New Kid

I don't own Bones

The almost fourteen year old Lance Sweets sighed as he entered his new school. He was switching schools after a quarter of the year has already passed so he got to start over in a whole new school. He was in for a tough year and he knew it. His classmates would have already formed cliques by now. Who would want to hang out with him? The geeky super genius who was supposed to be in the eighth grade and had an obsession with Star Wars. Lance glanced around and spotted the school trophy case. He noted how there was a lack of academic achievements and more sports trophies. Great a sport oriented school yippee. What Lance lacked was a physical physique. He had no hand-eye coordination and had just reached five-three. Plus he was really skinny. A chicken leg skinny. He listened to his new principal Mr. Damien talk about his school and how he hoped Lance would enjoy the rest of his senior year at Jefferson Secondary school.

Lance couldn't care less. All he wanted to do was pass the year and go to college and forget all of the crap has and will happen to him in high school. The principal handed him a handbook, a map of the school, his schedule, and his locker number and combination, and then he wished him luck. Lance strolled down the halls until he found his first class of the day: French 1. He had originally taken Spanish at his old school but switched since he couldn't grasp it too well. When he opened the door he found kids his age staring at him. He cleared his throat and said, "Excuse-moi? I'm the new kid, Lance Sweets."

"Oh Bonjour Monsieur Sweets I am Madame B and I will be teaching you for the rest of the year. Class what you say?" asked a kind looking lady.

"Bonjour," his new classmates chorused.

"Bon," Madame B nodded, "Lance you will sit behind Daisy. She's the one sitting by the Eiffel Tower poster." A young brunette with a too big red shirt and black leggings smiled with him as he took his seat behind her. Someone coughed freak which wiped the smile off her face and she gave a dirty look to one boy.

"Monsieur Wells do you have something to share with the class?" asked Madame B.

"No Madame," the boy said quickly.

"Then I shouldn't hear any talking," Madame B said, "Class open your workbooks to page quatre-vignt. Let me grab you a workbook Lance. They are in my office next door so I'll be right back. Daisy can you please catch Monsieur Sweets up? Thank you."

"Nice going Daisy Dee, you got me in trouble," growled the boy with slightly curly and puffy hair.

"Shut up Oliver and don't call me that," Daisy shot back. Turning over so she could see Lance she said, "That's Oliver and he's a jackass to everybody so don't worry about anything."

"I heard that," Oliver said rolling his eyes.

"You were supposed to. Anyway so you're the senior that was supposed to be joining us," Daisy said.

"Yeah I guess I am," Lance shrugged.

"You must be super smart then," Daisy said.

"Yeah I guess. I don't mean to be rude but what have I've missed so far," Lance asked not wanting to answer any questions.

"Alright we pretty much just covered greeting people and counting and now we're on food names," Daisy said taking the hint. After getting notes from Daisy Lance leaned back in his chair and focused on his work for the rest of class. Next class was his calculus class and Lance got the notes from some dubious senior who was wondering how he managed to skip so many grades. After that was Heath and then there was English class. In English class they were starting to read Macbeth so Lance didn't have too much to catch up on. A cute senior girl asked him if he thought the SATs were pretty hard and he agreed just to make himself seem normal. In actuality he found them slightly difficult, another academic achievement he had achieved. After this came lunch and he was invited to sit with the younger kids his age.

The Jefferson Secondary School taught grades 6-12 and the ages of the kids who invited him to sit with them were from the ages of 13-14 years old. They were all eighth graders and asked plenty of questions about how it was like being a senior. Their names were Wendell, Vincent, and Zach. Lance was about to answer a question about whether or not he had dated seniors (that was a huge no by the way) when he heard a familiar voice. It was Daisy from his French class.

"Bonjour mon copain," she said as she placed her brown paper lunch bag onto the table.

"Oh hi Daisy," Lance said blushing a little bit.

"Hey Dais where's Allie?" asked Vincent.

"Oh she's talking to Mr. Oren about her make up test," Daisy said while tearing a sandwich's paper wrapping off.

"Allie needs to stop ditching," Vincent said.

"She did not ditch she had the flu remember?" Daisy said cocking her head to the side. Lance stared at her for a little while feeling a little guilty then looked down at his lap and was relieved that nothing happened yet. He didn't want these guys to think he was weird.

"Hey guys," chirped a girl who looked like she was way too into punk. She had a black shirt, super small jean shorts, and black combat boots. Also in Lance's opinion puberty has been very generous to her. The other boys noticed because they started to turn a little red too. Daisy just rolled her eyes. Allie seemed to love this attention and set her eyes directly on Lance. She smirked and leaned forward, "Hello and who are you cutie?"

"L-Lance," he stammered as he squirmed in his seat trying not to stare.

"Stop it Allie. You're acting way too promiscuous for a thirteen year old," Daisy scowled.

"Come on Dais, you know my mother's motto, if you got it then flaunt it," Allie teased.

"That's dumb, it sounds like a prostitute's motto," Daisy argued.

"You're just jealous 'cause you don't got anything," Allie teased. Daisy turned red and shut her mouth as the boys whooped with laughter. Lance wanted to say something to cheer her up but he couldn't without sounding like a perv. So he changed the subject, "So is anyone else joining us?"

