Okay, folks! This is Mayra. I don;t know how to add a new chapter, but I extended this chapter. Scroll down and you'll find a line that crosses between the updated one and the new one. Enjoy the story and I don;t own anything! Although I do wish I own Booth (yummy).

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Temperance Brennan looked around her as she got out of her foster mom's car. She had just pulled at the Jeffersonian High School's parking lot on that Saturday morning. She was new to the school and she had already gotten Saturday school for doing something she didn't do. She sighed as her foster mom drove away and entered the school just when another car pulled up.

Closing the door of his dad's car, Seeley Booth sighed and listed number of reasons why he shouldn't have done what he did to get Saturday School. 'I shouldn't even be here!' He thought to himself as he stepped foot in Jeffersonian High School.

'Crap. Oh well. I have a feeling this is going to be interesting.' Angela Montenegro thought when she spotted her school, Jeffersonian High. 'I shouldn't have photocopied my butt!'

Zach Addy saw Angela Montenegro enter the school as he stepped on gum. He sighed and thought, 'First I get Saturday School and now I get gum stuck in my shoe. I think sarcasm can cover what I am thinking right now.'

Rich boy, Jack Hodgins, kicked a rock when stepping on the familiar school grounds. He spotted Zach open the doors and inside stood the lovely, yet crazy, Angela Montenegro, and smiled. 'Well, at least I can smile and say I got Saturday school.'

The five sat in different seats when they got to the detention lounge. Camille Saroyan, the vice principal, came out of her office door to greet the new detention kids.

"Alright. This is detention and I'm here to make sure you people don't do anything that's dishonest. I am not your friend. I am not your babysitter. I am your vice principal. All you have to do is sit down, shut up, and write down what you've learned from your experience as a trouble maker because I will let you know that the next time you do something, you are held accountable and dealing with your principal, Goodman. Any questions?" Cam stated as soon as everybody got her attention.

"Yeah." Hodgins began. "How are you sure that we aren't going to do anything here, but sit, shut up, and write?"

"Don't get smart with me, bug boy." Cam stormed out with a glare.

Hodgins smirked as Angela stiffled a giggle. Zach sat awkwardly in the corner and played with his pen. Brennan stared at the clock and Booth popped his gum. Suddenly, Cam's voice boomed from her office.

"Seeley Booth! Throw that gum in the trash!"

Booth's eyes got big as every eye stared at him in amasement. "How did she know?" He whispered to Brennan and all she did was shrug. Angela stood up and peeked in Cam's office.

"Damn. She's still there!"

"Why wouldn't she be?" Brennan asked.

"Oh. So you do talk." Booth looked at Brennan.

"Who said I didn't?" She shot back.

"All I'm saying is that you don't talk much, that's all." He said while putting up his hands in surrender.

Angela smiled and shook her head. "Do you two always argue like that?"

"No!" Booth and Brennan said in unison.

"Too bad. It's kinda hot." Angela giggled.

Booth's and Brennan's mouth kept their mouths shut afterwards. Zach observed his pen and randomly said, "This pen's ink can last a vast amount of time. I wonder if I can make my robot can run on ink and last twice as long as this pen can write."

Everybody stared at him. "You have a robot?" Booth asked. Hodgins snorted. "He's practically a robot." Zach glared at him and then went back to observing his pen.

Booth muttered, "What a nerd."

"I don't think so. Are you jealous because he can accomplish in making robots and you can't?" Brennan looked at Booth for an answer.

"I am not jealous. It's just that--How can someone stand him talking all weird?"

"I call him a genius. I find intelligence soothing."

"You mean you can listen to a squint all day?"

"Squint? You mean people with very high IQ's and reasoning skills?"

"Yeah...that."

"Just because you can't do what he can, that doesn't give you permission to judge him so quickly."

"Ugh. You know what? Never mind! It's hard to argue with someone who is twice as stubborn as I am."

"I am not stubborn."

"Yes you are."

"You don't even know my name!"

