Sorry. It's been a couple of days since I started this but I haven't had much inspiration. But, now I think I've got it. Please enjoy!

Chapter Two: Sweets's Arrival

Lance Sweets squinted into the bright sunshine as he stepped up to the front of Jefferson High with his backpack hanging off one shoulder and his class list in his opposite hand.

"Excuse me?" He said to a passing classmate, a young, broad-shouldered man with spiky brown hair and a gruff look about him. Lance smiled warmly at him. "Would you happen to know which building Mr. Lopez's class-" The young man glared at him, before walking off, his bag hanging limply off his shoulder.

"What's his problem?" Lance asked a young, nerdy looking boy as he walked past him.

The boy stopped and turned around, before speaking. "Are you talking to me?"

Lance shrugged. "Who else would I be talking to?"

The boy looked around again, taking note of a few other people the new kid might have been talking to, but just shrugged. "Nobody, I guess. I'm Jack. Jack Hodgins." Jack reached out to shake Lance's hand.

Lance smiled and shook back. "Lance. Lance Sweets. Just call me Sweets, though. I hate being called by my given name."

"Ditto. You can just call me Hodgins." the boy, Hodgins now, responded. "You new in school, dude?"

Sweets nodded. "Yeah. Just moved here from Modesto."

"Modesto? Pretty big change from there to the Hills." Hodgins said, obviously impressed.

"Yeah, well, my dad just switched careers...again. He's a defense lawyer for some famous guy. I forget his name, but anyway, his career sorta forced us outta Modesto so he could be closer to his client." Sweets explained.

"Cool." Hodgins said. "So, you need help with a class, I heard?"

Sweets nodded. "Yeah. Psychology 101 with Mr. Lopez?"

"Oh, that's actually right down this hall. Third door on the right." Hodgins said, pointing him in the right direction.

"Thanks, man." Sweets said, smiling.

"No problem. But, can I ask you a question?" Hodgins said, leaning in closer to Sweets.

"Sure. What is it?"

"Why the hell did you ask Seeley Booth, of all people, a question? He coulda killed ya, ya know?"

"What? What makes you think that?" Sweets said.

"Rumor is, he's already-" RIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!

Hodgins was interrupted by the school bell.

"Sorry, Sweets, I'll have to talk to ya later. You got lunch fifth, right?" Sweets nodded. "Great! I'll meet up with you in the caf! See ya!" And with that, he was off, leaving Sweets wondering what people thought this Seeley Booth character had done.