AN: Ok, so I had an idea to write a High School Bones fanfic, just because I got a few good ideas. But I don't know if I should continue. Please Please Please review and tell me if I should continue, because I am a little insecure about this story
Thanks to ilovemclife for the beta-ing. I have no life so I don't know how to spell all these fancy modern words (LMFAO!)
Seeley Booth was always the talk of the school. Tall, beautiful brown eyes, huge muscles, basket ball player, good grades, he had it all. All the girls swooned over him, and many of the guys were jealous of him. But Seeley Booth wasn't arrogant; no on the contrary he was the definition opposite of arrogant. He was very kind and light hearted, and one this day; this was the day he would never forget.
The young 17 year old closed his locker, a notebook and human anatomy book in one hand, a cold metal locker door in the other.
"Hey Seel!" a boy called from the end of the hallway.
Booth looked up, a boy about his height with long black hair and shining green eyes waved him down. Booth put his hand up in a wave as the boy hurried over to him "What's the rush Jake?"
Jake leaned against the locker next to Booth and shot the passing cheerleaders a smile "Did you hear about the new sophomore?"
"Yeah, and?" Booth asked "New sophomores aren't that big of a deal," he said, shoving his pencil in his pocket and turning to walk towards his neck class.
"Seel trust me," Jake said following after him "This girl, she's like, nerdy kinda, but totally hot."
"What's her name?" Booth asked.
"I don't know, it's really weird, but I saw her in the office though. She almost looks like a stoner though, her eyes were red and blood shot," Jake said half to himself.
Booth laughed "Well, I'm pretty sure you don't know how to distinguish lack of sleep or crying from being smashed."
"Eh, probably not," Jake said "Look that's her."
Booth looked up to where his friend was pointing; a tall girl with pale skin and brown hair was facing her locker. She situated her stuff and pushed a loose piece of hair behind her ear as foot ball team members gathered around her whistling and reaching to touch her.
"Jesus Christ, those pervs want to screw every single girl that comes though this hall way," Booth said to himself, walking over to the crowd.
"Come on baby," A cocky man with curly blonde hair said "You know you want this."
Booth slammed his hand into the man's shoulder and squeezed "Now Toni," Booth said 'Why don't you take your posse and leave the poor girl alone."
"I can take care of myself," she said towards her locker.
"See Seel, back off, she doesn't mind," Tony said, trying to move his shoulder.
"Actually I do. I just made the choice that it was safer to ignore you then break your hand," she said taking a textbook out of her locker and putting it in the crook of her elbow.
"Bitch thinks she can…" Toni began.
Booth slammed his knuckle into Toni's neck and shoved him to the ground. He pushed the heel of his foot into his spine and leaned on his knee "I suggest you leave, or I will let the young lady beat the shit out of you."
"I bet she couldn't hurt a fly," another man said reaching out.
She put her book in her locker and grabbed his wrist pushing it backwards forcefully. The man yelped and fell to his knees.
"Holy shit!" Toni screamed "Ok, Ok, I'll leave her alone, just let me the fuck up man!"
Booth released his heel and watched as Toni scrambled up "Bitch is psycho!" he screamed running down the hall.
"Uh, you can let him go now," Booth said.
She shrugged and released her grip, turning to grab her book, a notebook and a pen.
"Bye Christian," Booth said as the boy scrambled up and ran after Toni.
Booth walked towards her "Are you ok?" he asked with sincerity in her voice.
She looked to him, her eyes red rimmed and blood shot "Yeah," she said quietly, brushing her hair back "I'm fine, they didn't do anything."
Booth could distinguish that she wasn't a stoner, she had been crying, a lot. He was about to ask why she was crying but the bell cut off his voice as the rest of the school scrambled to their classes.
"Do you know where to go?" Booth asked.
"Yes, I should be fine, thank you," she said, closing her locker and heading into the crowd.
Booth chuckled to himself and turned running through the halls to make sure he got his seat.
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Booth flicked the pencil between his fingers, his chin propped up on his palm as he bounced his knee in boredom.
He looked up to the teacher, who stood when the door finally opened. And to much of Booth's surprise, it was the girl he saw earlier.
"Class," Mr. Hoffman said "This is our new student."
She walked in and rubbed her eye with her finger before running her finger quickly under her eye.
"This is Temperance," Mr. Hoffman said "She is new here from Cleveland?" he asked.
"Louisville, Ohio," she clarified.
"Ah my mistake, I apologize. I am Mr. Hoffman, I will be your biology teacher" he said offering his hand to her.
Temperance took it hesitantly and shook, his grip crushing her hand.
"You can take a seat next to Mr. Booth," he said pointing to Booth.
Booth raised two fingers in a half salute, and Temperance slightly chuckled. She walked down the aisle and sat in the seat next to his, putting her books into the far corner.
