Maura woke up to see her laptop still turned on and still signed in to Skype just as it had been when she fell asleep during a two-hour conversation with Jane. For two hours, they made small talk about anything they could possibly think of for the sake of getting each other minds off of what was written on Maura's locker.

"You spent the night with me on Skype," Maura said to Jane. Although she was still lying in her bed, Jane was already wide-awake.

"I fell asleep less than five minutes after you did," Jane pointed out. "I wanted to wake you up and tell you to shut your computer off, but I couldn't stop watching you. Is that creepy?"

"A little bit," Maura smiled at her, which made Jane smile in return.

"I like when you're asleep." When she saw Maura's expression change, Jane realized how her statement must have sounded to Maura. "I meant to say you're cute when you're asleep. That wasn't any better, was it?"

"No." Maura shook her head.

"You're just cute all the time," Jane blushed. "You turn me into a complete mess and I never thought that would happen to me. We're not even a couple and I'm like this. It's going to be ten times worse when you're actually my girlfriend."

"You're so sure we're going to be a couple."

"Because we are!" Jane said, excitedly. "It's like I'm some brave knight on some magical quest where I have to slay the evil popular dragon and then I win the hand of the fair maiden Maura of Bostonia."

"My hero," Maura pretended to swoon. "Jane, my knight-in-shining basketball shorts."

"Did you look outside?" Jane asked much to Maura's confusion.

"Why do you want me to look outside? I'm on Skype with you and I can see you're still in your bed, so I know you can't be outside my house." Maura looked at the time on her phone. "I have to start getting ready for school."

"No, you don't," Jane laughed. "That's why I was telling you to look outside. Maura, it's snowing! There's no school today! My brother Frankie heard the announcement a few minutes ago. It's like a Christmas miracle except not on Christmas and not even in December."

The forecast had called for an inch or two of snow and Maura remembered seeing the flurries outside of her window before she went to bed, so she decided to get up and check how much snow had fallen overnight. There were already children having snowball fights and adults attempting to remove the snow that had piled on top of their cars. For once, she was grateful for the unpredictability of Boston weather. I get to avoid school for another day. She knew a snow day wouldn't change anything and she'd face the same people and the same situation when she returned to school the next day, but for at least one more day she'd get to escape their taunting.

Maura wanted to jump up and down on her bed, dance around her room―anything that could possibly convey just how happy she was, but instead she returned to her bed to talk to Jane. "Can you come over?"

"No," Jane said disappointedly. "My parents don't let me drive when it's snowing. They don't think I'm experienced enough, which sucks because how am I going to get experience driving in the snow if I'm not even allowed to drive in the snow? I'll be in the car with them and they still won't let me drive."

"At least you get to drive at all," Maura chimed in. "My parents physically confiscated my license because I took my dad's Escalade without asking."

"That's it?" Jane asked in disbelief. "That punishment seems kinda harsh."

"I took it and drove it to New York with my friends."

"That explains it."

"And I got a parking ticket while I was over there," Maura added.

"You rebel," Jane smiled at her. "Did I ever tell you how cute you look in your pajamas?"

"You've told me ten times since our first date," Maura said matter-of-factly. "Still, I'm not tired of hearing it."

"I wish I could teleport into your bed for um...platonic cuddling."

"Jane Rizzoli," Maura lectured. "You know it wouldn't stay platonic."

"I can behave myself," Jane quipped. "It's you I worry about. I have an idea, though. Stay where you are. Or I guess you can move around your house, but don't change out of your pajamas. I have to go now."

"You can't teleport," Maura reminded her.

"I'll do the next best thing."

After saying good morning to Bass, Maura went downstairs to find her father getting ready to leave for work. She had never tried to avoid him before, but after what happened to her at school she was nervous about him asking questions. "Maura?" he asked before she could sneak back upstairs.

"Yes?"

"Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" she asked suspiciously.

"The incident with Jane," he said as he put his coat on. "Your mom told me what happened. I knew you shouldn't have gone on a date with her."

Maura became timid. "It's not her. I don't know who started that nickname, but it wasn't Jane. Jane thinks it's a few of the girls she was with before."

"A few?" Mr. Isles asked in disbelief. "How many has she been with?"

"Does it matter?" Maura asked, trying to remain calm. "The amount of girls she has been with doesn't determine who she is as a person."

"Is that something your mom told you?"

"I heard that," Mrs. Isles asked as she entered the living room with her coffee in hand. "Maura, do you know why your father doesn't like Jane? It's because thirty years ago, he was exactly like Jane."

"I was," he admitted. "And that's why I worry about Maura dating her. I know what she's capable of."

"Jane and I are no longer dating," Maura brought to his attention. "We still like each other, but I've decided not to officially date her until the rumors have stopped."

