She paid the cashier and turned around headed back towards the table where her friends were sitting. She did not take a full step, however, before colliding with something hard and warm.

"Oh, sorry," she said, not really looking into the face of the person who she had just bumped into, mainly because she was eye level with his chest. She regretted apologizing quickly, after she realized that it was his fault for standing so closely behind her. She was about to walk around him, but he stopped her by placing his hands on her hips, and holding her in her place.

This made her look up at him. She stared at him with a half annoyed half confused expression on her face, as he smirked down at her.

"Don't be sorry," he told her. "I actually kinda liked it."

The confusion left her face as she became fully annoyed. "Do I know you?" she asked, as she removed his hands from her hips. He smiled inwardly. It was good to know that she hadn't already been warned about him.

"Greg House," he said extending his hand to her. "And you are?"

"Not interested," she said coldly before rolling her eyes and walking past him.

He quickly drew back his hand, not wanting anyone to see that he had just gotten played, as he turned and watched her walk back to the table and join her friends. He looked back to the table that Danny was at and the boy's mouth was opened in disbelief. The boy just shrugged his shoulders, expecting his friend to come back and join him. Instead Greg decided to follow Lisa back to the table with her friends. He pulled up a chair from the table across from them and sat at the end of the table.

"House, " he said introducing himself with a smile, as he extended his hand to the red head. He figured the two girls wouldn't know him either, since their friend didn't. She looked at her friends across from her and furrowed her brow in confusion before reluctantly placing her hand in his.

"Becca," she said with an unsure, yet amused smile. He studied her face quickly. She was a pretty girl, long red hair, green eyes and the cutest little freckles splayed over her nose. He then turned to the blond.

"Hou-," he started extending his hand.

"Greg House," she interrupted him with a smile. "I know who you are. I'm Kelly," she finished also taking his hand.

He wasn't sure if it was a good thing that Kelly had heard of him or not. He decided it couldn't be too much of a bad thing being that she smiled at him, shook his hand, and actually introduced herself. She was also a pretty girl, with shorter blond hair and crystal blue eyes, a little lighter than his own. None of the girls, however, came anywhere close to being as beautiful or hot as their friend, whose name he still hadn't gotten.

"Are you going to hit on my friends now?" the brown haired girl asked him, obviously annoyed by his presence. He smiled at her, but ignored her and turned back to her friends.

"Now that we know each other," he said turning back to the blond and the red head, "would you mind introducing me to your friend."

She just glared at him as he continued to smile at her. Kelly took it upon herself to do the introductions, since she had already known more about House than the other two girls.

"House this is Lisa Cuddy," she said motioning towards her friend, "Lisa this is Greg House. The guy I was telling you about."

"Nice to meet you," he tried again.

"Wish I could say the same," she answered back. He made a sad face, pretending that he was hurt by her comment, but the truth was, she was only encouraging him by 'playing hard to get', as he would call it. It would only make the sex so much better for him, hearing her scream his name, knowing that she had rejected him so adamantly before.

"So," he continued, with renewed enthusiasm. "What are we getting into tonight?"

The blond and the red head just looked at each other with intrigued smiles, while Lisa looked at him in disbelief. Had he really just invited himself along to spend the rest of the night with her and her friends?

"Thanks," she said quietly, breaking her stare off with him as the waitress placed the food in front of her.

"So you do have manners," he said turning his attention back to her. "Why aren't you that nice to me?"

She rolled he eyes at him. She didn't really have anything against him, but she was still annoyed by the way he had approached her at the counter. She rolled her eyes at him and started to eat her food.

"What's up man?" she heard another male voice say. "You just gonna leave me hanging like that?"

She looked up to see a hansom, black haired, brown eyed boy. He was slender like his friend, but seemed a little less muscular than him.

"Sorry," Greg said, before beginning to point out the girls. "Danny this is Becca, Kelly, and Lisa…" he said letting her name linger on his lips a little longer than the other girls'. She noticed it, but ignored him, knowing he was just trying to get to her. "This is Danny," he finished after not getting a response from her.

"Ladies," Danny said with a smile. "May I?" he asked turning to Becca.

"Sure," she said scooting over so he could take a seat next to her in the booth.

Lisa sat quietly finishing her food, joining in occasionally as the others around her picked up a conversation. She was thankful that Danny was more humble than his friend. She had fun getting out of her room for the evening, but figured she would have had more fun if it wasn't for Greg and the witty remarks he geared towards her, that she figured were meant to be compliments. She excused herself, after about an hour and a half, figuring she should get back to her books. Surprisingly Greg offered to walk back with her, since it had started getting dark, but she declined. So he offered that they all go back together, knowing that she was declining only because it was him.

