Lisa rolled out of bed at about twelve. She saw that she was still alone in the house, Greg nor Danny had returned home yet. She looked out of the window to see a dark gray sky that looked like it was about to open up at any moment. She went to take a shower and found one of Greg's t-shirts and a pair of his sweats, both which were too big for her, and pulled them on. She searched around his room looking for some type of lotion to moisturize her skin after using the skin drying guy soap. She pulled open the top drawer of his nightstand and found some boxes of condoms. Some of them unopened, and others were missing some. She felt a small flutter of panic in her stomach when she realized that they hadn't used one, but quickly brushed it off. There was nothing for her to start worrying about yet. She made a mental note to herself to go to the health center the first thing Monday morning to get on birth control pills. Since some of the boxes were missing some condoms, she figured that he at least used them with other girls. She hoped he used them every time, and mentally kicked herself for being so stupid as to not make him use one. She found the lotion in the bottom drawer of the night stand.
She made her way into the kitchen and found some microwavable food to eat, which seemed to be all they had. She would have gone back to their dorm, but Kelly was gone for the weekend and she knew since Danny wasn't there, that he was probably back at their place with Becca. She grabbed the remote and crashed on the couch for a couple of hours before Greg came home. He walked through the front door a little wet from the rain that had just started to fall.
"Hey," he said when he saw that she was still there.
"Hey," she replied. "Had fun?"
"Tons," he said sarcastically. "I'm working with a bunch of idiots."
She smiled, having become accustomed to his disdain for most of his superiors and peers too. He dropped his backpack on the chair next to the sofa she was sitting on. He turned around and studied her before a smile came to his face.
"Nice shirt," he told her. "It looks good on you." She smiled back at him and he turned to go down the hall. Not long after she heard the shower turn on and she turned back to the television. About fifteen minutes later he came back into the living room with a pair of black sweat pants similar to the gray ones she had on. He lowered himself down to the sofa with a groan. He settled himself between her legs and wrapped his arms around her back, resting his head on her stomach. She began running her fingers through his hair.
"So what'd you do while I was gone, besides be lazy?" he asked her.
"Nothing," she told him. "Somebody told me that it was okay to just be lazy sometimes."
"That somebody is very wise," he told her.
"I did find a whole bunch of condoms in your top drawer," she told him.
"You went through my things," he said trying to sound offended. He wasn't really offended, she always went through his things, as he did with her. That's just the way they were with each other; nothing to hide because they weren't in a relationship.
"I was looking for lotion," she told him.
"Bottom drawer," he said.
"Well I know that now," she said then hesitated before she continued. "Did you use condoms with the other girls you slept with?"
"Of course," he said raising his head to look her in the face.
"All of them?"
"Yeah," he said.
"Every time?"
"Yeah," he asked a little confused. "Why? I don't have anything if that's what you're thinking?"
"No, it's not that," she corrected him, although she was happy to hear that he practiced safe sex. But there was still one question. "Why didn't you use one with me?"
"Why didn't you make me use one?"
"I don't know," she said shrugging her shoulders. "I guess it sorta slipped my mind."
"Mine too," he said. "I never forget, but I know I'm clean, and I know you're clean, unless you've been injected with something."
"There's still other things that can happen besides STDs," she told him.
"Oh," he said with a smile. "I hope your luck's not that bad. It would suck for you to get knocked up after your first time. God, I hope my luck's not that bad."
"What are you trying to say?" she asked hitting him in the shoulder playfully.
"It's not you," he told her. "It's just the thought of having kids."
"You don't want kids?" she asked him.
"Nope."
"Ever?"
"Never," he told her.
"You're just saying that," she told him.
"Yeah, because it's true."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm sane," he told her.
"You'll change your mind later."
"Yeah, if they start crying diamonds and pooping gold," he said making her laugh. "I take it you wanna subject yourself to the torture."
"If you're referring to kids," she started, "of course I want kids…some day."
"Then what's the big deal between you and your father?" he asked her. "Get married to the frat boy and let him take care of you while you stay home popping out little brown haired frat babies."
"I don't even like Scott in that way," she started, knowing who he was referring to, by 'frat boy', "I don't want anyone to have to take care of me, and I want to be a doctor."
"If you had to choose between one , which would you choose?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again once she realized that she had never really thought about it, and that the answer was harder than she would have expected it to be. He noticed this little moment of doubt, but she quickly regained confidence and her chin lifted a little as she responded. "It doesn't matter," she told him, "because I don't have to choose."
"Ooh, nice recovery," he told her, as he laid his head back on her stomach and went back to watching television. She was good at avoiding situations that were uncomfortable for her, but not as good as him.
They stayed like that for a few hours, talking and watching television as the sky opened up outside and drenched everything that lay beneath. Their quiet evening inside was brought to an end when one of Greg's friends called and invited him out for drinks. The rain had slowed and he had been inside all day, so he was happy to get out and do something. He invited her along, which he usually did when he knew some of the other guy's were going to bring their girlfriends. Not that they were in a relationship or anything, but it was nice to have her around, especially since she could out drink any girl they brought along and hold her own with the guys also.