"Fine then. What's your name?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Because I want to know it."

"No."

"Why not?!"

"Because it's highly unreasonable for me to give you my name and cause you to win this arguement."

When Booth opened his mouth, Cam came in with an dark cloud over her head.

Hodgins's eyes got big, "Uh-oh."

"Shut it! Whoever is fighting, stop it! I will not tolerate that in my school!"

"Actually," Angela started, "this school doesn't belong to you."

Cam glared at her. "Miss Montenegro, do you want another Saturday school?"

Angela shook her head and Hodgins felt anger bubbling under his skin. 'Why is she threatening her when she simply corrected her?!' He thought.

Cam left and before she went out, she looked around the room. "I'll be watching you."

A half an hour passed and Cam got out of her office to use the ladies' room. Hodgins got out of his seat and stood right next to Cam's abandoned office door.

"You're going to get in trouble, Hodgins! We're not supposed to get out of our seats!" Zach hissed.

"Dude, Cam's got nothin' on me!" Hodgins smiled evilly and closed the door after locking it from the inside.

"I agree with..." Brennan stopped herself when she realized that she didn't know Zach's name.

"Zachary, but everybody calls me Zach."

"Right."

"Screw Cam. She always thinks she owns everything." Angela stood up and sided with Hodgins, who smiled happily.

Now it was up to Booth to side with someone.

"What do you think?" Hodgins asked.

"Uhh..."

Booth looked around. He saw Angela and Hodgins standing by the door and then Brennan and Zach. He thought about how care-free Angela was and how Hodgins has always had a problem with authority. Then he thought about how weird Zach was and how stubborn Brennan was. 'What's her name? Why should I even side with her if she doesn't even tell me who she is?! Ugh! She's so frustrating! Then why haven't I decided yet?'

Hodgins shrugged and said, "Screw this." He took out the piece of wood that stopped the door from closing and locked the door.

Cam banged her door and then opened it after Hodgins and Angela took a seat and acted innocent.

Cam angrily yelled, "Who locked this door?!"

Nobody answered.

"Who locked it?!"

"It just closed by itself." Zach lied as he surprised the rest.

"Yeah. I think you left the lock on when it closed." Angela suggested.

"I did not--" Cam started.

"Scientifically, the door could have been locked before it closed." Brennan interrupted.

"Hmm..." Cam thought about it. She knew that Brennan was a very smart girl.

"Okay. I'll let this one slide."

She turned to leave when Hodgins stopped her.

"We're hungry. May we eat?"

"Is anybody else hungry?" Cam asked and everybody nodded.

"Fine then. I hope you brought your lunches."

"Wait! Ms. Saroyan, may we go to the caffeteria and get milk?" Angela sweetly asked.

Cam waited before replying. "Fine. You and you. Go to the kitchen and get milk." She pointed at Booth then at Brennan.

Walking throught the halls, Booth spoke up.

"So. What are you in for?"

"In for what?"

"You know. What did you do to get here?"

"Nothing."

"You had to do something to get here!"

"I didn't do anything. What did you do?"

"Uh...I asked you first!"

"I just answered."

"Oh, you're a real smartass."

"I am well aware that I am smart, but I don't know what that has to do with my ass."

Booth stopped and stared at Brennan.

"You're unbeleiveable. You're worst than Point Dexter."

"I don't know what that means."

"Ha! So, there is something you don't know!"

Brennan started walking toward the kitchen, leaving Booth behind.

"Hey!"

"What do you want, Seeley?"

"Well, that's not fair."

"What?"

"How do you know my name and I don't know who you are?"
"Everybody knows you. You're the football player and everybody loves you, but I'll give you news, I don't."

"Ouch. That hurt, squint."

"My name is not--"

"Then what is it?"

Brennan sighed and knew that this arguement was never going to end. "It doesn't matter." She kept on walking.

"What do mean, 'It doesn't matter'?"

"I mean, that you wouldn't care for my name and you're just asking for it because you are used to things being handed to you."