Once they reached the door to the suite that she shared with the other two girls, she went straight to her room to work on her paper, leaving them in the common living area. She had been in her room for about thirty minutes, before she heard a soft knock on the door. She looked up from the paper on her desk and over to the door, that was starting to open slowly.

"Can I come in?" Greg asked as he peeked in from the other side of the door.

"No," she said plainly turning back to the paper on her desk.

"Thanks," he said coming in anyway.

He closed the door behind him and looked around the dimly lit room. There was a small bed in the far corner of the room and right under the window next to it was a small bookshelf that was filled with what seemed to be books for school, and other books that she seemed to be reading on her own. He smiled seeing that they already had one thing in common. There was an identical bookshelf next to the door that housed a stereo on its top shelf and a few trinkets and pictures. The walls were filled with posters and more pictures. She sat at a small desk on the wall opposite the bed, not acknowledging his presence. Her face was serious as she looked from the book to the page she was writing on. She leaned on the desk with her right elbow, and rested her head against her right hand that was strewn through her hair holding the curls out of her face.

"Do you always look so serious when you're doing school work?" he asked her.

"Do you always feel up random strangers then barge into their bedrooms?" she asked not taking her eyes away from the book.

"Only on good nights," he said. He smiled when he saw her fight against the smile that threatened her face.

"So you do have a sense of humor," he said walking over to the bed and taking a seat.

"What do you want?" she asked him.

"You."

"'Sorry," she replied quickly, not fazed by the bluntness of his flirting. "Not an option."

"Why not?"

"Not my type."

"I'm everybody's type."

"Exactly," she said turning around to face him with a sarcastic smile.

He looked at her for a while studying her, before speaking. "Ohh, I get it. You can't handle the competition."

"I can handle the competition just fine," she told him. "I just don't want to."

"Hmph," he said thoughtfully, before studying the books on the bookshelf closer. "Biology…Premed?"

"Yup," she told him, turning back to her paper.

'Two things in common,' he thought to himself. "Need any help studying?"

"If I do, you'll be the last person I call."

"Why?" he asked with a small chuckle. "I'm actually pretty good at this stuff."

"Yeah I heard. I also heard how you got kicked out of Hopkins."

"But I got into Hopkins," he told her reminding her of the fact. "I also got into Michigan."

"Let me guess," she said turning around to face him. "I guess the next thing you plan on getting into is my pants."

He waggled his brow suggestively, letting her know he was okay with it if she was.

"I think you should leave," she told him. She got up and opened the door for him. He stared at her for a little while before getting up and walking out. He turned around to say something, but she closed the door in his face, locking it.


The next couple of weeks went by without them crossing paths again. Danny had called them to come over a couple of times, but she had declined, letting her friends go without her. She figured Greg had given up since she hadn't heard from him. She had learned a lot more about him from Kelly and Becca. The guy was actually a pretty brilliant doctor. Well not a doctor, because he hadn't graduated med school yet, but he was well on his way. It was a shame, she thought, that such brilliance was wasted on such an asshole… a pretty nice body too. After the anger had subsided that night, she couldn't help but to remember how good he looked, and how good his body felt the night she had bumped into him in the café. Luckily, she could see through all of that and not get caught up in him like all the other girls he came across.

It was the first day of midterm week and Lisa was coming out of one test, and on her way to the library to study. She was walking across the crowded campus, navigating around the skateboarders, large crowds, and everything else going on around her. She was walking too fast and missed her step and was about to fall flat on her face. She dropped all of her books, as she prepared to catch herself, but instead, felt a strong arm around her waist keeping her from hitting the ground. She was a little embarrassed, but thankful for the arm and its owner for saving her from either further embarrassment.

"Watch it," she heard a familiar voice say, making her look up to see who it was. She was met with a pair of familiar blue eyes. His expression grew a little more serious, as he realized who she was.

"Thanks," she said quietly, cheeks turning read at the fact that someone she actually knew witnessed her little accident. She leaned on him to straighten herself up before pulling herself out of his arms. She bent down to pick up her books, and he stooped to help her.

"You should really be more careful, Lisa," he said emphasizing her name with a smile.

"Hey Lisa," Danny said, making her notice the crowd of people Greg had been standing with. "What's up?"

"Sadly midterms," she said turning her attention back to Greg, whose eyes were still fixated on her.

"Haven't seen you in awhile," he told her.

"Well I'm just that lucky," she responded.