When they got to O'Shanahan's, Greg noticed three of his friends and two other girls sitting at a table against the wall. He and Lisa walked over and joined them, ordering their first round of drinks, while their friends were on their third. He introduced her to the one guy she didn't know, and his friend Gabe introduced them to the two girls, Samantha and Christina. Christina had short black hair that made her bright blue eyes pop, she was a pretty girl, but so was her friend Samantha. It didn't take Greg long to realize that Samantha was flirting with him. She was a strawberry blond with bluish-green eyes. Any other time he would have openly flirted back with her, but it felt a little weird after he and Lisa had had sex. He wanted to flirt with her, he was attracted to her, but he had been on the receiving end of a woman's wrath before and he never really knew what set them off. So he decided not to be his usual self, but he still didn't give her the cold shoulder. He didn't see anything wrong with flirting with her because he and Lisa weren't in a relationship. He figured the weirdness would pass and he could go back to being his usual self in front of her.
Lisa also picked up on Samantha's flirting and was relieved when Greg didn't seem to be responding to her advances in his usual way. She wasn't a paranoid or jealous person, so she didn't think twice about it when Greg got her number along with the other girl and guy's they had met that night.
"You didn't come home last Friday night," Becca said as she and Kelly sat down on Lisa's bed.
Becca and Kelly had been picking behind her for the longest trying to get her to tell them what was going on between her and Greg. Up until now, there was nothing to tell. And though she had something to tell, that didn't mean she was going to voluntarily give up the information.
"Neither did Danny," she said putting the book down, knowing she wasn't going to finish reading it anytime soon.
"Ah ha," Kelly said pointing an accusing finger. "So you did spend the night with Greg."
She didn't answer them right away. She just crossed her arms and looked at them, trying to seem irritated. She hoped that they would buy it and back off.
"What makes you think that?" she asked them.
"How else would you know that Danny didn't come home unless you were at his house?" Becca asked.
Kelly having one of her slow days, was the next to say something. "Wait, if Danny didn't come home…" her eyes got wide as she looked at her friend, "…Ooooh Becca!"
"Shut up."This is about Lisa remember? She's the one still holding her V-card," she said before turning to Lisa and smiling, "at least she was anyway." She continued. "So if you weren't with Greg, where were you?"
"None of your business," she told them.
"You were with Greg," Kelly told her. "You wouldn't spend the night with anyone else. We can all see how hooked you are on him... although I can't blame you. You should just do him and get it over with."
She rolled her eyes and got up off of the bed to go to her closet, trying to hide the telling smile that came to her face.
"Maybe she already did," Becca told Kelly.
"You two are unbelievable," Lisa told them turning around to face them again. "You both have your own boyfriends, why are you so concerned with my life?"
"Because we know everything that's going on in our relationships," Becca told her. "That makes other people's relationships much more interesting. "
"Yeah," Kelly said sitting up on the bed and getting serious. "So tell me Lise, is he as good as they say he is?"
Her mouth fell open at her friend's bluntness, both girls still looking at her awaiting the answer. After she got over the shock and the actual question registered, she couldn't stop the smile that came to her face.
"I knew it!" Becca exclaimed. "You slept with Greg."
She didn't reply, just turned back to her desk as if she was rummaging through it for something, not wanting her friends to see how much redder her face was becoming.
"So are you guy's officially in a relationship?" Kelly asked.
She turned around slowly to face them; both of them still staring at her trying to get more info out of her.
"No," she told them, "not officially."
"Well what are you waiting for?" Kelly asked her.
"It just never came up."
"Well maybe you should bring it up," Becca told her. "I thought you wanted an exclusive relationship with him."
"I did," she told them then corrected herself. "I do." She really didn't think it was a big deal. She knew he didn't see her like he saw the other girls who he would sleep with a few times, only to discard them and find another one a week later.
"Where are you going?" Kelly asked her when she saw her starting to put her books and tablets in her book bag.
"Over to Greg's," she said, picking up her back pack. She then looked at their faces and saw their expressions. "To study." She told them in disbelief of how fast their minds went to dirty places.
"No, not on call this weekend," he said answering her question. They had stopped studying a few minutes ago and where now lying across his bed talking. He was lying on his back and she was lying on her stomach."Why? Are you staying over?" He asked wishing that she would so he could get a repeat of the weekend before or the Wednesday that followed.
"I don't know," she said smiling at him. "Maybe."
"You might as well just stay," he told her as he wrapped his arm around her pulling her towards him. She crossed her left leg over him so she was straddling him. "You know you want to."
He put his hands on her face and pulled her down to him, pressing their lips together. He let his hands slip from her face and down to her body, as he began caressing her curves. Before things could get too heated they heard a loud banging coming from the front door.
"Ignore it," he whispered against her lips, "he has a key."
He captured her lips with his again, but the banging continued... and continued.
"Dude open up!" they heard Danny yell from the front door. "I forgot my key."
