Lisa Cuddy. Perfect cheerleader. Every girl would kill to be her, every guy would kill to be with her. Just because she was a cheerleader, did not necessarily mean bitch. She fought for what she wanted, but she didn't usually have to fight that hard to get it. She took pride in her perfect grades, perfect attendence, and all around perfection. She was nice, pretty, had lots of friends, but no guy could hold her attention.

Greg House. Badass. Girls loved his rebeliousness, and complexity. He rode a motorcycle, played the guitar, and no one really knew it except for teachers, but he got straight A's. That's the only reason he got accepted to so many schools. He caused lots of trouble, and moved around a lot. Very mysterious, something else the girls loved. Rude, abrasive, that somehow attracted them as well, but made the guys want to beat the hell out of him. They never did, he was too fit for anyone to take him on in a fight, and he would completely smear them if they came after him in a group. While he liked that he had every girl on campass' attention, no one could keep it for long. It was a game, and it was always over too quickly.

Lisa was sitting with her friends on a table by the parking lot, "Oh my god, Lise." One of her friends whispered. "Greg House is looking at you."

"He is not." She smiled. Two of her friends nodded. Lisa looked where they were, Greg House was sitting on his bike, arms resting on the handle bars, looking at her. "Oh my god, he is. What should I do?"

"Act natural." She nodded, they went back to talking, not very subtly glancing at him. After lunch was over, Lisa and one of her friends walked to their next class. "Cuddy. Cuddy! Damn girl." House put his hand on her hip. Both her and her friend's eyes went wide. Lisa turned around, "You don't stop when people call you?"

"You were yelling 'Cuddy', my name's Lisa." She corrected with surprising attitude. Cuddy was shocked herself, but House seemed amused.

"Well, Lisa, I wanted to know if you wanted to get pizza or something later."

"Sorry," same attitude, "not interested." Why the hell did I say that?

"Aw, all the girls love me."

"You need to get over yourself," What's wrong with me? "I don't like you." She turned around.

"Cuddy." She opened her mouth to correct him, but when she turned around, he pressed his lips to her. Her eyes involuntarily closed, Dammit! a part of her brain said. "You like me," he said smugly. "After school?" He asked, already walking backwards towards his next class. "I'll take your stunned silence as a 'yes'." He smirked, then turned so he could see where he was going.