The College Years.
By: Elizabeth B.
The sound of her staletoes clicked as she walked on the cheap tile floor, her pace wasn't too fast nor too slow, it was just right. Her walk showed confidence, constantly moving her hips in a rhythm. Her skin like porcelain, and her eyes blue with a hint of gray in them. The toned muscles in her legs were astonishing, every inch of was beautiful. She looked as if she were hand crafted by God himself, but House didn't believe in the whole "High Power" sort of thing, but as he stared at her down the hall from afar, he was seriously starting to rethink the God thing. She was absolutely breath taking. He was definitely impressed, actually impressed would be an understatement, he was amazed. Who was this girl? He asked himself, she must be an undergrad, because he's never seen her around here before. The doors to the outside creaked open and let it a bright flash of sun light as she walked out into the breezy summer air, the air from the outside creeped in, hitting his fare face to shake him from his thoughts. House had to figure out who this mystery girl was. So, at that moment he walked down the hall and the doors, he had just noticed that her scent had still lingered where she had walked there. The scent was intoxicating, she smelled citrusy, it was far more than House could handle. Once he had gone outside, his eyes danced around looking for her everywhere, until he saw her. She happened to be talking to some random people, that perhaps she had just run into. She seemed very timid, didn't seem like the type to have a big social life. House tried to keep himself unnoticed as he walked passed them again and again. Luckily, they didn't notice, for some reason they were too busy, which was a good thing, because he could just listen to their conversation. He listened, and all he heard was just boring chit-chat about classes they had signed up for. No wonder it looked like she didn't have a social life, because she was a complete book worm. All she talked about was school work and classes, it was ridiculous. Yes, House does want to be a doctor, but he never studied constantly or worked so hard he never had a social life. Clearly, she was a huge workaholic, choosing knowledge and books over her friends and college parties. House then decided at that point she wouldn't be interested him, so at that thought, he turned around and walked off.
The next day had gone by rather quickly, he went to class and went to lacrosse practice afterwards. He didn't practice though, at least that's what he thought. House thought he was the best of the best at everything. Whether it was sports, school, sex, drinking, he always thought he was the best. He wasn't bad at any of those things, he was certainly great but not the best. His team mates and him sprinted down the field doing drills. Cuddy watched from afar, watching as his lean body ran. His shorts dropping slightly over his hip bones, and the bottom of his shirt rising up a tad bit past his belly button, revealing a strip of hair below his belly button continuing on until his shorts cut it off. Little did House know that Lisa Cuddy was infatuated with him, she had heard about this supposedly "Legend" from a few friends of hers. She only saw him once, and that was the time in the hall, he hasn't even notice she looked at him for a half of second. Cuddy watched only this particular guy, he didn't look like a legend, she thought to herself. It didn't even seem like even anybody like him on his team, they only looked like they favored him when they needed him to score or get down the field to play defense. She figured this out by just watching him and his team mates playing a scrimmage game. Cuddy was weirdly disappointed she thought this man would be something worth watching, and he wasn't. Cuddy then frowned a tiny bit and walked off.