House let out a frustrated sigh making Lisa laugh. She climbed off of him and he got up to go unlock the door. She heard the door open, and the two of them started a conversation. Apparently something had gone down with one of their friends whom she didn't know. Greg came back into the room and started to put on his tennis.
"Hey, have to go help bail David out of jail," he said. "You staying?"
"Yeah, I'll stay," she told him, deciding to save the questions until he got back.
"Okay I'll be back in a few," he said before giving her a quick peck on the lips and leaving again.
She smiled at the gesture. She figured she'd get a little more studying in while they were gone. She grabbed her book, and started reading, but was soon interrupted by the telephone. She didn't have to go far seeing as Greg had left it on his nightstand.
She picked it up and pressed the talk button. "Hello?"
"Hi," a female's voice came over the speaker, "is Greg there?"
"Uhh, no he's not, may I take a message?" she asked, not too concerned about it.
"Yeah, tell him Sam called," the girl started. Lisa instantly remembered the girl from the pub. The girl continued. "I was just calling to see if we were still on for our date tomorrow."
Lisa's heart sank. She couldn't believe it. She had thought she would be different, but clearly she wasn't.
"Hello?" the girl said after not getting a response from her.
"Uhhh, yeah," Lisa stuttered. "I'll tell him."
She pressed the talk button again to hang up the phone and sat there staring at the floor. Trying not to believe what had just happened, but not being able to deny it. He was going out with another girl, still sleeping around with different girls, after she had given herself to him. The tears started to fall as she came to the realization that she was in fact going to be just another notch on his bed post. But what did she expect. She hadn't asked him to commit to anything, and he had made no effort to volunteer to do so. She kicked herself for being so stupid. She wanted to talk to him about it, but she knew what he would say. They weren't an item, why would things be any different with her, and he was probably right, but she was still mad as hell. That anger made her tears stop flowing immediately. She dried her face, grabbed her books and her keys, slipped on her shoes and headed out of the door.
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"Lise," he called out as he walked down the hall to his bedroom. "Lisa," he called out again after she didn't answer. He opened the door to his bedroom and looked in. She wasn't in his room. He knocked on the bathroom door. "Lise, you in there?" No answer. He opened the door. She had left. He went back into his room and grabbed the cordless phone off of his bed, picked it up and dialed her room number.
"Hello?" she said hoarsely from the other end of the phone. He attributed her hoarseness to her having been alseep.
"Why'd you leave?" he asked her.
She instantly picked up on his voice and got defensive. "Because I wanted too."
"But you said you were going to stay until I ca…," he tried, but she cut him off.
"I changed my mind," she said dryly.
He picked up on her coldness. "Lise, why are you mad at me? What did I do?"
"Nothing," she said brushing him off.
"It must be something," he told her. "You just up and left without saying anything, then I call you and you all but bite my head off. What happened?"
"Samantha called while you were out," she told him. "I hope you enjoy your date tomorrow."
"Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief. "That's why you left?"
"Yeah," she said offended about his dismissive attitude towards the subject. "And don't try to put it off like it's nothing."
"It is nothing," he told her, getting a little defensive himself. "I'm going on a date with another girl, so what? I've been going on dates with other girls since I met you. What changed?" he asked rhetorically. "Us sleeping together? Sorry, I didn't know that made us a couple."
His disregard for the whole thing brought the tears back to her eyes. "You son of bitch," she spat.
He heard the anger and hurt in her voice and immediately regretted his words. "I'm sorry, Lise. I didn't me…," he tried, but the sound of the phone slamming into its cradle on the other end cut him off.
"Fuck!," he yelled cursing himself and his inability to sometimes filter the words that came out of his mouth.
What had happened between them, had definitely meant something to him. And that scared him a little. He wasn't ready for a relationship, he wasn't ready to feel for someone the way he was beginning to feel for her. He hadn't made any promises to her so he still had a chance to run and avoid the situation. He figured the best way to do that was to get back to his old habits, and continue dating like he always had. He had no intentions of getting rid of her like he had the other girls. She had to know that. He had much more respect and feelings for her than he did any of the other girls he had ever been with. She also had to know that the date with Samantha, meant nothing to him. She was just going to be another one to two week fling for him. Now he started thinking about all of the things he should have told her, not that she would have accepted the fact that she was going to be the main girl in his life while he still got his little play things on the side, but it would have been a little better than what had just happened. Why couldn't he think of that when he was on the phone with her.
"You okay man?" Danny asked peeping into the room. He had heard the loud outburst.
"Yeah," he told him, not wanting to discuss the feelings he wasn't supposed to be having. "I'm fine," he lied.
"Okay," Danny said unconvinced before closing the door again.
Greg slowly pulled himself into his bed, which didn't help, since the pillow…her pillow since they had moved into the house, still held the scent of her shampoo. He buried his face into the pillow and inhaled her scent, groaning at the way life seemed to have a way of rubbing things in your face when you least needed it.
A/N: I can't answer if she's pregnant yet because that would be giving the story away. Sorry. But I hoped you guys liked this chapter or liked disliking it since the drama unfolded at the end.