"No I'm not! I work for my stuff! Why do you think everybody knows my name?"

Brennan snorted, "Yeah. Right. My name doesn't because I seem not to."

"What makes you think that?" Booth's eyes softened.

"Why else would I be a foster child?"

Booth stood quiet. 'Oh man.'

"If you didn't matter, then why would I be asking for your name?"

Brennan stared into his dark chocolate eyes. He gave her his famous "charm" smile that made a tiny smile appear on her face.

"Temperance Brennan."

"Hello, Temperance." He smiled

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Cam was locked inside her office while Booth and Brennan passed out milk and juices. Zach sat in his corner and ate his mac n' cheese. Hodgins brought in different types of pop-tarts, Booth ate cherry pie, and Brennan ate a salad. Angela brought a sandwitch. Booth giggled as he ate his pie and the rest of the group stared at him like he went nuts.

"Dude, I think you're enjoying your pie a little too much." Hodgins laughed as he popped a piece of pop-tart in his mouth.

"First of all," Booth objected, "don't call me 'dude'. And secondly, this pie is delicious! Anybody want some?"

He offered some to Hodgins, Angela, and Zach, who refuse, then offered some to Brennan.

"You want?" Booth asked.

"Pie?" Brennan glanced at the piece of pie that dared to fall off of the fork and back onto the plate.

"Yeah." He moved the fork toward her where her mouth was.

"Uh. Okay." She slowly accepted as Booth fed her the piece of pie. She moaned gently which made him get goosebumps.

"Wow! This is really good pie!" Brennan smiled. Booth stared at her ocean blue eyes, still holding onto her little moan.

They finally realized that everybody was looking at them. Angela ate her sandwitch like they were watching a chick flick and whispered to Hodgins, "Do you think they're gonna kiss?!"

Hodgins gently patted her hand and took a bite of his food, "Shh. Shh. All in good time, Ange."

Being a socially handicapped person, Zach joined their whispering. "I don't think that they're going to do anything and it's rude to stare." Disappointed, Angela and Hodgins turned to Zach and harshly shushed him. "You are really good on busting other people's bubbles, you know that?" Hodgins added.

Booth flinched as Brennan turned away and instead of letting him look at her eyes, all he saw was her brown hair.

Hodgins stood up and checked in on Cam's window. She went to Mr. Goodman's office to check on some files. What they didn't know was that she got caught acting like the principal by the janitor and they stayed in the office snooping. Cam sat on Mr. Goodman's chair and put on a fake, deep, African American voice and said stuuf like, "Hello. I am Mr. Goodman. I am an archaeologist." The janitor, who found it quite amusing, made her promise to try to convince Mr. Goodman to give him a raise.

Hodgins wickedly smiled and turned to the others.

"I was hoping this would happen. I even came prepared!" he exclaimed. Then, he grabbed his bagpack and took out a jar of mosquitos.

"Jack," Angela stared, "what are you doing with a jar of mosquitos?"

"Oh, these aren't just mosquitos, baby! These are crane flies from the Tipulidae family of insects. Wanna pull a prank on Cam dearest?" he said as he held onto the jar like a precious jewel.

Booth looked around. "We're gonna get caught."

"That's the fun of it!" Hodgins smiled.

Angela made a disgusted face as Zach wiped cold sweat from his forehead. A wide smile spread across Booth's face. "Let's do this."

Minutes later, Angela and Brennan kept a look out while the guys planned the whole thing out.

"Alright, Booth, you come in with me and help spread these pretties around and Zach, you make sure thatas soon as we get out, close the door as fast as we can. And when Cam comes and opens her door, she'll scream and that's when we get out of here."

Everything was going according to plan except that Zach didn't close the door as fast as the swarms of mosquitos could get out. "Everybody out!" Booth yelled. Brennan and Angela saw the men running towards them and the mosquitos chasing after them. They started running for cover, but the mosquitos kept coming until they got to an open classroom.

