Sorry the last chapter took so long to be posted. I was having a mental block, then got inspiration and couldn't stop writing. There probably will be more blank periods because I have exams coming up soon so I may be slightly side tracked, but I will do my best and thank you for all the reviews and comments. Please keep leaving them and I will keep posting. JANE'S VIEW.

What just happened? What was I thinking? She kissed me. She kissed me. I kissed her back. I told her about my pa. What the fuck was I thinking? I can't get close to her. She would just leave me like everyone else has.

"Jane?"

Are you kidding me? I'm not going to say anything. If she doesn't know I'm up here she might go away.

"Jane I know you're up there. Korsak told me where to find you."

Korsak. The bastard. This must be payback for not driving him home the other night.

"Jane if you don't say anything, I'm gonna come up and talk to you face to face."

She couldn't get up here if she tried. And yet she still tries. And somehow she actually makes it up. HOW? Either way. I don't look at her. If I do I will start to talk.

"Jane, you made me climb all the way up here, the least you can do is face me."

The least I can do is not kick you out this tree. She moved her hand towards my arm.

"Don't touch me." I screamed. Damn it. The smile on her face made me think that was what she wanted to get me to do. Her smile. So kind. Happy. It makes me happier just looking at it. What? NO! "What do you want?"

"To talk to you. You ran off so fast you didn't give me chance to explain."

"Explain what. You kissed me, I kissed you. End of story, it never happens again." Oh, my fucking god. Did I really just say that? I wanted it to happen again. Why would I say such a stupid thing? And I felt even worse when I saw Maura's face. So sad and lonely.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It's just…" I paused for a moment. I was speechless. I really could not think of what to say. "You know, very few people can cause me to be speechless."

"It is usually caused by the brain being amazed. It can't focus on the topic in front of them because they are so shocked, so the function to talk is restricted."

"Do you even realise when you do that?"

"Do what?"

"That. The google mouth crap."

"No. I just state the facts. And 77% of the time the first search google gives you is Wikipedia and it is…" I cut her off because she was making me be side tracked.

"You're doing it again."

"Sorry." We both just sat there in a moment of awkward silence.

"Why did you kiss me?" Maura sat there for a minute fidgeting. She never fidgets. I clearly have an effect on her.

"I have had this feeling… in my heart since the first day we met each other. At first I thought it was the early stages of a catastrophic catecholamine-induced arrhythmia."

"English?"

"Heart attack." I nodded and thought why couldn't she just say that in the first place? "But then when the feeling didn't go away I didn't know what to think, until I couldn't stop thinking about you."

I knew I felt the same way about her as she did about me after she said all this, but I just couldn't register it. I didn't want to. I had been labelled as Lezzoli for a while, and I knew it was true. But I just wasn't ready to face it.

"Maura, this just can't happen. I'm a student and you're a teacher. You could lose your job, and I could be expelled."

"I don't care."

"Well I do." I jumped down from the tree and walked away. I didn't look back up at Maura. I knew if I did I would start crying.

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The worst lesson of the day. As if this day wasn't bad enough. First Maura kisses me, and now I gotta spend an hour in a class with Mr Hoyt, starring down at e from his desk. He did his usual trick of getting up from his chair and bypassing all the other students and ended up standing behind me. His damn hand. Every time. He put his wrinkled old hand on my shoulder and I couldn't help but shudder. Frost, who was sitting next to me, looked over and said "Jane?" I just shook my head. If anyone was going to do anything today it would be me. Hoyt bent over my shoulder and whispered into my ear.

"I love your delicate hand writing Janie."

I had had just about enough crap for one day. I got up from my chair and turned to face Hoyt.

"Okay that is enough. You do this every time you see me. I cringe every single time your bony old hand touches me, which by the way you're not allowed to do."

"Janie." He moved his hands towards my arms. And when he said 'Janie' again it was the final straw.

"Don't you dare touch me!? And don't ever call me Janie. You are a sick twisted bastard that seems to get you kicks from making me feel sick to my stomach. Everyone sits here every day and they all know what you're doing and no one ever says anything because you creep, the hell out of them."

"Well they all at least have more sense than you do right now." His voice was so calm and collected. It just made me hate him even more.

"Yeah well guess what? I'm not like them. You know, there is only so much shit a person..." He screamed at me before I could finish.

"Jane Rizzoli, I want you out of my class right this instant." I obviously struck a nerve somewhere. Just wish I knew where before I left.

"Gladly. I hope to never come back." I picked up my bag and books and walked out. As I turned out of the classroom, I bumped into the other person on this planet that I didn't want to see. Maura.

"Jane, are you alright? I heard you yelling and thought…"

"And you thought that I needed you to come and save me. I am not completely incapable of looking after myself. I have had to handle myself since I was in the 8th grade. Not much is going to change in one day." I pushed straight past her without giving her any time to respond.

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I wasn't going home because I knew ma would try and talk to me about the damn dresses again. I wasn't going to sleep in my car that would kill me. So I caught Korsak after school and asked him if I could crash at his place for the night. He gave me the all clear so I drove him back to his place and spent the night on his couch, thinking of what horrors tomorrow might choose to bring me.