Okay everyone, I still plan on working on Gravity, however this story has taken hold of my muse and will not let it be, and so…. I must move forward with this fic, however before you start to read, here are a few things you should know…
1. I'm throwing A TON of canon out the window! So if you're a stickler for that kind of thing, this might not be the story for you. Mind you, I will have some canon….as long as it helps in my evil plan to make you LOVE my little version of Huddy even more than the original lol.
2. I'm shrinking down the age difference so that House is only one year older than Cuddy.
3. This fic will follow House and Cuddy from High School, to College, possibly an inbetween time and later to PPTH
4. Unlike some of the writers on House MD, Cuddy will not be made into a doormat (she's much stronger that that) and House will not venture into super EMO land. I will include his addiction to the vicodin just not as annoyingly hardcore as the TPTB loved to do.
5. Remember this is fanfiction….so yeah…no copyright infringement blah blah blah..
6. Above all else ...sit back, relax and enjoy. If you don't find yourself doing that...stop reading this fic and go outside for some fresh air :P
Chapter 1
On the second floor of a traditional colonial house with a white picket fence, Lisa Cuddy races around her room at a frenzied pace, the alarm clock radio beside her bed, blaring music from the speaker as she rushes over to her closet.
Moving on the floor now babe you're a bird of Paradise
Cherry ice-cream smile…. I suppose it's very nice
With a step to your left and a flick to the right
You catch that mirror way out west
You know you're something special and you look like you're the best…
She was running late for her first day at school, the fact that she had snuck out of the house last night and had stayed out until nearly two am, the cause for her sleeping through the alarm this morning.
"Lisa, hurry up, you're going to be late!" Her mother Arlene yells up the steps to her.
"Five minutes mom!" Lisa yells back, grabbing her shoes.
It's Lisa's junior year at the Catholic high school where she is one of only a handful of Jewish students, the reputation of the school's academic program the reason why her parents had sent her there in the first place.
After slipping on her shoes, Lisa checks herself out in the full length mirror inside of her bedroom.
Her long dark hair is pulled back into a pony tail, loose curls running down her back, her makeup is flawless, as she has perfected the art of applying just enough to enhance her features without going overboard, her white, short sleeved, button up shirt is tailored to hug her curves, her cleavage mostly hidden, but presenting a nice view to anyone who glances her way at just the right angle.
Smoothing out the maroon and black plaid skirt she is wearing with her hands, Lisa eyeballs the length of it, knowing she is pushing the school dress code by taking up the hem three inches above her knees, however she also knows there will be several other girls at her school who have altered their skirts noticeably higher than hers, and that by playing the odds, she should be okay.
Turning sideways, she admires the shoes she has just put on, the black high heels with sexy straps that clasp around each of her ankles showing off her toned calves. She smiles at the notion that she has one upped the school board when it comes to her choice of shoes as no matter how "inappropriate" the may seem, these shoes are in fact within the school's dress policy, something she researched thoroughly before purchasing them.
It wasn't that she was a bad girl, or the type of person who ran around giving the middle finger to anyone in an authoritative role, however a policy stating that a pair of shoes, or the length of your skirt could have negative impact on your scholastic performance or….. god forbid….your morale fiber…was just plain idiotic to her.
Her name is Rio, she don't need to understand
And I might find her if I'm looking like I can
Oh Rio, Rio hear them shout across the land
From mountains in the north down to the Rio Grande
"Lisa!" Her mother shouts up the stairs again.
"Coming!" Lisa yells back, shutting off the radio and slinging her school bag over her shoulder before running down the stairs.
"Don't speed." Arlene warns to her daughter, handing her a pair of keys as well as an apple.
Arlene Cuddy is a tall, strikingly beautiful woman. Her long blonde hair pulled back into a barrette, her daughter inheriting the coloring of her eyes as well as her nose.
"I won't." Lisa promises, grabbing the items from her mother before running out the back door.
Starting up the engine of the 67 red mustang, Lisa smiles as the car roars to life, the V8 motor under the hood is sexy and powerful, and …..built for the type of speed her mother had warned her about. The fact that she had been able to convince both of her parents to let her purchase the vehicle regardless of the potential dangers, one of her greatest accomplishments to date.
Backing out of the driveway Lisa honks the horn and gives a wave to her mother, who will soon be leaving the house as well for her job as a real estate agent. Once she reaches the two lane highway that will take her school, Lisa presses her foot down on the gas pedal, expertly shifting gears and bringing the car up to seventy without even breaking a sweat.
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Tossing the apple core into the trash can outside of the Christ our Savior Catholic high school, Lisa looks up at the outstretch hands of the statue of Jesus who is hovering above her, ominously welcoming her.
Only two more years of blasphemy until we both never have to see each other again, she thinks to herself with a smartass grin before stepping inside of the school.
She's more than halfway to her locker when she hears someone trying to get her attention.
"Hey, Lisa…...Lisa!" A male voice says from behind her.
She glances over her shoulder, seeing Tom Adams, the school's premier linebacker and undisputed star of the auto shop class, trying to catch up to her. Instead of stopping for him however, she keeps going, knowing he'll eventually reach her.
The athletically blessed boy weaves his way around his other classmates in the hall, nearly knocking over a freshmen in order to catch up with Lisa Cuddy.
