with you. They're complicated. If you wanna be with just one girl, even though that's a waste, just date someone easy like Morgan and you're guaranteed to get laid for the next six months and then dump her after graduation."

"Really?" Jane glared at him. "Is that all you think girls are good for?"

"No," he scoffed. "That's all you think they're good for. Stop thinking of yourself as the victim here. You didn't write that on Maura's locker, but that shit was written because of you. You had a girlfriend and you were looking at pictures of Maura in front of her and, when you started hooking up with all these girls after Jess broke up with you, you started pitting them against each other for the privilege of hooking up with you and now you've gotten that chick Maura mixed up in all this when you knew they'd rip her to shreds. You knew it, Jane, but you posted that picture on Instagram to show her off. You could have laid low for awhile, but you didn't because you're a fucking asshole, Jane, and now you don't know how to fix any of this."

"You're right," Jane admitted. "I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to stop those girls from tormenting Maura and I don't know how to apologize to her and I don't know how to make her mine again. Even if I never have sex again, I just want Maura."

"That's going too far," Brad joked. "No sex? Ever again?"

"If I was given the choice between sex and Maura, I'd choose Maura," Jane attempted to smile. "She's different, not different in that bullshit way that people say, 'oh, she's not like most girls,' but different in a way I can't describe. I want to spoil her. I want to bring her flowers and pick her up for school every morning and do stupid things like bake Christmas cookies with her and kiss her under the mistletoe and the more serious things like cheer her up when she's sad and always be there for her. I don't want a girlfriend just to have a girlfriend. I want her to be my girlfriend."

"Jane Rizzoli actually has feelings," Brad said as he put his arm around her. "Who knew?"

"This is weird."

"What's weird?"

"This," Jane said before taking his arm off of her.

"Sorry," Brad said defensively. "I don't know what to do in this situation. This isn't us. We talk about girls, sports, and partying not...feelings. That was my half-assed attempt at comforting you."

"What do we do now?" Jane asked worriedly. "Should we fist bump?"

"Just fist bump and forget my arm was ever around you."

"And forget we talked about feelings."

Brad backed away from Jane so they'd have a comfortable distance between the two of them. "Whenever shit like this happens, I wish we could go back to elementary school."

"Those were the glory days," Jane smiled. "If kids were popular, it was for a different reason like you had a puppy or could skip a bar on the monkey bars. Do you remember Jess and Morgan and Sophie back in elementary school?"

"Sophie always baked cookies for the whole class," Brad reminisced. "If anyone was alone, Jessica would ask them to play with her. She never wanted anyone to feel left out."

"And Morgan wanted to be a doctor so she could save people," Jane added. "Look what happened to them―to all of us."

"It's just high school," Brad shrugged. "Shit changes."

"Yeah," Jane smirked. "You say that because you're a guy. It's different for guys. All guys have to do is be good at football or basketball or drive a cool car and they're popular. For girls, it's not about who you are and what you're good at. You have to torment other girls to get to the top. You have to separate yourself from those who don't stand a chance even if they've been your friends since you were kids. How quickly you gain popularity is based on how much you're willing to step on those who aren't popular. You have to have sex with the right people and wear the right clothes. One slip-up and it's over for you. Did I get popular the same way Jess and the other girls did? That would fucking devastate me to know my status is because I made life hell for girls like Maura."

"You didn't," Brad said in an attempt to comfort her. "You were a freshman and your cousin Josh was a senior and a football player. He wanted you to hang out with him so you kinda just inherited your popularity just like Frankie got in because of you. You're an asshole, but you didn't step on anyone to be popular."

Brad was right, but his words didn't make her feel any better. She hadn't stepped on anyone to become popular, but she knew girls who had and still did despite how popular they already were. She imagined they were the same girls who wrote on Maura's locker and she didn't want to spend another lunch period sitting with them.

Although she wasn't sure if she'd be welcomed, Jane left campus during her lunch period and drove to Maura's house. It was 11:45 and she was unaware of whether or not Maura's parents would be at work or if Maura would even want to see her, but Jane decided to ring the doorbell in hopes that Maura would be there and willing to talk to her.