Elizabeth Peterson, M.D.
Alias: Liz
Best friends: Gregory House and James Wilson
Age: 34
FLASHBACK!!! 20 years earlier, 8th grade
Ninth period language. Probably one of the most boring classes there is.
Before I fell asleep, something hit my head. I turned around and saw a paper airplane on the floor, then I looked at Greg, who mouthed "Wasn't me"
I gave him the "yeah right" look.
"MISS PETERSON!!!" The teacher yelled.
I spun around in my chair.
"Please stop flirting with Mr. House and start paying attention."
My jaw dropped. "WHAT?!?!?!?!"
'What crack is she smoking?' I thought.
The entire class burst into laughter, except Greg and me, of course, and my other best friend James. I sunk in my chair to try to keep the attention off of my face while I turned red. I didn't like Greg, but the fact that I always hung out with him gave people the wrong idea that we were dating. Rumours flew everywhere, even among teachers. Weren't they supposed to discourage those kinds of things?
'You know what, scratch that. What crack is everyone smoking?'
By the time class settled down, the bell rang. I was the first one out, then Lisa Cuddy followed after me. I hated her. Very much.
"Liz has got a boyfriend," she said in a sing-song voice.
"Go fuck yourself."
She stopped dead in her tracks and dropped her boos while I kept on walking to my locker
END OF FLASHBACK
Wilson and I started cracking up at that memory.
"Oh god, that was hilarious!!!" I said while trying, and I stress trying, not to laugh.
"Yeah, but that last line of yours is what probably made everyone confirm that either you had a crush on House or you two were dating."
"I know. I went too far with that one."
I feel bad for saying that to Lisa back then. I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally regret that because we're best of friends now.
"What're you two laughing about?"
I looked up to see Robert Chase.
"Nothing. Just a memory from when Wilson, House, and I were in junior high."
"How long ago was that? Fifty years?" He joked.
"No. Twenty." Wilson said.
"Jeez, lighten up, Wilson. He only meant it as a joke." I said. "Right?"
"Maybe."
I glared at him.
"Yes," he said quickly