**Yay for getting time to update! These chapters are significantly shorter than my other fics' chapters, but I think they're just fitting better that way for now. Hopefully, they'll get a bit longer in the future.

Well, Booth keeps on keeping on and Brennan possibly shows a sign of weakness. Review, please! :)

Don't own them :( **

Lunch time came around and Temperance found her way to the cafeteria. She had a history of getting low blood sugar when she didn't eat, so she knew the smart thing to do would be to get a tray of food. Grimacing as she began to guess what exactly was on the tray, she sat down at a table in the back of the cafeteria.

Pulling a book out of her bag, she proceeded to poke at the, what she assumed to be, spaghetti on her plate. Shuddering, she flipped her book to the page that was dog-eared and sank back into the comfort of her book. She didn't have many steady things in her life, but books were on the list.

Before she could get too far into the book, a tray was slammed down into the table she was sitting at. Looking up nonchalantly with raised eyebrows, she cocked one of them and rolled her eyes. "You're at our table," a guy spoke. She noticed the familiar guy from earlier that morning approaching the mob of football players that were gawking at her.

Shaking her head, Temperance looked back down at her book. "There are 600 other tables here, jerkwad. Find another one."

"I don't think you get it…this is our table. We've been sitting here for three years," the guy was obviously not as intimidating as he had hoped.

"Well, see, I've been sitting here for three minutes and I still don't care," she spoke clearly.

"Guys, just find another table," she heard the guy from that morning say.

"Oh, come on, Booth! This is our table, and the whole school knows it!" the front guy nearly whined.

With a raised eyebrow, Booth didn't have to say another word. The other guys all picked up their trays and moved a couple tables over, glaring over their shoulders at their seemingly-traitorous leader. Booth quietly put his tray down and sat in a chair across from Temperance. "You aren't scared of much, are you?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Nope," she answered shortly, flipping to the next page of her book.

"Did you just move here?" Well, duh, Seeley, he thought. He knew everybody in the school except her. That was the worst question to ask.

"I really don't see how that is relevant to anything," she quipped.

With a smirk, he shook his head. "Well, we've been in three of the same classes so far. You could at least tell me your name."

As her blue eyes ran across the table, up his chest, and locked onto his eyes, Temperance's look was still cold. "If I wanted you to know my name, I would have already told you. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to read my book."

Nodding with a small grin across his face, Booth stood up and lifted his tray off the table. God, I want her, he thought. He wasn't used to girls standing up to him and turning him down.

After the last bell rang, Temperance walked out to her foster-father's SUV that she drove to school, pulling her dark sunglasses over her eyes. Reaching for her keys, she noticed someone standing by the driver's side door. You've got to be kidding me, she thought and groaned to herself. "Hello, Temperance," Booth spoke.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her tone thick with sarcasm. She unlocked the doors of the SUV and put her backpack into the backseat.

"I figured out your name," he said, sounding like he had defeated a major task.

She cocked her eyes up towards him under her sunglasses. She was significantly shorter than he was, but that didn't intimidate her. The intimidating factor of the moment was the fact that he was so damn persistent. "And how long did that take you, Detective Watson?"

Booth's buff body was blocking her from opening the driver's side door. Temperance crossed her arms in front of her chest and popped a leg out to the side. Smirking, Booth asked, "Aren't you even the least bit curious as to what my name is?"

"Nope," she replied without hesitation and pushed him out of the way. She climbed into the SUV, locked the doors, and started the engine. He stood back as she backed out and left the parking space.

Running a hand through his own hair, he sighed. "This is going to be harder than I thought," he spoke to nobody.

The next day was rainy and humid. Temperance's hair was frizzing, her make-up was running, and her clothes were soaked. But, thank God, before she knew it, the school day was over. Walking yet again out to her foster-father's vehicle, she glanced up and noticed Booth by the SUV. Again. "Go. Away." She spoke sternly.

Smiling, he pushed a hand into his pocket as his other held an umbrella over himself. "Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?" he asked.

Temperance's eyes fluttered in disbelief. Her tactics hadn't worked. "Um…excuse me?" she asked, wanting to make sure she heard him correctly.

"Would you like to go to dinner with me?" he repeated, taking a small step towards her, placing the umbrella over her head, too.

"Which part of leave me alone and go away do you not get?" she slammed the back door after she had dropped her backpack inside.

Smirking, he quipped, "Which part of "I'm going to ask you every time I see you until you say yes" do you not understand?" He had stepped his game up. He knew he wasn't going to get her by just rolling over.

"Look," she huffed, "I don't want to date, I don't want a boyfriend, I don't want a friend with benefits."

"Let's go as friends, then," he said, seeming to have solved the problem in his eyes.

Raising an eyebrow, she shook her head. "We're friends? Since when?"

"Oh, come on, Tempe. What could it hurt?" Wait…did he just call her Tempe? Wait again…she liked it? It wasn't that she couldn't stand Booth…it was a fact that in a couple of months, she would be shipped off to another foster home and would be pulled away from whatever relationships she had made. This reaction was just her defense mechanism.

"If I say yes, I'm agreeing to one dinner. Nothing more." Temperance chewed the inside of her cheek.

With a shit-eating grin spreading across his face, Booth tried not to scream in happiness. "So is that a yes?" he asked, wanting to double check.

"Yeah," she agreed quietly.

With the smirk still on his face, he tried not to jump for joy. "Great. I'll pick you up around 6…is that okay?"

Her eyes narrowed. "How do you know where I live?"

"Well…my grandpa is sort of well-known by the cops around her. I had him do me a favor."

"I'm sure that's illegal somehow, but sure. See you at six," she confirmed, trying to get him out of her way without having to touch him.

"Don't I get a hug?" he asked. Temperance was just about at the end of her rope.

"Unless you want my foot up somewhere that it would take a doctor to remove it, I suggest you get out of my way, you arrogant son of a bitch." Booth's eyes grew wide as he stepped to the side. Watching her drive off, he let out a fist-pumping motion. He had succeeded in step one.