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"GREGORY HOUSE!" Mrs. Fisher yelled. She screamed, actually. James winced at the loudness and felt like covering his ears. He looked over at Greg and noticed the calm smile on his face.
"Yes?" he asked politely.
"Don't you think I've had enough to deal with today without your antics?! Don't you? What with the duck we found running around here earlier, I've been VERY busy, and I don't need you making it worse in my class! If you don't think you can control yourself, then maybe you should just leave!"
Greg's face turned an angry red color and said, "Fine. Then I'll leave. Since I'm such a burden to you." He grabbed his books, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and stood up to leave. On his way out the door, Mrs. Fisher handed him a yellow pass.
"To the office, Gregory. The OFFICE."
He nodded, and everyone watched as he walked out the door, he crumpled the yellow pass up into a ball. Mrs. Fisher sighed and decided not to fight it. He knew Greg House wouldn't get out the doors of the school; the school secretaries were hard wired to watch out for him. The most he'd do was hunker down in the library behind a textbook and sleep.
Greg paused at the door, looked at James and nodded. Then he looked at Allison. Her eyes met his, and they both paused for a moment.
They were, again, interrupted by Mrs. Fisher saying, "OUT, Gregory!"
He left.
HOUSEHOUSEHOUSEFive minutes later, Allison raised her hand and asked if she could go to the bathroom. Luckily, Mrs. Fisher wasn't the smartest teacher in the world, so she hadn't yet figured out the fact that both Greg and Allison's hormones were raging.
Allison grabbed the pass and slipped out the door, shutting it quietly behind her. She turned the corner and ran smack into Greg.
"I was wondering when you'd get out here. Took you long enough. I've been waiting for ten minutes." She smiled, and laughed a little.
"Well, I had to wait so that it wouldn't be too conspicuous." She said, grinning. "So, can you tell me why you're taking Spanish if you don't understand a word of it?"
"Oh, I understand it perfectly. I just don't want to take the time to do the work." He smiled slyly.
He took a step closer to Allison. She took a step backward. He took a step forward. She took another step backward.
"You know, I can't get any closer to you if you keep going back like this. We're not dancing. I'm trying to…"
"I know what you're trying to do. Shouldn't we…" she stammered.
Greg reached forward and ran a hand through Allison's hair. She stopped talking, and didn't make a noise. He touched her skin softly and ran a finger down her cheek. She took a step forward and met him face to face.
"There. Now we're getting somewhere." He kissed her lips softly. Then he kissed her cheek, and moved down to her neck. She sighed quietly and held her hands up and pushed his chest.
"My turn." She kissed him full on the lips and then they were both caught up in it.
They made out in the hallway for a few minutes, all the time thanking their lucky stars that no administrators came by. Only a few students who whistled, and one said, "Ah, getting some, Greg?"
When Allison heard that, she pressed her lips harder to Greg's.
HOUSEHOUSEHOUSEA/N: R&R!