"Yeah but she's not here today, stomach virus. Her name's Lauren Eames and you'll like her," Wendell said.

"Yes she is a very rational person and is a prone to making logical decisions," Zach agreed.

"Ooh Zach's got a crush," teased Allie.

"I thought you liked Tempe," said a confused Vincent.

"Who's Tempe?" Lance asked.

"My cousin but she's more like my sister," Daisy explained.

"Yeah Tempe was in foster care and Daisy's stepdad turned out to be a cousin of Tempe's father so Daisy's family took her in," Wendell added.

"So guys are we still on for the skate park this Friday?" Allie asked.

"Yeah but I don't know why you're so excited to wipe out again," Daisy smirked.

"Hey I'm as good as you," Allie countered.

"Are not," said Wendell.

"What did you say Bray?" Allie asked in a tough voice.

"I said Daisy can kick your ass with a two wheeled skateboard. Face it Jackson, Daisy is better at skateboarding than you," taunted Wendell. That brought a smile to Daisy's face. Lance decided that he liked her smile.

"So Lance can you skateboard?" asked Vincent trying to change the subject so there wouldn't be a fight.

"No, I never been anywhere need a skateboard," Lance admitted.

"Well Daisy taught me and Zach how to not wipeout and that's a huge accomplishment, especially in Zach's case. So she can teach you too," said Vincent.

"Hey I just do not see the point in riding a board with four wheels and attempting dangerous tricks on it," Zach argued.

"If you don't see the pint in it why do you keep asking us how to perform tricks," teased Daisy. Before Zach could counter her taunt the bell rang signaling the end of lunch.

"Well Lance see you tomorrow," Wendell said as everyone separated from the table and went their separate ways. After lunch Lance had history, AP Psychology which immediately became his favorite class. Dr. Wyatt was the school psychologist and he was a great teacher too. After this was AP Biology 2 and he got partnered with none other than Temperance Brennan. Lance quickly assumed that she was Daisy's cousin and asked her if she knew a Daisy.

"Yes she is my younger cousin," Temperance said while looking at him as if he was a subject to be analyzed.

"Do you two get along well?" asked Lance.

"Why do you care?" asked Temperance with a wary voice.

"Oh I was just wondering because we're both in French together and I sat with her and her friends today at lunch," Lance explained while trying not to squirm underneath her gaze.

"What did she say?" questioned Temperance with a death glare.

"Not much just that you're living with her family and that she sees you as a sister," Lance said and inwardly kicked himself. Daisy probably doesn't want her to know that.

"That is not rational. We do not share enough DNA to be considered siblings," said Temperance in a confused tone.

"Well does she have any siblings?" asked Lance.

"Yes. All brothers and they're younger than me and her," explained Temperance.

"Well psychologically she could see you as an older sister since you provide an older feminine presence in her life," Lance said, slightly proud that he could come up with an answer that quick.

"I hate psychology," was Temperance's only response. Any feeling of pride disappeared. The rest of class was spent in silence, Lance busied himself by taking notes and doodling on the corner of his notebook. As soon as class ended Lance rushed to his locker and grabbed his coat and the textbooks he was supposed to take home and lug back to school.

He headed towards the pickup line and spotted his mother in her old sedan. He rushed to the car and swung the passenger door open. He smiled at his mother as he climbed in. His mother asked the standard parent questions. How was school? It was okay. How are your teachers? Good, they're pretty smart. Have any homework? Tons. What's with the library of textbooks? I'm supposed to lug back my history and psychology textbook back and forth between school. That sound's rough. It's okay. Make any new friends? I think, I sat with them at lunch and I think they invited me to go to the skate park with them this Friday because they said they that they are going to teach me how to skateboard. Well that sounds like fun. How old are they? My age because the school teaches grades 6-12. They're all in eighth grade I think. You seem to be thinking a lot Lance. Well I didn't get to ask them which grade they're in and they weren't very direct about being friends and all. Okay.

After they pulled into the driveway Lance sat at the kitchen table and did his homework until dinner was ready. He got the same questions and then his dad asked him more about his friends. "What are their names?" his dad asked.

"Well there not really my friends I don't think," Lance said.

"Well they sound like they want to be you friends," his dad countered and teasingly added, "Now answer the question sport or no dessert."

"Fine their names are Zach, Wendell, Daisy, Vincent, and Allie," Lance answered.

"Ooh is my son trying to get himself a harem?" teased his mother.

"What?! No I'm not we're just friends and besides I think I would need more girls and less guys to make a harem," Lance said rolling his eyes. After dinner Lance helped his mom with the dishes and finished his homework. Then he went straight to bed. He loved his parents but sometimes they could be over affectionate and a little embarrassing. While tossing and turning someone knocked on his bedroom door. It was his dad. He said, "Lance, me and your mother have been thinking. Maybe you should invite you friends over to your birthday party next Saturday. Tell them they don't have to worry about presents or anything just to come over."

"We're still having a party?" Lance asked.

"Yes we are. Why wouldn't we?" his dad asked.

"I just thought we wouldn't," Lance said.

"Come on Lance have a little fun in your life," his dad said, "Just sleep on it okay buddy? Good night."

"Good night," Lance said.