Second Chapter in under a day. Hopefully I can finish it before class.

Disclaimer: the only characters I own are the Basketball jocks. I OWN BASKETBALL JOCKS! YAY!!

Chapter Two.

"Gross! Get that away from me, Jack!"

Temperance turned away from stuffing her bag into her locker to see her friend Jack Hodgins torturing their classmate with a jar.

He was grinning from ear to ear as he came up to her and opened his locker, which was beside hers.

"Hey sunshine! Looking good this morning. Love the blouse.

He had to be kidding. Temperance looked down at the yellow top she was wearing. On it were brown letters spelling out 'We Support the Ban on Plastic Surgery.' She had put on a pair of blue jeans with it and flat slippers with cat eye stones on them. Around her neck was a chunky necklace she had gotten for her birthday the year before.

"Hey, did you meet Angela?" Jack asked, holding up the jar with a humungous green caterpillar in it.

"Wow. How did it get so big?" Temperance asked.

"I dunno. I found it in Mom's garden. They probably fed the plants some rapid growth thing and he ate them. You know Mom. Anything for the Garden Society."

Angela the Caterpillar slid around its jar and looked for the entire world like an overfed baby learning to crawl.

"I'm donating him to the Science Club. Wonder if he'll turn into a big ass butterfly."

"Butterfly? I heard butterfly. Where's the butterfly?"

Angela walked up to them. She was wearing a blue halter top, a baby blue sweater, tiny diamonds in her ears that Jack gave her for Christmas and blue ballet slippers.

But Temperance's eyes stopped dead at Angela's skirt.

"Do I know that skirt?" she asked.

"Well, you did before I cut it this morning in the bathroom. It was too long. I'm having a short skirt kind of day."

"You did that this morning?" Jack asked, looking at his watch. "But we got here twenty minutes ago!"

"I have a portable sewing machine in my locker." Angela tried not to blush.

"Oh, Ange, meet the newest member of our family" Jack held up the jar close to Angela's face.

"Ew! Nasty!' she said at first. But she took a closer look at the bug and declared, "Wow. Pretty."

"I named him after you. So call him Angela Hodgins."

"You named him after me? That is kinda sweet."

Temperance considered and concluded that if anybody named a caterpillar, or anything for that matter, after her, she wouldn't gush like Angela was. She would probably hit them.

"Morning, gang."

She recognized his voice immediately. She did not have to turn around to know he was standing right behind her. He didn't have to touch the small of her back to let her know he was in the building. Her breath caught, despite herself.

"Hey, Booth." Said Angela, smiling her 'Let's all welcome Booth' smile. Jack gave him a nod of acknowledgement.

She looked over at him. Today he was in a normal white cotton T-shirt covered by a pale yellow shirt with Palm Trees on it a pair of jeans and sneakers. Normal. Though there was probably a pair of weird coloured socks in those sneakers.

He looked over at her. "How is my Bones this morning?"

Temperance rolled her eyes. He insisted on calling her Bones, just because she liked learning about bones.

"I'm fine, Booth."

"Ready for Dr. Goodman's test?"

Boy, he smelled nice, "Yeah. I finished studying this morning."

"If she's not ready, nobody is passing this test." Angela said. "She's been studying for ages."

"Wow. I just know I'm gonna fail. While you were studying, Bones, I was watching American Idol."

"Gosh aren't you glad Jordin won?" said Angela.

All of this was lost on Temperance.

"Who is Jordin? What is American Idol?"

"It's a contest where people enter to show off their musical talent, Bones. It's rated among the top shows on T.V. It has a large following. People text in to show support for their favourite."

"Just an elaborate way for the big companies to get money out of the public, really," said Jack, "They suck the viewing public in and force them to spend their hard earned money voting for somebody that has a one in thirty chance of winning."

"That's why I don't vote. I watch" Booth slung an arm over Temperance's shoulder. "Guess what! My parents got me a car!"

"Oh, no." said Angela.

"It's so cool! It's a Mustang and its powder blue and it has red fluffy dice on the mirror and a hula girl on the dashboard and I drove it to school for the first time today and it's already gotten me a date!"

"Wow." said Jack.

"Wanna take it for a spin after school?" Booth asked.

The three of them averted their eyes.

"I came with Jack." Angela said quickly.

"I drove." said Jack.

"So did I." said Temperance. Booth looked disappointed.

"Oh. Okay."

Just then a Basketball Jock came up to them. He ignored Booth and addressed Temperance.

"You're Temperance Brennan, right?"

"Yes, that's me."

"My friend told me that that guy named Sullivan from last year was in your room once and he saw a big wall sized poster of the Human Skeleton in there. Is that true?"

Temperance had no idea why he would ask her that. "Yes. I like to read about them and study them. Why?"

"Wow. That is so hot" said the Basketball Jock.

As he walked away, Angela followed him with her eyes. "Why would he ask that?"

"Maybe Sully thought it was weird of me."

"He said hot not weird. But where is it exactly?" asked Jack.

"On the wall opposite my bed where I can see it as I wake up."

Jack smiled. "I have to admit that's kinda hot."

The bell rang. It was time for their Biology test.

"We need to get to class" said Angela, "good luck, especially for you and me Booth"

"Think we're gonna need more than that, Ange." Booth said, punching her playfully.

As they walked to class, Booth suddenly turned down the wrong corridor.

"Hey, Booth, where are you going?" asked Temperance.

"To check on Brennan. I'll be right back."

"Brennan?"

"My car. I named her after you."

 Didn't I just pick the weirdest thing for the Basketball Jocks to find fascinating about Bones?

Sorry for the whole lot of fashion commentary.

Oh and people, you will see this is not a Romance fanfic. Temperance has a crush on Booth. A crush is not love. I would think if the Jeffersonian were a school, EVERYBODY would have a crush on Booth, not to mention his lab partner.

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