House sighed and studied his paperwork. The room was filling up and soon he was going to actually have to do something with the brats. He couldn't believe they'd actually talked him into teaching. He'd wanted to do something cool, like being a fighter pilot, but appearently you couldn't do that with a bad leg. Bastards.
(A/N: omg I know the infarction happened later on but House isn't House without the leg so in this universe it happened in high school for HIM too isn't that angsty? Oh and Stacy was his older sister not his lover because I never thought they had any chemistry at all but she needed to be there to SCREW HIM OVER, so yeah.)
He was planning on extracting revenge on the powers-that-be by tormenting the little creatures every possible change. He figured since they were seniors nobody would much care.
He sighed again and looked up just as the last two students trickled into the room, then raised his eyebrows appreciatively. The girl was... well... let's just say the girl was the kind of thing that lead to statutory rape reports and made him re-evaluate the possibilities of knitting. Behind her, slumping and staring at his shoes, was some kind of blond boy. Probably her boyfriend, but there was always the fag-hag possibility. The girl, anyway, because boys couldn't really fag hag, there was probably a term for that but he didn't know it. Except he didn't think a fag would dress that badly.
Just then as the final bell rang the boy raised his eyes and House was briefly moved by the weelspring of untold pain he glimpsed in those eyes as the boy swept past and to his desk. Also, he had a nice ass.
House smiled and straightened, preening a bit under the look the knit-slut was giving him while he tried to shake the memory of those soulful blue eyes from his mind. Maybe being a teacher wouldn't suck after all.
"Good morning, class," he chirped. "I'm Mr. House, and you're going to love me."
End Chapter 3
(OMG, in Chapter 4, somebody
dies! j/k. but read on, it'll be good i swear)