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A/N: Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you all like it. Keep on R&Ring. Let me know what kind of pairings you all might like... I'm up for suggestions. I listed in the descriptions what type I might be looking at, but I'd like to know what you guys would like.

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The day in chemistry only got...stranger. James was a kid who liked to sit in the back and not call attention to himself. But with Greg House sitting next to him, every other minute James was being stared at.

After Greg's little swearing comment, the teacher decided to start class. "OK, we're going to get started right away with acids and bases today." Mrs. Mortin said.

"Oh, boy, I can hardly wait!" Greg sighed and rolled his eyes.

Mrs. M took a deep breath and started writing on the dry erase board up front with a purple marker. "Acids are characterized by having a hydroxide ion in the front. There are six strong acids..." James took out a pen and paper, as did the other 12 students in the class. Greg on the other hand, took out a PSP and headphones. He plugged the headphones into the game system and started to play.

James started to jot down notes, but was broken out of his almost stupor of the teachers speaking when Greg started snoring. Loudly.

"Gregory. Gregory. GREGORY!" Mrs. Mortin yelled. He jolted awake and, letting out a small yelp, fell out of his chair and hit the ground.

"Damn it..." he muttered, picking up his PSP. Mrs. Mortin was standing over him with her palm stretched out.

"Gimme." she said. He placed the PSP in her hand.

"Can't a guy catch a few Z's without everybody bothering him?" He asked the class. The freshman in the front row, Allison, giggled, and James felt a stab of jealousy. She thought Greg was funny.

Robert and Eric, on the other hand, just rolled their eyes. Eric also added, "Look, could you please just go back to sleep so we can get back to the lesson?" Robert turned the other way to avoid being associated with this situation.

"You've got a problem with me, then?" Greg asked, standing up and walking over to Eric, who was standing his ground.

"Yeah, I guess I do." Eric said forcefully, but backed down a bit when he saw the gleam in Greg's eyes. Mrs. Mortin saw it too, and recognized that Greg was ready to fight. In the three years she'd had him in class, he'd started seven-no wait- eight fights, and won six of them. He was skinny, but he could pack a punch.

She walked over and steered him away by the shoulders. "Just sit down and be quiet, Greg. Please. Just calm down." She plunked him in his seat and smiled at James. "I'm expecting you to keep a handle on this one, James." She walked back to the board.

"Yeah," Greg whispered. "Keep an eye on me, Jimmy." Greg smiled and started whistling.

The bell rang and she dismissed all of them with a wave of her hand. "I expect better behavior from you tomorrow, young man." she said to Greg. He nodded and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

James took off out of the classroom, trying to catch up with Allison. "Allison. Hey, Allison." he called, but she was busy talking to Lisa, the perfect girl, and Eric and Robert, so she didn't hear him.

Greg came up from behind and clapped James on the shoulder. "Got the hots for her, eh, Jimmy? She's not bad, I'll give you that. She's not bad."

He didn't deny it or confirm it. Because he didn't really know, himself. "What class are you off to next, Greg?" he asked, trying to evade the question.

"Ah. Evading the question. That's a yes. I pride myself on my ability to tell who wants to get into whose pants around here. Oh, I'm on my way to some bullshit psych class. Psych One with Mr. Martane." He said.

James nodded. "Me too, actually." He was surprised to find he actually wasn't too unhappy at that prospect. This kid was weird, definitely. But, he was kind of funny too.

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"Oh, man. I knew my luck wouldn't hold out forever. Gregory House. I figured I'd have the pleasure of being your teacher sooner or later." Mr. Martane groaned. "I'm not surprised that you're late, but what about your friend? He actually looks like an upstanding citizen."

James groaned silently and slid into the seat Mr. Martane had pointed at. Greg had insisted that they stop at his locker, which was at the opposite end of the school. Which made them late for their last class on the first day of school, Psychology One.

"Sorry, sir." James muttered and the teacher just nodded shortly.

Greg slid into the seat next to him and elbowed him. "Check out this guy." He rolled his eyes, and James hissed under his breath to shut up.

A quick survey of the room showed Robert, Eric, Allison and Lisa sitting in a row in the back. Allison was seated to the right of Eric, in the view of James. He sighed. Greg rolled his eyes.

"Welcome to Psychology One, I am Mr. Martane, and for our first assignment, I'd like you to interview the person next to you. Hopefully it's not someone you know. Ask some standard questions, you know, 'get to know you' questions."

James turned to face Greg. What kind of secrets would he unearth from him?

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