"Now let's get started," Mr. Hoffman said, turning towards the board.
"Hey," Booth whispered "Didn't know you were in this class."
"Well now you do," she said quickly, focusing on the teacher.
"I'm Seeley Booth," he said offering his hand to her "But, normally people call me Seel or Booth."
"Temperance Brennan," she introduced, taking his hand and shaking it lightly.
"Mr. Booth," Mr. Hoffman called "You can introduce yourself later."
"Sorry Hoffman," Booth muttered.
"Alright, who can tell me how man bones are in the human body?"
Temperance's hand shot up.
"Yes Ms. Brennan?"
"206," she said quickly "Give or take."
"Very good. Now who can name the osteological make up of the human arm in order from top to bottom," Mr. Hoffman asked.
Temperance raised her hand again.
"Ms. Brennan?"
"Clavicle, humorous, radius and ulna, carpals, meta carpals, proximal phalanges, intermediate phalanges, and distal phalanges," Temperance said easily.
"Damn," Booth yelled just a little too loud, looking at Mr. Hoffman and smiling "I mean darn…"
"What?" Temperance asked "The composition of the bones in the human body is not complicated to remember."
"It is to anyone else in this world," Booth said "You know I'm going to call you Bones from now on."
"Don't call me Bones," Temperance said quickly.
Mr. Hoffman cleared his voice "It's my understanding that you are very intelligent in the structure of the human skeletal system Ms. Brennan, which gives you an advantage for the pop quiz today."
The class groaned in unison as Mr. Hoffman took a stack of papers off his desk and started passing them out.
Booth took the papers from him and gave one to Temperance, their fingers brushing slightly "Do you know all this?" he asked.
"Yup," Temperance said, scribbling down the answers quickly.
"Geez Bones," Booth murmured turning his attention to the paper, putting down all the answers he knew, which weren't much.
"Don't call me Bones," Temperance said finally as she finished the test and stood up to leave as the bell rang.
Booth smiled to himself, giving Hoffman his paper as he gathered his stuff and walked out the door.
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"Bones!" Booth called as he ran after Temperance as she walked away from school.
"Don't call me Bones," she said again.
Booth ran after her, cutting off her path.
She sighed and looked up to him "Yes?" she asked annoyed.
"Where are you going?" Booth asked.
"The museum," Temperance said, stepping to the side to walk away, only to have him cut her off again.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because am interning there," Temperance said.
"Really?" Booth asked in a sing-song tone leaning back on his heels.
"Yes really now can I go? I'm going to be late," Temperance said.
"Let me give you a lift," Booth offered "I have to go there anyway."
"And why is that?" Temperance asked, her red rimmed eyes glaring up at him "Stalking me?"
"No," Booth said with a smile "I work there."
"Great," Temperance said to herself.
"Aw come on," Booth whined giving her his charm smile "Please."
Temperance found herself melting in his brown eyes and matched his smile "Ok," she finally agreed.
"Great!" Booth said turning her and placing his hand on the small of her back "It's over here."
Temperance arched her back slightly but then relaxed against his hand. He led her to a black Chevy pick-up truck, rust lining the bottom of the bed.
"Nice car," Temperance said sarcastically.
"Hey, it gets me around," Booth said opening the passenger door for her. She smiled in thanks and pulled herself up onto the red leather seat.
Booth shut her door and walked around to jump in the other side of the car. He put the key in the ignition and started to turn until he felt a small and soft hand cover his.
He turned his gaze to that of Temperance's her smokey blue eyes serious "You really should buckle your seat belt."
"Why?" Booth asked, his muscles twitching in his hand.
"Thousands of kids die from car crashes because they didn't wear their seat belt. If you wreck you will fly through the wind shield and you will have no chance to live," Temperance said her eyes full of concern.
Booth sighed "Which is why I don't want to wear one," he growled to himself, snapping the buckle in place.
Temperance tilted her head as she pulled back "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Huh?" Booth asked.
"What do you mean, when you said 'which is why I don't want to wear one'?"
Booth sighed as he peeled out onto the road "I just have a fucked up home like is all," Booth said.
"Tell me about it," Temperance muttered resting her head against the car window.
"Why were you crying?" Booth asked.
"What?"
"Why were you crying earlier, when you came into Hoffman's class?"
"Fucked up home life," Temperance said, giving him a sad smile.
"Well I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours," Booth said.
"Maybe later," Brennan said staring out the window.
Booth pulled into the museum parking lot and parked. He reached out and brushed his knuckle under her chin, forcing her eyes to his "It will get better," he said, trying to be reassuring.
Temperance smiled "Thanks Booth," she whispered quietly.
Booth smiled and brushed her bangs behind her ear, before pushing his keys into his pocket and hopping out of the car.