Okay trying to make the chapters longer so it will take me slightly longer to write them. Will do my best to keep up though. JANE'S VIEW.

I really couldn't focus on my driving. I pulled over. I may like the thrill of danger, but even I know not to drive if you not focused. I spoke to myself out loud in the hopes I might be able to understand everything better.

"What was I thinking? Hug her! I have got to be an idiot."

Of course you're not an idiot.

"Then why did I hug her?"

Because you and I both know there is something to her that you like.

"Am I really having an argument between myself and myself?"

Yes. Now listen, you trust her, and you feel like you could tell her anything.

"Of course. But I felt this way before, and that didn't exactly end well."

Yes, but what was the problem last time?

"Kate got involved."

Right. But this time Kate won't be interested in a teacher's life. So how about this. Next time you and Maura are alone, you tell her what happened between you and Emily.

"Why would I do that?"

Because if she doesn't run away, you know she cares and loves you as much as you love her.

"Firstly, who said anything about love? And secondly, Maura is the first female friend I have had since the Emily thing. Why would I try to push her away?"

This could bring you two closer together for all you know.

"Okay, that's it. I'm not having this ridiculous conversation with myself."

I turned the car back on and drove off. I passed Korsak. Rolled down the window to offer a lift the rest of the way, but he said no thanks. So I drove off back to the hell whole, I call home.

"Ma. I'm home." I screamed as soon as I walked through the door. Ma came storming down the stairs.

"Where have you been? You were meant to be home an hour ago."

"I stayed late at school ma. I was catching up on some school work. Studying with a friend." My mind was too distracted to come up with a good enough excuse for why I was late.

"Were you studying with anyone in particular?" She raised an eyebrow at me, and I got the hint.

"God ma, no. I wish you would stop jumping to these stupid conclusions."

"Well what am I supposed to do? You won't talk to me, so I have to make my own assumptions."

I walked straight past ma and up the stairs. Dumping my bag on the floor and collapsing on the bed. I started to think about Maura again. Her auburn-blonde hair that curled around her face to emphasis every square inch of her gorgeous face. And her eyes. Her soft and kind hazel coloured orbs, looking at me. I feel so vulnerable when she looks at me, like I can't move. But her hands are so comforting. Just putting her hands on my shoulder, I feel so much safer. My day dream was cut short when my little brother Tommy walked into my room.

"Hey Janie."

"Don't call me that. How many times I gotta tell you that?"

"Alright sorry. I just came up to tell you ma's putting dinner on the table."

I looked over at the clock and saw it was 6:30. I was sleeping for 2 and ½ hours and didn't even notice falling asleep.

"Okay, tell ma I'll be down in a minute. I just gotta change."

"Alright."

He closed the door behind him. As miss-guided as he may be, he's got manners and knows what to do when to do it sometimes. So I rolled out of bed and got some baggy comfy clothes and threw them on. I slumped down the stairs and took my seat at the table and by the look ma gave me, I could tell I was in for a speech.

"So how was your day Jane?"

"Fine." I never like talking whilst eating.

"I was speaking with your cousin today. She's getting married next month."

"Yes ma. I remember. She asked me to one of her brides maids."

"Well she was talking to me about the bride's maid's dresses actually.

Not even three mouths full into my dinner, and already she is talking about dresses. I dropped my fork onto my plate and leaned back into my chair.

"She sent me a picture and it looks really nice. It's a lovely knee length dress, so you can show off those good legs you keep hidden all day. And it has the most beautiful lower pattern on the lower half of the dress."

"Ma, how many times do we gotta go through this? I am happy she is getting married, and I love the fact that she asked me to be a brides maid, but I am not going to wear a dress. They just aren't me, and I wouldn't look comfortable standing at the front with her."

"Why won't you wear the dress for one day? I haven't seen you in a dress or even a skirt in year. What harm would it do you to wear a dress this one time?"

"It wouldn't do any harm ma; I just don't like wearing dresses. They are demeaning to women because they make their boobs and butt look bigger."

"Well you gotta show off what you got while you can. What's wrong with that?"

My dad answered for me here. "I don't want my little girl going round showing off everything she's got."

"She would only be around family. She would look nice."

"Fine. But I don't want her in anything flashy."

Pa said his final word on the subject. Bug help he was, he ended up agreeing with ma. He went back to his dinner as if he just defended my honour.

"You're wearing a dress."

"God ma you're talking to me like I'm five."

"Well if you're going to act like well, I will treat you like one."

I got up from the table, grabbed my coat and keys and left the house without saying another word.