DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bones.
Rated: Teen for language.
Summary: He's a football jock and she's a model student. What happens when this unlikely pair come together and find out that even though they're opposites they're perfect for eachother?
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Chapter 1: Saving My Ass
She was late to school. Her older brother Russ had made her late for the third time that week. She knew what was coming; she would have detention that Friday. She had never had detention before. Her parents would be shocked; she was the perfect child. She tried hard to maintain that image.
She readjusted her bag over her shoulder and headed into her sophomore homeroom where the teacher was taking role.
"Brennan, Temperance?" Mrs. Bonicky, her homeroom teacher called just as Temperance walked in through the door. She set down her three books on a nearby desk.
"Present," she said, shutting the door lightly.
"Temperance, that is your third late this week. I'm sorry dear but you'll have to go to the attendance office," Mrs. Bonicky wrote her pass to the office before returning to calling role.
Before Temperance left the room, the TV snapped on. It did this everyday at about this time. Seeley Booth came on to 'host' the schools lame excuse for a morning show. Everyone else found it quite amusing, but Temperance thought otherwise.
'Seeley Booth,' Temperance thought as she walked out of the door and down the hallway. 'Yeah, how that guy is in all of my honors classes I don't know. Everyone knows that he cheats his way through school. Hah, I didn't even see him in homeroom.' The hallway was pretty noisy, even though close to know students were in the hall. Laughter from the classrooms made its way into the hallway.
"Hey!" Temperance heard a voice behind her. She wheeled around to see who it was. "Do me a favor," It was Seeley Booth. It was a Friday so he was wearing his Colts football jersey. Temperance stood still rolling her eyes. Booth must not have seen her motion, for he came closer holding a slip of paper.
"What?" Temperance dropped the library book she carried. She bent down to pick it up, but Booth beat her to it.
"Bones," he read the cover, smirking. "Will you do me a favor and sign my late pass?"
"You want me to forge some teacher's signature?"
"Yeah. Now I was thinking someone like Lange or Kallet. Ya know... someone that Bonicky doesn't really talk to."
"What? No, I'm not forging a signature."
"Aw come on. I have a game tonight. I can't be late again. If my coach finds out then I'm out of the game. The school's counting on me! Please? Please? Come on, it's not like any one will know." Temperance bit her lip.
"Fine, give me it." She grabbed the pass from Booth and put it against the wall to write. She wrote the time, date, name, destination, and then she pressed the pen to the paper to sign, but she was interrupted.
"Brennan, Booth," A tall man walking towards them cleared his throat. Temperance dropped the pen on the ground. Her voice was caught in her throat; she had no time to explain herself. "Let me see that paper," He held out his hand. He scanned the paper and then looked to Brennan, ashamed. "Follow me, both of you," Booth scratched his head and followed their high school principal. Brennan scowled and Booth before following along as well. She crossed her arms, angry at how horrible her Friday had begun. "Wait here," The principal said, gesturing to the two chairs in his office. Booth and Brennan took a seat and he closed the door.
"Look, Bones," Booth said, smirking at the book in her lap.
"No, don't call me that, Booth."
"Hear me out. I'm sorry. I didn't think we would get caught. If you want me to lie and say that I was making you then..."
"That's not going to make any difference."
"Well, sorry for suggesting something. Look, Bones," She let out a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm sorry. You know you could accept my apology?"
"Fine I'll accept it! Now, I have two detentions, great." Obviously she was going to accept it. Generally, she was a nice person, but to Booth she did not want to seem like a pushover.
"How did you get the first detention?"
"My stupid brother, Russ, had to pick his girlfriend up. He made me late for the third time this week," Bones finally faced Booth who had been staring at her the whole time.
"Listen, what you said about me telling Principal Williams that I lied and it not going to make a difference, well I think it'll make one. Just let me try."
Just then, the principal came in, interrupting their conversation. Bones knew what was coming. She was going to get two big fat ugly detention slips, and anything that Booth could say, would not help.
"Ms. Brennan," Principal William's addressed her, sitting down behind his desk. "I expected more from you. I wouldn't expect you to forge a signature, ever. So, I'm going to have to-"
"Wait, Principal Williams... you don't have to give Bo... Temperance a detention. Really, sir... it was my fault. I told Temperance that if she didn't sign my pass then I would embarrass her on The Colt Morning Show... and that I would err... get my buds to ruin her year." Bones was amazed that he would actually say those things, even though they would make him get into more trouble.
"Mr. Booth, you know what this means... don't you?" Booth remained silent. "I was going to give you just an afternoon detention, but now... now I'm giving you a Saturday morning detention and you won't be allowed to play in tonight's game." Booth's face dropped.
"No," Bones blurted out. "No... Let him play in the game, Principal Williams. Please, this means everything to him."
"Well, I guess I could let you play in the game Booth."
"Really?" Booth asked, his mood obviously lifted.
"Well, only if you and Ms. Brennan both agree to have lunch detention for the next week." Booth flashed a pleading look to Bones; she nodded.
"Yeah," Booth jumped up, grabbing his bag, "thanks."
"Yeah, but next time I catch you screwing up like this, Booth, don't think I'm going to have sympathy." Bones smiled, standing up as well and grabbing her bag. "I'll write you both a pass."
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"What class are you going to?" Booth asked as him and Bones both walked out of the office.
"I have German 2," She answered plainly, talking to Booth as if they were friends.
"Oh, I have TV media. Mr. Carnes won't mind if the pass is a little off. I'll walk you." Bones smiled, looking away from Booth.
"Booth," Bones trailed off, wanting to say thank you as they walked.
"Bones, I wanna thank you. You saved my ass. The guys would hate me if they found out I couldn't play."
"No... Thank you. You saved my ass," They stopped next to the German classroom. "I couldn't have a detention."
"Why do you have to be so perfect all of the time?" Booth asked with his hands in his pocket. He spoke softly. Slowly he was appearing less intimidating and rude to her.
"I uhm... I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or an insult," Bones chuckled lightly.
"Just answer it. Why?" His voice became even softer. Bones bit her lip thinking how she could say it quickly. She looked up to answer, but then the door flew open.
"Angela," Bones turned to look at her friend coming out of the classroom.
"Hey, Temp..."
"I'll see you around, Bones," Booth squeezed her shoulder lightly and headed off in the direction from which they came.
"Why were you talking to Seeley Booth?" Angela asked after he disappeared around the corner. They were still in the hallway.
"He uhm, sort of walked me to class," Bones shook her head.
"Are you not telling me something?" Angela practically flipped out, thinking her best friend was keeping something from her. "Are you two talking?"
"What? Do you mean talking? No. We just... eh I'll tell you later."
"Well, I hope you two aren't talking. That senior, Cam... she has her eye on him. She's a real bitch."
"I don't like Booth," Bones laughed out loud, and then realized how ridiculous that lie sounded. "I'll see you later, Ang." Bones walked into her classroom and handed her teacher the pass before sitting down. 'That's ridiculous,' she thought sitting down. 'I can't even be attracted to someone like Seeley Booth. First of all this is the first time I ever talked to him... really talked to him. We didn't even really talk. We were about to really talk, but Ang interrupted. He did save my ass though,' she laughed out loud, attracting attention to fall on her. She smiled to everyone who watching her; she felt extremely embarrassed. 'He's never going to talk to me again, anyhow. And why should I talk to him?'
My first Bones Story! Oh... and I have nothing against Cam but she needs to be the conflict... along with their being a conflict with the different cliques.
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