A/N I got a very positive reaction to this, so I'm gonna continue. Not that I wasn't even if you guys didn't want to read it. But glad I will have some readers.

Disclaimer: So pigs haven't started flying recently, so I don't own House I guess.

"And so I have to tell you all a secret." Mr. Mitchell Remy's economics teacher said, with a somewhat evil smirk coming from behind his mustache. Remy wasn't really listening. It was seventh period, and she really wanted to just sleep the rest of the day.

"All of your budgets are wrong because, you didn't include income tax." He said smiling at the groans of the collective students who couldn't afford another bad grade. Remy let her head fall onto her arms. It was her third day of school, and the class had been working on the project for two weeks, today was the last day. Mr. Mitchell had allowed her to skip this project and start on the next one.

She let her eyes shut, and tried to ignore the noise around her.

Three hours of sleep, she had gotten three hours of sleep.

The people next door were still in a bit of the the honeymoon stage, they had been up most of the night and that girl was a screamer.

Then the bell was ringing and she was waking up. One more period, then she could go home and go to sleep. She turned to grab her backpack off of the back of her chair, and turned back to see a hand resting on her notebook. Her eyes traveled up that arm to the smiling face of the girl she had caught looking at her two days ago.

"Hey." Her smile never faltered as she moved her hand for Remy to put her notebook away.

"Hey.." Remy zipped the top of her bag. A bit skeptical of why this girl was here, talking to her. When everyone else in the class had left.

"I saw you sitting alone the other day at lunch, and again today. I was wondering if you wanted to sit with me and some of my friends tomorrow?" She took the hand that had been resting on Remy's desk and clasped it with her other at the front of her skirt.

"Oh, sure." Remy nodded a bit surprised. She had a first taken this girl to be a bitch. Probably just because the bitch-ie girl that had showed her around had been sitting with her. "Will your other friends be cool with that?" The taller brunette tossed her bag over her shoulder.

"Yeah. I'll introduce you, if they have a problem with it they don't have to sit there." The chestier brunette replied, with a small smirk. Remy kind of liked this girl. "Don't you have art next?" She asked walking in step with Remy.

"Yeah." Remy, slid a thumb under her purple suspenders giving them a small tug, and snap.

"Me too, I'll walk with you. I'm Lisa by the way." Lisa said sliding her arm into the strap of her bag, so it lay nestled in the crook of her elbow.

"Nice to meet you." Thirteen shot Lisa a charming smile. "Call me Thirteen." They turned into the stairwell.

"Thirteen?" Lisa asked skeptically, but with out the mocking sarcasm Amber had given her.

"Yeah, just a nickname. I got used to it." Remy took the steps two at a time to keep up with Lisa's quick steps. Remy was surprised that she could walk so fast in those heels, especially on the stairs.

"I like it, it's different. So... what's your real name?" She asked stopped at the bottom waiting for the brunette.

"Remy, but yeah call me Thirteen." They started again to their class. Remy was a little excited that someone was talking to her.

She was all to ready to admit, she was a little difficult to approach. With her not so usual dressing manner, and her somewhat questionable sexuality. God it would help a lot if this girl wouldn't wear such a low cut shirt with that chest.

"Okay Thirteen." Lisa pulled the door open and walked inside to sit down at her four person table. Just as the bell rang. Remy went to her own. Things might be working out at this school.

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"Good morning." Remy said to her father as he walked into the kitchen, from where she was sitting at the table eating her cereal. Her dad just waved her off with a hand over his eyes. She frowned, and let the back of her spoon bang against the counter. Before repeating more loudly.

"Good Morning!" He let out an frustrated noise and glared at her. "You're hungover again. It's Thursday morning." She shook her head, frown increasing.

Remy then stood from the table, taking extra care to make the feet of her chair scrape against the ground. Dropping her bowl and spoon in the sink loudly. Smiling when he flinched. "Have a nice day." She jibbed walking off to get ready for school.

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Thirteen stood at her locker, spinning the combination in, when she heard the clack of heals. She turned slowly to see Lisa leaning against the locker next to hers.

"So do you still want to sit with us?" She asked. Playing with the strap of her bag. She seemed not to care either way. But when she looked up from it she had a look in her eyes. A, you better not turn down my generosity, look.

"Yeah, haven't gotten any better offers?" Remy replied turning to face the other brunette a playful tone in her voice and a smirk on her lips.

"Come on." Lisa replied rolling her eyes. Yeah, House was going to like this girl.

They entered the cafeteria, a loud mash of groups, couples, loners, with the weird smell of cafeteria food.

"Here, just a warning, there's this one girl, Amber, she's kind of a bitch. But she hangs out with us because she's me and my boyfriend's best friend's girlfriend." Lisa rolled her eyes. "You know how that is." She added.

"Yeah, I met her, she showed me to my classes." Remy scrunched up her nose. Lisa chuckled at the face.

"My boyfriend calls her cut throat bitch. She'll seriously do anything to get something she wants done done." They were almost to the table and Remy could hear the conversation going on there.

"No. Conceited accents, that's Cameron's boyfriend's specialty. Mine are just entertaining." A scruffy faced guy said, a small chuckle in his voice but his face showed no amusement.

"Ex-Boyfriend." A girl that she could only see the back of a curly blonde head of added pointedly.

