Lisa Cuddy was absorbed in thought, furiously writing down notes she took from the blackboard in Physiology. Suddenly, she felt something hit her chest. Startled out of her concentration, she looked down and saw a spitball that landed smack dab in the center of her cleavage. She turned sideways, and saw Greg House snickering, a satisfied smirk on his face. Lisa retrieved the spitball from her blouse and threw it back at him as she rolled her eyes. Greg had changed seats, complaining her long tresses kept getting in the way when he'd sat behind her.

"You're like a 12 year old, you know that?" Lisa said, only slightly irritated. This Greg House was something else. Here they were, in medical school, and the guy had the mind and antics of an adolescent!

"That's what you get when you wear those tight, low cut tops", Greg had told her. "They really should have a school dress code, I don't know how you are able to get away with showing so much of yer melons, to say nothing of those ungodly mini skirts". Lisa looked down at her legs self consciously. She sniffed decisively and ignored him. She knew his kind. The guys that would do anything for attention. And she certainly had plenty of that, and not just from Greg House. She was a pretty popular girl around campus, having no lack of dates, but preferred the company of her girlfriends, because the guys just seemed so immature.

One afternoon, as Greg was eating a sandwich, engrossed in a medical paper he was working on, he slowly looked up, feeling a pair of eyes upon him.

"Working hard, or hardly working?" Lisa said as she sat down next to him, with a food tray, invading his space.

"I don't remember asking you to join me", Greg mumbled irritably.

"That's right, you didn't. I don't wait for an invitation. I take the bull by the horns...it's the only way you can get through life".

"Is that so?" Greg asked, leering at her and piquing his curiousity, even though he was mildly upset at her intrusion.

"I like the way you play...I didn't know you were in a band", Lisa said nonchalantly, as she began eating her salad and munching loudly.

"Yeah, well, there's a lot you don't know about me", Greg said huffily. "And would you please close your mouth when you chew? You sound like a cow with its foot stuck in the mud! Unless you plan on doing something else with that mouth, please chew quietly".

Lisa's jaw dropped, as a shred of lettuce fell on her plate. This guy was something else! How dare he? She composed herself, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd embarrassed her. But her actions had already given her away with the jaw dropping.

Greg House chuckled, as he went back to his paper. "If you don't mind, I've got to get this done today".

Lisa sat there quietly, and didn't intend to leave until she had finished her salad. Greg rolled his eyes, ignoring her and finished up his paper, leaving half of his sandwich on the plate.

"You gonna finish that?" Lisa asked.

"Nah, I gotta go...you can have it".

Lisa looked at the dry Reuben half sandwich sitting there and decided against it.

"See ya around!" Lisa chirped cheerfully, as she emptied her tray and set it on the counter, and wiggled her behind as she walked out of the cafeteria. Greg shook his head. She really was something else. He didn't want a relationship, but there was something about her that roused his curiousity. He intended to find out a lot more about her.

Lisa Cuddy sat at her desk, going through emails on her laptop. Her mind wandered as she thought about her years in medical school in Michigan. And House. A legend in his time, even back then. She smiled to herself as she remembered the moniker, "Party Pants". House was the only one who knew the true meaning of her now infamous nickname. She knew she'd been had every time he used it on her,. especially if he knew he'd done something wrong and was trying to wheedle his way out of it. "Party Pants" got her every time. It truly came in handy during the worst of times.

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