The Heart's World

Part One

Chapter Two: The One Where Greg Accepts a Dare

Secretly, two tear-stained brown eyes watched as the silver Focus backed out of the space besides them, the passenger watching the driver closely. Leaning back, Lisa turned her head slightly, keeping her eyes on the passenger side door of the silver car.

"Lisa," Allison reached across the seat, "it's okay, Greg didn't mean too."

"Didn't mean to?" Lisa whirled around, her eyes blazing as she faced Allison, "What do you mean, 'he didn't mean to?' Of course he meant to! When does Greg not mean anything?" Allison stepped from the car and walked around it, opening the drivers side door.

"Get out Lisa, I'm driving. You make yourself look more presentable for physics class." Narrowing her eyes, Allison watched as Lisa stepped from the car and made her way around the boot, before dropping sadly into the passenger seat. She shrugged off her jacket and rubbed her eyes, smearing her mascara. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small make-up case, reapplying her mascara and a thin layer of pale pink lipstick.

"Lipstick?" Allison asked, as she started the car, "Trying to impress Greg?" Lisa slammed the make-up bag on the dashboard, turning to face Allison, who suddenly looked startled. Her eyes were blazing and suddenly, Lisa Cuddy looked much scarier than her outwards nature showed.

"Don't," she growled, "mention Greg in my presence again. Do you hear me?"

Allison nodded slowly, and as sudden realization hit her, and she closed her eyes, starting up Lisa's Miata and backing out of the space. She took in Lisa's appearance; a rather low-cut blue blouse, which accented her curves in all the right places; a knee-length jean skirt which was a looser, more flowing material than normal, which rested on her legs; and simple black flip-flops. "Lisa Evelyn Cuddy," Allison began, choosing her words carefully, "are you sure about what you just said?"

Noticing the use of her full name, Lisa nodded, pulling her elbow-length hair into a loose bun at the base of her neck. Her eyes flashed slightly as Allison shot her a look of pure disbelief, but she shrugged.

"How could I not," Lisa tried to keep her temper under control, as Allison parked the car in the only empty space left nearest to the building their physics class was in – right next to a black Honda motorcycle. Lisa's eyes met Allison's, "You're doing this to torture me aren't you?" She sighed, looking longingly at the motorcycle.

"You want him," Allison hissed, brushing past Lisa on her way towards the door. Breathing a sigh of relief, Lisa closed her eyes, and nodded slowly, a sly smile spreading across her lips.

"Of course I do," she whispered, "I always want him." Lisa opened her eyes and frowned slightly as Allison's laughter, and spun on her heel, hearing someone clear their throat behind her.

"Lise," Greg whispered in her ear, "this is my motorcycle, do you mind moving for a second?" He asked, dropping his bag onto the ground between their two cars. Looking around, Lisa mentally cursed herself, seeing that Allison had caught up with James by the door and the two disappeared inside. Shifting her weight onto her left foot, Lisa watched as Greg dropped a half-eaten sandwich in the trash and picked up his bag.

Butterflies took off in her stomach as Greg slipped his arm around her waist, and she felt sparks shoot up her side as his fingers brushed the waist of her skirt. Smiling, she shifted her bag on her shoulder and looked up at Greg, trying to avoid his eyes.

"You just can't keep yourself away from me can you Lise?" Greg asked, smiling wickedly. He dropped a kiss onto her neck and squeezed her hand.

They walked towards the building in silence, even the people around them looked closely, surprised to see the two of them walking towards class hand in hand. The butterflies in Lisa's stomach continued as one girl whispered to her friend, "So the punk finally got the girl." Greg's hand squeezed hers and he glanced at Allison and James, who were watching from outside the classroom.

"No," Greg dropped Lisa's hand and picked up his pace, grabbing the door and disappearing down the hallway.

"Greg," Lisa sighed, "wait! We need to talk." She called, hurrying after him.