"So you did finally do the deed that needed doing?" The scruffy faced guy asked, his eyebrows raising.

"That needed doing? We-" She stopped abruptly, probably when she heard the click of Lisa's heels. "Nice of you to show up Lisa." The blonde said still not turning, but lightly backhanding the brunette in question in the stomach.

"Hey." She kissed the scruffy faced guy on the cheek. He reached quickly around her, and gave her ass a squeeze. Which she smacked him for. Remy saw her face light up at his antics, and they seemed to communicate without talking when their eyes met. Remy longed for something like that.

"I have an addition." Lisa finally said after a couple seconds of silence throughout the group. Where Remy stood awkwardly off to the side. "This is Thirteen." She motioned to the brunette. Who gave a little wave, as she was inspected by everyone in the group.

Except Amber that is, who just looked at her with a slightly flabbergasted look on her face. Probably surprised to see the brunette with Lisa. By a lot of people's accounts. One of the most 'popular' girls in the school.

Surprisingly none of them asked about her strange name.

"Thirteen this is House." Well that could be a reason. She nodded at the scruffy guy, who was still inspecting her. "My boyfriend." She added as she swatted his hand which had again started to make his journey up to her rear again.

"Hello Thirteen." He smirked at her. The smirk fit his face in an almost perfect way.

"And James Wilson." She pointed to a somewhat lanky guy in a polo on the other side of the table. The honey blonde Amber leaned slightly against him. Remy assumed that that was her boyfriend's best friend. Who was dating the cut throat bitch. He waved and smiled.

"Nice to meet you." He seemed like a nice guy. Why was he dating her?

"Hey." Remy responded. Keeping one hand shoved in her pocket while waving with the other.

"You said you and Amber have met." Lisa glanced at the short haired blonde, who had at some point slid herself under James's arm. She smiled devilishly at Thirteen, and the brunette just rolled her eyes.

"This is Eric." Lisa moved onto a short-ish black guy, with a goatee, who looked up. Giving Thirteen a once over. Somewhat lingering on her shapely waist, and chest. She attempted not to write him off as a pig, because she knew she found herself doing it a bit herself. She just waited for his eyes to find there way to her face, and nodded to him.

"And last but most certainly not least, Allison Cameron." The blonde turned the rest of the way in her seat to look Remy in the eyes.

"Hi." Allison gave a small wave. She had an amazing smile, that was the first thing Remy noticed. Then she noticed her amazing everything else.

"Hey..." Remy replied a bit delayed. She bit the inside of her cheek, and cursed herself for her somewhat uncreative response. The petite blonde just smiled at her again.

"So yeah that's everyone. I'm going to go get some of..." Lisa waved in the direction of Eric's tray. "That."

"Can I come with you? By that I mean I'm coming with you and you're going to pay for my food." House stood from the table. Slinging an arm over Lisa's shoulder. Remy stood torn for a moment. Not wanting to follow Lisa like a lost puppy. Wanting to go get something to eat, and wanting to stay here and meet these people more without Lisa's assistance.

In her split second decision her hunger won out, she usually only ate two meals a day, one of those being at school. But she left her backpack on the chair to indicate she wanted to sit there. As if to show that, yes she intended to sit with them. It was just a coincidence that it was next to Allison. Just a coincidence.

When she returned, conversation had picked back up, Lisa patted the seat where her backpack sat. Remy set her tray down and took the seat, glancing at Allison as their arms brushed. The blonde just smiled apologetically, and moved a bit. Remy wanted her to move back.

"So Thirteen, how do you like East Princeton?" Amber stretched the nickname out. That smirk on her lips again, raising her eyebrows. Thirteen looked up from her tray, she had just been sitting and listening, happy that she wasn't sitting in the corner. Now everyone was looking at her. She swallowed the bite of apple in her mouth and looked to, as House called her, the cut throat bitch.

"Yeah, it's fine. Better than the other schools I've been to. Looks like there's turning out to be some decent people." She then glanced around the table. Licking the juice from the apple off her lips.

"You know you don't have to lie, we all know it's a suckie school. We've all gone to it for like two and a half years." The honey blonde pressed. Remy wondered if Amber was like this to everyone, or just her.

"Amber, don't be a bitch." Allison scolded across the table. Looking back at Remy, a smile on her lips. God that smile.

"Bitch is her natural form." House added.

"James..." She looked up at her boyfriend, a pout on her lips.

"Can you guys stop calling my girlfriend a bitch?" Wilson looked around at his joined friends. House shook his head. Allison mumbled a short, 'sorry.' "Amber, can you not be a bitch to Thirteen?" He touched her cheek, and Remy again saw that spark. Similar to the one Cuddy and House had.

"Sorry, I'm tired." She mumbled into his shirt.

"Bah!" House groaned, throwing a french fry at the couple. Wilson mock-glared at his best friend, and threw two of his own fries at him. House caught one in his mouth. A couple of the people in their circle chuckled. Including Thirteen.

These were the kind of people she could make friends with. These were the kinds of people she could stop being alone with.

A/N That last line is somewhat strange. But I like it. Plus, I hope to develop more Camteen soon, sorry for the lack of it in this chapter. Review and tell me what you think of it so far!