"Great! Just great, Zach! All you had to do was close the door!" Hodgins yelled at Zach.

"I'm sorry, but if you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly the type to close a door especially when it's very heavy." Zach apologized.

"Enough. We don't have time for this. When Cam finds out about this, she'll skin us alive." Angela argued.

Brennan sat on the floor. Booth glanced at her.

"What are you doin' down there?" He asked.

"Sitting. We're going to be staying here for a awhile because of the mosquitos outside. I suggest you guys do the same." Brennan folded her hands on her knees.

Zach panicked a bit and looked out the window.

"What about my homework? I left my chemistry book there!" He paced around. "How will we pass the time?!"

"Simmer down, squint!" Booth managed to make him shake a bit and sit down.

Everybody decided to sit down and get to know eachother.

"So," Booth began, "how'd you guys get here?"

Angela snorted, "I photocopied my butt and Mr. Goodman found the papers. Don't ask."

"I talked out of hand in science class." Hodgins rolled his eyes. "It's funny how one can get in trouble when you're correcting a teacher because they don;t know the difference between 'dirt' and the types of elements it might conatin."

"I beat up on a kid." Booth looked down. Everybody stared at him. "What?! I was being pressured!" He defended himself.

"I didn't do anything to deserve this." Brennan spoke up.

"You must've done something, sweetie." Angela protested.

"Some athlete tried to copy my homework and so, I felt that it was apporpriate to give him a kick or two--"

"That was you?! Ho, man!" Booth interupted Brennan and started to laugh. "You're the one that Chris said that some maniac chick just gave him a few licks!"

"And he deserved it." Brennan crossed her arms.

Hodgins looked over at Zach. "Come on, Zach. Out with it. What did you do?"

"I was trying to get my pen back from a girl in chemistry class and she misunderstood and thought that I was sexually harrassing her." Zach looked down sheepishly.

Booth looked over at Brennan and smiled his charm smile.

"What?" She whispered while Angela, Hodgins, and Zach talked.

"Oh, nothing."

"Tell me." She poked at him.

"It's--nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Seeley." Her voice was threatening.

"Temperance." He teased.

"What is it?" She stared at him.

"It's just that, you got really nice colored-eyes."

Brennan blushed a bit and tried hard not to show it. 'Is he flirting with me? I can't doubt that he's really handsome, but I bearly know him!'

Booth sighed loudly which caught the other's attention.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing. Just that when someone sighs, it usually means that they're tired or they have a problem or they want to catch someone's attention." Zach briefly said. Booth stared at him with dangerous chocolate eyes. Zach spoke with a tiny voice, "I mean, I read it somewhere..." 'He is very intimidating. Note to self: Do not anger a football player--especially Booth.' He thought to himself.

"Well, now that you mentioned it, I do have something to say." Booth looked around. "Give me your honest opinion. As soon as this is over, how do you think we're going to treat eachother on Monday?"

"What do you mean?" Brennan asked.

"He means, are we going to be friends after this." Angela rephrased Booth question.

"Honestly, I sure as hell know that you're not going to say, 'Hi', to us when your buddies are around." Hodgins pointed at Booth. Booth glared at him.

"How the hell do you know that?!"

"You are a football player, Booth. It's most likely that your reputation will get ruined if you hang out with a paranoid bug-and-slime guy, a nerd, the new kid, and me, the wild chick." Angela pointed out.

"Oh yeah? Then how about you, princess? How would you react if you're around your pageant friends and Zach suddenly comes and asks you if you want to hang out with him?" Booth countered.

Angela thought about it. Then she looked at Zach and sighed. "Sorry, Zach, but I have to say that I would most likely act like I didn't know you."

"Everybody has reputation to ruin. I don't." Brennan said out of the blue. "I'm new here. What do I have to lose?"

Hodgins looked at Angela with sad eyes. 'You're not good for her Jack, my man. She's a pageant beauty and you're just a paranoid bug-and-slime guy to her.'

