To the guest who was asking about a similar story I believe you are looking for 'promise me'. Good story, I would recommend it to all my readers and followers. Sorry I haven't posted for a while, recently damaged my fingers so I am struggling to type. Either way hope people are enjoying the story. Warning, there are going to be parts in the story that are not true, just thought it worked with the story line. Hope it gets a good response. MAURA'S VIEW.

I didn't sleep very well last night. I kept thinking about Jane. She was in every thought, every dream, and every moment of time in my mind. So I gave up on sleeping about 5:30. Then as I was gathering all my school books and equipment I paused. Don't know why. Something in my mind made me freeze and I couldn't move. My mind was blank, but something definitely made me stop. But I shrugged of the moment as a lapse in my primary motor cortex. I made my way to my car and drove off for the school. As I pulled in I saw Jane's car parked at the front of the school.

"What could Jane be doing here so early?"

As I got out of my car and gathered my books, I saw Jane running in the front gates. It was 6:45, what was she doing here? I gave her a gesture to come to me.

"Jane what on earth are you doing here so early? Don't students normally want to spend as little time as possible at school? You can't seem to leave."

"I just had to get out the house today. I have…cousins round at the moment and it is very cramped, so I wanted to get out and run. I figured I would come here because I have to come here at some point today."

I knew he was lying to me. One her left eyebrow was raised for the entire sentence, and she paused at the start trying to think of something. But she didn't look happy so I knew this wasn't the time to press her for more answers.

"Get yourself sorted and come to my class when you're ready."

"Why?"

"Don't question your teacher." I said in a joking tone. She raised her hands as an apology. I gave her a nod and headed for my room. Jane came and joined me at about 5 past 7.

"Jane, are you okay?"

"Wow, you really do go straight to the point."

"Yes and you are every good at dodging the question."

"Yeah, I know. But everything's fine."

"You lied. Your raised your left eyebrow." I gestured to her and she lifted her hand to her forehead. To hide her eyebrow I would assume.

"How do you do that?"

"Basic body language. Everyone has a tell."

"Oh yeah then what's yours?"

"I break out in hives when I lie. And you have still yet to answer y question truthfully." Jane sat back in her chair and brushed her hair out her face. Her hair. Those long, dark, un-tameable curls, that dropped round her face so perfectly every time. What am I saying? Snap out of it Maura, and focus on the problem.

"I slept on Frost's couch last night. I got into an argument with my ma and I walked out. I got up early this morning because I couldn't sleep. Frost's couch isn't exactly the most comfortable thing in the world, but it works for when I need a place to crash."

I laid my hand on Jane's leg, in the hopes of comforting her. As soon as my hand touched her, I felt her heart rate increase, or what that my heart rate. I couldn't tell anymore, I just didn't want to let her go. She continued with her story, my hand never moving.

"My ma wants me to wear this dress for my cousins wedding. I'm meant to be a bride's maid. I love my cousin of course, and the fact that she wants me to be a bride's maid, but I can't wear a dress."

"Why not? Dresses are lovely and they would suit you so well."

"Yes but they show off my legs."

"Do you not like your legs for some reason?"

"It's not that it's just…"

She was struggling to find her words, which I knew was hard for her. Normally I couldn't get her to shut up. "When I was younger, my pa, he used to get drunk some nights. He wasn't an alcoholic, he just enjoyed the occasional evening out with the boys. But some nights when he came home drunk…"

She took a breath as a tear began to roll down her eye. I reached out with my free hand and washed her tear away. She took my hand with hers and put it on her lap. "He would come home and he would take some of his tools, because he is a plumber he had tools around the house, and he would cut my legs. I never knew why. I was too young to ever ask questions. But I would sit on the sofa and he would just punch and cut my legs. They've been scared ever since. I never told my ma because she would just worry and leave pa."

Tears were streaming down her face now. There was nothing I could do. I started this, so I had to see it through to the end with her. "My pa wasn't a bad guy; he just became violent when he got drunk. But he got better. When I was about 11, he came home and I fought back. Ma was out with my little brothers so she never knew. But I fought back, and when he woke up the next morning he remembered and he never did it again."

I took my hands from her and hugged her. She needed to be comforted, and this was the only thing I could do that I thought would work. I was obviously wrong. "What are you doing? Get off me."

Jane shoved me off her got up from her chair and started to walk out the room. I got up, grabbed her wrist and spun her so she turned to me. And as she turned I moved closer. I didn't know what I was doing. I was moving on impulse. I pulled her in close to me. We stood for a moment face to face. I could feel her warm breath fall down my chest. I slowly moved my hand wound the side of her neck, grabbing a lock of her hair. I moved in and as her loft, luscious lip touched my I knew what I was doing. We kissed and it was as if the world around us stopped. There was nothing else. Just this singe moment. Jane let out a sigh of relief which for me was a sigh of reassurance. She lied this as much as I did. He hands made their way up my sides, around my back. Her touch was so soft and calming, I never wanted her to let go. But we must have been moving without realising it because a book fell to the ground and made a loud bang. We jumped apart. Both of us speechless. Jane's dark brown eyes staring into mine. I lost all sense of time and feeling. But then as Jane pulled away I came back to reality.

"Jane…"

It was too late she had already picked up her bag and was out the door. I followed her to the door and screamed for her.

"Jane!"

Nothing worked. She didn't come back.

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Jane wasn't in my class today. Was she avoiding me? I feel sick now. What if this ruins our friendship? I haven't had a friend of any age in a long time. I didn't want to, no Jane, I couldn't lose. I asked Korsak if he might know where I could find Jane.

"The only place I know Jane might go is the old oak tree at the bottom of the field. She climbs to the centre of the tree because no one can see her there."

"Thanks Korsak."

I had a free period which meant I could go and see if she was in the tree. So I changed my heel for trainers and went off.