Watching the two go, James Wilson smiled, and turned to Allison, who had the same mysterious smile on her face. Stepping closer, Allison smiled, "Any ideas no how to get those two together? I might have a few, but we've got to plan now, and during class. Sit with me, and make sure Greg and Lisa sit together." James nodded, hurrying into the classroom, hoping to stall Greg from entering.

Sighing, Allison smiled as Greg slipped into the classroom, closing the door behind him. Turning, his eyes caught Lisa's and he made his way across the back of the classroom, sitting in the chair besides her. Lisa looked towards Greg and sighed, then pointedly turned around and glared at Allison, who shrugged, "Cupid must be busy today." She laughed as Greg slid his chair closer to Lisa's, so now their legs were touching when she turned back around in her seat.

"So," Allison sighed, now about two hours later in the class, "if they aren't together, then tell me what to do." She hissed to James, who quietly tore a half-sheet of paper form his notebook. Scribbling down his ideas, he slipped it into Allison's hand.

"So … that it? You're going to dare Greg to ask Lisa out, for a week?" Allison whispered, trying to suppress a laugh. Nodding, James pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open.

"I'll text him," Greg added as his fingers typed out the short message. Allison read over his shoulder; "Ask LC out. AC and I pay you. $50 she says yes. Go out for one week, you have to kiss in front of us. JW"

"He's never going to do that! And Lisa will, never ever, in a million years, kiss Greg, on the lips, in front of us." Allison whispered as James hit the send button on his phone, and two seconds later, they watched as Greg pulled out his phone, skimmed the text message, turned to the two of them, and, to their surprise, nodded. Allison had to muffle her shriek as Greg leaned forwards, peering over Lisa's shoulder as she wrote.

"Lise," Greg whispered, "I …" He looked up, seeing the physics teacher looking towards him, "I was asking Lisa a question about what you just said Mr. Daly." He responded, straightening up.

"Miss Cuddy," Mr. Daly turned to her, "Mr. House asking you a question related to this class right?" Lisa blushed slightly and nodded, trying not to ignore the eyes of everyone in the class on her.

"Now ..." Mr. Daly turned back to the class, but didn't miss Greg's next actions as he reached up to brush a strand of Lisa's hair out of her face.

"Greg," Lisa warned, "stop flirting with me." She turned to face Allison, "Please, let me switch with you today..." she trailed off as James shook his head, sliding slightly closer to Allison. Mr. Daly glanced towards the clock, then sighed, facing his class.

"Fifteen minutes, everyone needs to be back by then." He sighed, watching as the majority of the class hurried from the room.

Lisa watched as Allison elbowed James then rose, making her way towards the door. James, she noticed, winked at Greg, then hurried to catch up with Allison, who was waiting by the door.

"Lise," Greg sighed, "you know I wasn't really going to ask you about the lesson." He sighed, trying to avoid her eyes.

"What is it then Greg?" Lisa asked, looking slightly worried. She reached across the desk and took his hand, noticing how it was shaking slightly.

"Well, Lise," Greg looked into her eyes, lowering his voice slightly, "I've … well...had strong feelings for you, for a while now."

"Meaning?" Lisa whispered, not daring to believe what Greg was saying.

"I think I'm in love with you Lisa Cuddy," Greg whispered, leaning forwards, awkwardly wrapping an arm around her waist. He smiled, "Do you want a ride home today?"

"I've got the Miata Greg," Lisa whispered, smiling shyly, "Or else I would. Unless … maybe Allison can take it back. I can ask her when class lets out."

"Ask me what?" Allison dropped into the chair besides Lisa. Greg met James' eye and nodded, smiling, mouthing the words "Not so bad..."

"So," Greg turned to James, "when are you asking Allison out?"

"What?!" Allison gapped at James, whose eyes were narrowed, "If anything, when are you and Lisa going to go out?" Greg smiled, leaning forwards and wrapping his arms around Lisa's waist.

"We are," he smiled, kissing Lisa's cheek.

"Speaking of which," Lisa looked towards Allison, "I'm stopping by Greg's on the way home, can you bring the Miata back?" Allison nodded, exchanging a smirk with James as Greg brushed his lips against Lisa's cheek.