Angela thought silently, 'Why is this so hard? What's the whole point? I mean, if you really like someone, why not get with them? But then I'll be a disgrace to the pageantry. They'll think I'm nuts when they find out that I've fallen head over heels over a guy who facinates over bugs! But he's just so sweet and cute. Not to mention great body!'

Booth stared at the clock. Then he glanced at Brennan at his side. 'I hope I get to see her more. I don't want to forget her. No. I won't. I'll remember her even if I try hard not to just to get even with my buddies.'

'I wonder if they do end up remembering me. Will Booth remember me? I hope he does. I know that I won;t ever forget him. There's just something about him...it's not that I like him. I just...Do I like him?' Brennan pondered while fiddling with her fingernails.

Zach had nothing to say. He knew that anybody would reject him. He was used to it. Although, he wasn't sure about Brennan. She was as smart as her was, but he knew that Booth would definitely give him the death glare if he got in the way of him and his football friends. Hodgins would probably too busy examining bugs and "dirt" and would most likely be teasing him about how anti-social he is.

Cam's screams in the hall way broke the silence.

"Ahhhh!!!!!! Get them off!!" Cam screamed and swapped at the mosquitos outside of the classroom. Suddenly, the janitor came in with an axe and chopped the classroom door.

"Get out of here!" He yelled as Hodgins, Angela, Booth, Brennan, and Zach got out of the door one by one.

Cam called the fire department as soon as everybody was outside, away from the mosquitos. Her eyes were red from fury.

"Who's idea was this?!" She hollered.

"I think the mosquito jar broke in the lab room." Hodgins suggested.

Cam scratched her arm and then her leg and then her head. "Ugh! I don't have time for this!" She walked away, still scratching.

Angela called her back, "Ms. Saroyan! Does this mean that we're dismissed?!"

Cam waved as she walked, "Go home!"

Hodgins smiled and playfully hit Zach on the arm. "See? My plan worked."

"So," Angela started, "are we going to remember eachother?"

"I guess we have to wait and see on Monday," Booth shrugged. He started to walk and Zach noticed that his dad came by in his car.

"I'll see you all on Monday," he said and left.

Brennan, Hodgins, and Angela stared at eachother. Angela gave Brennan a hug. "I hope I get to see you next week, sweetie."

"Me, too, Ange." Brennan started to walk away.

Hodgins looked at Angela and smiled. "Well, Ange, I guess I'm off."

"Yeah." She said and then leaned over and kissed him lighlty on the cheek. Hodgins looked surprised when Angela's lips left his cheek.

"Just in case, I decide to not know you, I'll have something to remind me." She smiled and walked away. Hodgins smiled and when she was out of sight, he did a victory dance. "Oh, yeah, baby. King of the lab! Gotta love mosquitos now!" He said to himself.

Booth walked and kicked the leaves on the sidewalk. Brennan caught up to him.

"Hey." She quietly said.

"Hey. I thought you were going home." He stopped walking and faced her.

"I am. I live in this block. I bearly noticed."

"Oh. Is ther something you'd like to say?"

"No. Why? Does it look like I want to say something? I'm not blushing am I?" Brennan talked so fast, Booth gave her an unbeleivable look which made her even more nervous.

"Oh no. I am blushing, aren't I? It's not what you think, I do that when someone stares at me for too long. Like that. Stop it.You must think I'm crazy. I'm just gonna go now--"

"No. No. Don't go. Not yet, at least. I don't have anything important to go to right now." He smiled.

"I find it hard to beleive that I bearly met you and you're the first person here that knows I'm a foster child. I mean, you're probably the one who's going to reject me when I say 'Hi' to you."

"Why does everybody keep saying that? Fine, I'll make a pact with you. I promise to say 'Hi' to you even when I'm surrounded by jocks and cheerleaders. How about it, hmm?"

"I'd like that." Brennan smiled. She suddenly knew that she was going to see more of him because he is, in fact, a very interesting man. And she, to him, was an interesting woman.