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"Hearts beat fast, colors and promises..." The slow and beautiful song cascaded through the club, Jane's eyes perked up and to her surprise, so did Ms. Isles's.

"Alriigggght, everyone out there, we're going to slow it down with a new track from Christina Perri." The DJ said with an invitingly smooth tone.

Jane immediately recognized the song. It was so emotionally overwhelming for her to be listening to this song while sitting only a foot away from Ms. Isles. Jane had always imagined her when she was listening to the song in study hall.

"I really like this song…" Jane whispered as she looked down at Ms. Isles's hands still cupped over hers. Ms. Isles's skin was tanned, but not as tanned as Jane's.

"I do too." Ms. Isles replied, sounding distracted.

Jane's eyes rose to meet Ms. Isles's. A strange electricity was shared between them for just a second until Ms. Isles abruptly looked away and pulled her hands back to her side of the table, Jane swore she could see a crimson hue appearing on her cheeks.

"Uh," It was the first time Jane ever heard Ms. Isles stutter. "I'm- I'm going to go call a taxi and then we'll figure out the rest when it gets here…" She said as she slid out of the booth. Her voice trailed off a little towards the end of the sentence. "Stay here." She managed to say with sternness.

Jane watched her leave to find a quieter place to use her phone.

"I have died every day, waiting for you. Darling don't be afraid. I have loved you…" The tune continued. Jane ran a hand through her hair, inner conflict swirling within her.

I have died every day, waiting for her. Am I willing to wait forever? Jane bit her bottom lip. After taking a huge inhale she slid out of the booth. Just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Jane pulled it out and read the text message from Matilda. "Where'd you go? Do you wanna meet back at the bar?"

"I actually met an old friend. Would you mind if I just left with them?" Jane didn't want Matilda to think she was being ditched but she couldn't pass up this chance to spend time with .

"Sure. So you're okay if we leave then? Brit's not feeling good."

"Yea that's fine. Tell her I said to feel better. Bye :)"

She couldn't rationalize why she had just done that, at least not in her logical mind. She was just doing what she was doing. Her legs carried her, not her mind.

Jane eventually followed to the hallway that was lined with payphones. Upon hearing Jane behind her, Ms. Isles turned around. She already had her cell phone to her ear. Jane was suddenly unbelievably intimidated, especially because they were the only ones in the hallway.

"Time stands still. Beauty I know she is. I will be brave. I will not let anything take away what's standing in front of me." The song swept through the room almost like a ghost.

Ms. Isles and Jane shared a comfortable silence between them as their eyes watched each other.

"Yes," Ms. Isles chirped, snapping out of her thoughts. "I need a taxi at The Marble on the corner...Wait, what?" She appeared a little worried as the conversation went on. "No, no it's not an emergency… 2 am? But, can't you just… Oh, alright. Ok. Thanks anyway," She touched the 'end' icon on the touch screen of her phone.

"What happened?" Jane asked.

"They said that they're short on taxis and unless it's an emergency, they can't have anyone here until 2." She rubbed her hand over her face.

"That's not so bad." Jane replied.

Ms. Isles glanced at her. "But what are we going to do now?"

"How did you get here?"

"I walked." Ms. Isles replied. Oh yea, Jane thought. She lives near here.

"Oh, well then maybe we can just go to your place and wait for the taxi company." Jane proposed hopefully. Ms. Isles's seemed to weigh the option then shook her head.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea." Ms. Isles said, putting her hands on her hips.

"It would only be for a few hours." Jane tried really hard not to sound like she was begging.

Ms. Isles was biting on her lower lip. It wasn't that she didn't want to be around Jane. It was that she was afraid of getting closer to her.

"It's okay,"Jane gave up. "I'll just stay here till two." She started to walk away, defeated when she felt a gentle tug of her arm. She looked down at Ms. Isles to see a compassionate look in her eyes.

"Time has brought your heart to me. I have loved you for a thousand years…." The song was coming to an end and Jane was holding on to every note.

"No, come on," caved with a calm smile. "Let's go."

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The slight breeze in the night was a refreshing as the two stepped into the street.

"How far?" Jane asked as she put on the coat she had checked at the door at the beginning of the night.

"About a mile." said as she zipped her own up.

"A mile?" Jane said, pulling her coat closer to her narrow frame. "Well at least I know how you stay in such amazing shape." Jane sucked in air after she said it, hoping that somehow it would suck the words back in as well.

Ms. Isles opened her mouth to say something but then closed it soon after. She finally chuckled after a few moments of awkward silence.

Their heels made a clicking sound against the sidewalk as they weaved through the late nighters on the streets.

"So," Jane said after a few minutes. glanced at her. "You never told me why you were at the club…"

Ms. Isles faced forward, trying to come up with a good response. Well, I can't quite tell her that I was there hoping to take someone home. Ms. Isles thought. I managed to get a girl to come home with me. Not exactly what I was going for, though. "Just to dance." She finally came up with.

"In that dress," Jane insisted, pushing the envelope. "You were hoping to get some."

"Jane!" Ms. Isles exclaimed.

"Sorry…" Jane mumbled. I'll just crawl into a hole now. She thought to herself as she pulled her coat tighter.

"It's…. fine." Ms. Isles tried to reply nicely. "We're taking a right here."

They turned down 's street. Her big house hugged the corner of the block.

"This is me," Ms. Isles stopped in front of a brown wooden door witch had a golden plate on it that read "3451 Beacon Hill"

Jane was impressed once again by Ms. Isles's lifestyle. The nice car, the nice house. It was all too perfect.

Ms. Isles dug through her purse to find her keys. When she found it, she opened the door.

Jane's breath caught in her throat. The opening of the house, was big, well looked after. And the lights brightened the place and decorations through out the downstairs of the house.

Jane followed Ms. Isles to the Kitchen. Jane was taken back by how amazing Ms. Isles's home was set out, she couldn't believe she was actually in her teachers house.

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