Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or anything from House, MD. And this story comes from my own mind. Any similarities to any other stories are purely coincidental. K Thanks!
A/N: This is completely AU, and I know that everyone from House would not be in the same high school. I know their ages, so please no flames, or for that matter reviews about that. Thank you! Anyways… I hope you like it! House isn't crippled in this either, unless I decide to change it lol. The ducklings are in 9th grade, and House, Wilson and Cuddy and in 11th grade. Breaks are Househousehouse. R&R, please!
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It was a warm, stormy day in early September when James Wilson walked into Mrs. Mortin's Chemistry class. It was 5th hour on the first day of school. Mrs. Mortin was sitting at her computer and when she heard James' sneakers squeaking on the school linoleum she said, "There's a seating chart on the counter."
This ought to be fun, James thought, peering at the seating chart. It was going to be a small class. He was seated in the back row, 2nd seat from the right. He surveyed the room and saw a few eager looking kids in the front row.
One of them was a pretty young girl with dark brown hair. She was nervously twining a piece of hair around her fingers. She gave him a weak smile. Next to her was a boy with thick blond hair that flopped into his green eyes. He was leaning back in his chair and pretending like he didn't have a care in the world. The last one in the front row was an African American kid who was busy searching for something in his pencil case.
James looked back at the seating chart and saw that they were freshmen. Whoa, they must be smart, he thought. Freshmen in a junior chemistry class.
He noticed a girl with wavy brown hair in the row off to the right. She looked very serious, like all she cared about was getting a good grade. The seating chart confirmed her status in the 11th grade, like Wilson.
He shifted his messenger bag on his shoulder and made his way to his seat. Sitting down, he watched the few other kids in the class trickle in, and every one the teacher said, "There's a seating chart on the counter." She obviously didn't have much of a sense of humor.
The bell rang and Mrs. Mortin finally turned around and got up from her chair. "Welcome to first semester Chemistry. I am Mrs. Mortin; I trust you're in the right class." They all nodded. "Whoa, this is a small class. 14 people. We're missing one person, it seems. Gregory House." As soon as she said the name, a kid skidded into the room.
He had scruffy brown hair and was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and over it a hooded jacket. "Here." He said and slouched his way into the classroom. "Well, if it isn't Mrs. Mortin."
She sneered. "If it isn't Gregory House. Here to take this class yet again, I see. What is this, the third time?"
"Actually, yes. It is. Nice to see you again." He referenced the seating chart on the counter and said, "Never could read these things. Where's 'James Wilson'? Kind of a pansy sounding name…" he muttered under his breath. Mrs. Mortin put her hand over her eyes and said, "James, please raise your hand."
James raised his hand meekly. "Ahh, hello there, Jimmy." Greg shifted his blue backpack and made his way to the chair next to him. He sat down and stuck out a hand. James narrowed his eyes. "I'm Greg, Jimmy. Nice to meet you."
Mrs. Mortin shook her head and said, "Attendance, first."
James shook Greg's hand and said quietly, "It's James, actually. Not Jimmy. Nice to meet you." Greg nodded and said, "We're gonna have fun together, Jimmy. Lab partners, of course. Think of all the things we could blow up…" James paled a bit.
"OK. Alexander Arel." Mrs. Mortin called out.
"Here." Said a kid sitting off to the side.
"Ben Baisely." "Here."
"Allison Cameron?" said Mrs. Mortin.
"Here." Said the pretty brown haired freshman in the front row. Allison, James thought.
"Lisa Cuddy?" "Present." Said the serious looking girl. Um, wow. James thought.
"Robert Chase?" "Here." Said the blond haired boy next to Allison with a clipped British sounding accent. No, wait. James thought. Perhaps it was a soft Australian accent.
"Eric Foreman?" "Here." Said the African American boy quietly. He sounds ok, thought James.
"Gregory, we've already established your presence." Said Mrs. Mortin dryly. He nodded happily.
She read off 7 more names before saying, "James Wilson? I think we know you're here, too." He nodded and politely said "I'm here." Mrs. M. beamed at James. Teachers loved him.
"Shit, it's hot in here. Why can't this damn school get some air conditioning or something?" Greg questioned loudly, much to the anger of Mrs. Mortin.
"GREGORY!" She yelled. He turned and smiled evilly at James.
Oh, yeah, James thought. It's going to be quite an interesting semester with this guy next to me…
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A/N: What do you think? R&R! This is like a typical day in my chem. class lol. Let me know what you think.