"Greg," another girl said walking up to them, obviously not comfortable with the way he was staring at the other girl. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

She wrapped one arm around his waist and put the other on his chest pressing her body against his, as if claiming her territory. He instinctively wrapped his arm around her. She was a pretty girl with long dark blonde hair that was pulled up into a ponytail. She had green eyes, a small nose and thin lips. Despite her attractive features, she obviously felt a little threatened by Lisa. Probably because Greg wasn't too quick to let go of her when he caught her.

"Uhh," he started, finally taking his eyes away from Lisa. "Karen this is Lisa. Lisa, Karen."

"Nice to meet you," Lisa said with a smile as she extended her hand to the girl.

"Same here," she replied with a not so genuine smile.

"Well I have to go," Lisa said gesturing to the books in her hands. "I've got four more tests this week."

She turned around and started again towards the library, unaware of the eyes on her as she walked away.

"Huh?" he said turning to Karen after hearing her call his name in a not so nice tone. From the look on her face, he figured that he had been unintentionally ignoring her as he watched Lisa leave.

"I said where do you know her from?" she asked letting him know that she was repeating herself and she wasn't pleased about it.

"She's friends with some girls Danny met at the café," he told her, converting the truth, then decided to change the subject. "So are we still on for tonight."


She walked up the steps of the library a little flustered, by the biology test she had gotten back earlier that day. She had failed her midterm. Luckily for her the test didn't count for much more percentage points than the other tests had. But it still counted for a lot and she had some serious work to do in order to make up for it. She would start by going to the library and reviewing all the concepts she had gotten wrong on the mid term. She went up to the fourth floor of the library and found a spot next to the wall in one of the many secluded cubicles throughout the room. She sat down quietly with her cup of coffee, knowing she would be there for a while. She went into her bag and pulled out her notes, her biology book, and the test she had just gotten back. She pulled out a thin gray jacket and put it on trying to warm herself against the coolness of the room.

Two hours later she was still sitting in the same spot, growing more frustrated, having not made it half way through the test. She silently cursed her high school for being so easy to the point she never had to study. She knew that the material shouldn't be that hard, but she wasn't used to studying. Everything always came easy to her, so she never had to study. She wished she had those study skills now. She felt like she was reviewing aimlessly, as nothing was sticking the way she wanted it to. She was about to give up when a sudden unwanted, but definitely needed distraction pulled up a chair on side of her.

"Hey," he said not really trying to be quiet. "How's it going?"

She looked at him, knowing she should have been annoyed by his loudness, but a little to frustrated with herself to really care.

"Not good," she mumbled in a whisper.

"What's wrong?" he asked, drawing a bunch of shushes from the people around them.

She didn't say anything and handed him her test. He looked it over for a minute before placing it back on the desk in front of her.

"So?" he said rather loudly.

"So?" she questioned growing more frustrated by his dismissive attitude towards the subject. "I failed my biology test."

"I got kicked out of med school, remember?" he replied.

"Yeah, well at least you got there," she said disappointedly turning back to the books.

"Are you dumb?" he asked her, already knowing the answer. He had managed to go through some of her previous test papers the night they had went back to her dorm room.

"What?" she asked not really noticing her tone any more. The guy in the cubicle across from her shot them an angry glare and she apologized as he repeated himself.

"Are you dumb?" he repeated. "Are you an idiot?"

"No, I'm not an idiot," she told him. "And keep your voice down."

"Then why are you sitting here acting like you are?" he asked her.

"I'm not...," she started but he cut her off.

"Yes you are," he told her. "You're sitting here kicking yourself and telling yourself that you aren't smart enough to get into medical school. And if you aren't smart enough to get into medical school, its obvious you're not smart enough to be a doctor."

She just stared at him, knowing he had a point.

"You can not be an idiot, and still not be smart enough to be a doctor," she informed him.

"I know that, but I think you're smart enough," he told her.

"Sorry to disappoint you," she said, "but I'm going to have a hard time getting into med school after failing biology."

"You haven't failed biology," he told her. She didn't reply, she just stared at the book, not really reading anything from it. She was feeling sorry for herself, and he hated seeing people like that. He didn't like it when people played the 'victim role'.

"Com'on," he said closing her book and stacking her notes and the test on top of it.

"What?... Where are we going?" she asked him, as he took her hand and pulled her up out of her seat. She grabbed her backpack and started to walk with him.

"Since you've probably been in here forever, we're going to get something to eat, then we're going to come back here and I'm going to help you study," he said still holding her hand as he led them out of the library.