CHAPTER 2
House was furious.
He was furious at Cameron for sticking her nose in his business.
But he was the one who let her. Then in the same conversation, he somehow also managed to accuse her of being someone she's not.
He had hurt her once again with his words.
And he was furious at himself for caring that it did.
It's not the first time anyways. She'll get over it. Then an image of Cameron and a centrifuge crossed House's mind. He sighed. No, she'll probably cry her eyes out before that happens.
Slamming his PSP on his desk, House grabbed his cane and limped out of his office. He found Cameron in the lab, hunched over the counter with her back facing the door.
"I know you'd never go for Foreman. You're still hurt that he stole your article and doesn't want to be your friend. You wouldn't go for Wilson because he tells me everything. And you wouldn't trust anyone else in the hospital to keep your arrangement a secret."
House paused. "I was really hoping that you'd go for Cuddy though."
Cameron turned around to face House. She wanted to stay angry at him, but knew that this was his way of saying he was wrong. It was the closest thing to an apology she could ever get from him.
"House, it's okay. I'm fine." Cameron was too embarrassed to face him right now. I can't believe I just tried to convince him to have casual sex with me.
House stared into Cameron's eyes, fully knowing that she's nowhere near fine.
"Nine o'clock tonight. My apartment."
"What?" Cameron was confused.
"You said you are strong enough."
Cameron couldn't believe what House was suggesting after he had blatantly rejected her just fifteen minutes ago. She had told House, rather confidently, that she was strong enough. But if she were to be truly honest to herself, she would admit that there was a lot of doubt in that declaration.
Everybody lies.
At a loss for words, Cameron simply nodded. This could be her only chance with House, and no lie could stop her from taking it.
That was another lie. Nothing could.
"And for the record, I don't even like her. She drinks tea. You on the other hand, not only drink coffee, but make great coffee." House smirked before quickly limping his way to Wilson's office.