"Damn, how do you walk so fast in those heels?" The boy says as he adjusts to her gate.
"Practice," Lisa tells him casually, "So what's up Tom?" she asks.
Tom is a senior and is built like a mac truck, however in contrast to his colossal size, the boy is soft spoken and with a gentle nature about him.
"Did you hear about Jason's party on Saturday?" He asks her as they continue on down the hallway together, passing the kids already at their lockers.
"I heard rumors about Jason's parents going out of town. So it's confirmed then?"
"Yeah, the party's definitely on. And well, I was wondering if maybe you can get us a keg?"
Lisa stops in her tracks, leaning closer to the boy.
"Tom, a keg is a very tall order. Exactly what do I get in return for such a risk?" She questions.
"Anything you want." Tom says in a faraway voice as he looks down her shirt.
"Focus Tom." She warns him, lifting his chin up with her fingertips so they are once more eye to eye.
"Shit….sorry about that." He says with a sheepish grin.
She rolls her eyes at him.
"You're forgiven; just remember that most girls like you to look in the eyes and not at their boobs."
"Yeah, I know. So what do you want in exchange for getting us the keg?" He says, trying to move on as quickly as he can from the embarrassing moment.
Lisa bites down on her bottom lip, contemplating her choices.
"Well ….my car needs washed, and detailed, and it is due for an oil change as well." She suggests.
"Done." Tom says without hesitation.
"Good, then it's a deal, but I do need someone who has a pickup truck to help out with the keg."
"I'll borrow Jason's truck off of him."
"Okay, I'll call you later tonight with the details." Lisa confirms as they arrive at her locker.
"Great. Hey by the way… how's the Stang running?" He asks.
"She's purrs like a kitten. Thanks to you of course." Lisa replies with a smile, watching with amusement as a blush suddenly washes over Tom's face.
Tom had given the engine of her mustang a complete overhaul in shop class after she first bought and after she had secured a few cases of beer, as well as five or so Playboy magazines for him and his bodyshop crew, her complement on his mechanical ability just now, apparently something that he cared very deeply about.
"Great….welll…..I'lll …I'll talk to you tonight." Tom manages to say, nearly falling on his ass as he tries to maintain eye contact with her while turning around.
Lisa waits until Tom is gone before letting out a soft chuckle as the power a pair of breasts can have on the opposite sex is something that never ceases to amaze her.
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It is after her first class, and when she is walking down the hallway to second period that Lisa makes eye contact with Jason Winters who is coming towards her from the opposite end of the hall. Jason is a junior and the star quarterback of the football team. He is tall, standing at six foot two and with broad shoulders, jet black hair and the kind of chiseled features that make every girl in this school go weak in the knees. As they pass each other in the hall amid the crowd of students heading for their own classes, his fingers touch hers for the briefest of seconds, the small, tightly folded note he has placed inside of her palm, done discretely so no one else can see.
She waits until she is in her Physics class to open up the note, which reads simply.
Okay.
The note from the quarterback is a response to a place and time she had suggested to him yesterday after school. She tucks the note inside her of her purple Trapper Keeper and then opens her Physics book to the page Mister Daniels will be reviewing with them today. The rest of her classmates are still settling in as she looks over at the window and to the world outside, the sun shining brightly through the clouds, the trees swaying gently in the soft breeze on this early autumn day.
She can't wait to be out of this place, away from the drudgery and drama of high school and on her way to college, her dream of becoming a physician, the most important thing in the world to her.
"Okay class, before we start, I'd like to introduce our newest student, Greg House."
Her eyes follow the voice of her teacher and to the front of the classroom where a tall boy, with a slim build and brown hair is standing.
The boy looks uncomfortable and like he would rather be anyplace but here….she knows that feeling all too well.
He's dressed in the usual Catholic uniform garb, consisting of black dress pants, a white, short sleeved dress shirt and a maroon tie, however she notices (as she's sure everyone else in the class has as well) that the boys shirt is painfully wrinkled, she can also see that under the dress shirt, he's wearing a dark t-shirt, a clear violation of the dress code.
They make eye contact, his bright blue eyes zoning in on her like laser, but then moving away from her just as quickly as they had arrived.
"Greg, you can go ahead and take a seat at the back of the class." Mister Daniels says.
The back of the class just happens to be where Lisa is sitting, the empty desk beside her, now being filled by him.
"Junior?" She whispers over to him and to those amazing blue eyes of his.
"Senior." The boy responses before his eyes lower to her legs, which are crossed at the ankles
She smiles when his eyes return to her face, Greg House is a bad boy, of that she is certain, even though they've just met.
The question that remains however is just how long he'll hold her interest, as most of the bad boys she has encountered in the past were great to have some fun with, but then quickly cast aside by her as their lack of any type of intellectual promise left her bored and ready for the next adventure.
Before either of them can speak another word to each other Mr Daniels walks down the aisle towards them, spouting off his lesson of the day to the class. After the teacher turns and makes his way back to the front of the class, she glances over at Greg House again.
He's no longer looking at her, his head turned towards the long block of windows separating them from the world outside. She wonders if he longs to be free of this place just as much as she does, she wonders if the tall boy with blue eyes will be enough of a distraction to get her through her junior year of high school as her latest conquest is proving to be as boring as the drone of Mr Daniels voice as he continues to teach his lesson.