Mr. Isles wrapped his arms around Maura. He knew it was in vain, but he wished he could make her problems go away the way he did when she was a child. When she was in preschool, he'd give her a flashlight and tell her the light would zap monsters away if ever she was afraid of the dark. If she scraped her knee, he'd find a way to distract her with a story while he cleaned and bandaged her cut. As Maura grew up, her problems changed and he found himself unable to help her with any problems beyond academia and the occasional time Maura needed him to lift something for her.

Mr. Isles figured only graduation would stop the rumors and she'd get hurt if she kept her hopes up, but instead he gave her a kiss on the top of her head and told her he loved her before leaving for work.

Due to the snow and not wanting to leave her daughter home alone after what she had been through, Mrs. Isles decided to cancel the class she had that day. There'd be no 'girls day in,' no special activities she'd plan in hopes of bonding with her daughter, but she'd be there if Maura needed her and she hoped she did.

They sat on couches on opposite sides of the living room, both waiting for the other to say something―anything, yet they occupied themselves with their phones instead. She scrolled her Twitter feed and nothing seemed out of the ordinary until she came across the hashtag maurathewhorea. There were rumors about what she did to Jane, what Jane did to her, and whether or not she was a virgin, but not a single person had come to her aid. Moments like this make me wish my friends had Twitter. As she continued to scroll through the tag, she noticed a tweet that said, 'Jane hooked up with me last night, #maurathewhorea.' The tweet made Maura laugh uncontrollably for the first time since the incident began.

"I haven't heard that sound in a while," Mrs. Isles said to her daughter.

"I'm reading tweets about me," Maura explained. "A girl named Morgan said Jane hooked up with her last night. Jane was on Skype with me last night. She had the audacity to use the hashtag maurathewhorea."

She knew Morgan was trying to get a rise out of her and much to Maura's dismay, it actually worked. "janerizz97 was on Skype with me last night. #morganlies" she replied. Maura was going to leave it at that until she remembered the picture Jane had sent her last night. It was sent via Snapchat, but she made sure to screenshot it. It was one of the many selfies Jane and Maura had sent each other since they exchanged Snapchat usernames, but the caption "I want More-a" was what compelled Maura to post it. "50shadesofmorgan isn't janerizz97 so cute and so mine? #janedoesntwantyou."

"Maura?" Mrs. Isles asked, but her daughter still wouldn't put down her phone. "Maura?"

"Yes?" Maura asked although her focus remained on Twitter and the reply she had gotten.

"Don't post anything you'll regret," Mrs. Isles warned her. "That's what's so difficult about high school for your generation. When I experienced this, there was no cyber-bullying. The internet didn't even exist. What we said about each other was either said directly to that person or it was overheard, but it stayed at school. What you post online, the entire world can see and there's really no taking it down so be careful, Maura."

Maura set her phone down on the coffee table. "I don't want them to get away with this."

"Then don't let them."

Her mother had experienced the same situation yet every other aspect of their high school lives drastically differed. Constance wasn't popular, but she had a support system in the form of her siblings and a core group of friends. Maura had Allie and Sarah or at least she thought she had them on her side. Since the incident began, she hadn't received a single phone call or text from them other than "Where are you?" during their lunch period to which she simply replied, "Home."

"I've been responding to the tweets about me."

"That's going to make it worse," Mrs. Isles explained. "By responding, you're just feeding their egos and letting them know that they've gotten to you and, I didn't want to be the one to say so, but they have gotten to you. Do you want to date Jane?"

"I do," she admitted. "I want to date her, I want to kiss her. I want to do everything with her. I just can't let that happen until this has been fixed."

"Maura," Mrs. Isles shook her head. "You not going on dates with Jane is what they want and it's not helping you or Jane. I remember the names I was called in high school for dating your dad. They called me a 'slut' as if it was an insult. I knew what they meant by it, but I didn't see it as a negative. What was so negative about it? I was having sex with the most attractive and the most popular guy in school and I was supposed to feel bad about it. I was supposed to hate myself for it, but I didn't. What got them to stop was knowing that I wasn't affected by them. I didn't acknowledge them. While they were writing on my locker and spreading lies about me, I was going on dates with my boyfriend. I was happy and you can be just as happy with Jane. If you like her and she likes you then being happy together is the best way to get back at them. She obviously likes you, Maura."

"She does," Maura blushed. "I realized it when she spent the night with me on Skype to make sure I was okay."

Mrs. Isles looked out the window, trying to get a better glimpse of the person walking up their driveway. "Speaking of Jane…"

"She's here?" Maura asked in disbelief. Before her mother could respond, Maura leapt from the couch and quickly made her way to the front door to let Jane inside. There, in the doorway, was her Jane dressed in a puffy jacket and the same flannel pajamas she was wearing earlier.

"I didn't teleport, but I found a way to get here," Jane said as Maura held onto her.

"Where did you park?" Maura asked. "Did your parents drop you off?"

Jane gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Nope. They didn't want to go out in the snow, so I decided to take a little walk."

"A two-mile walk?"

"A two-mile walk in the snow," Jane added. "But spending time with you is more than worth it."