A/N Another speedy update! Just because I love you all so much. A touch of Camteen in this one yay!
Disclaimer: I thought I saw a flying pig today, but it was just snow flurries. So I guess I don't own House.
"So I guess we're the only Juniors in Calculus?" House leaned forward in his seat looking between Thirteen and Allison. Smirking. He smirked a lot Remy had noticed. But it suited him, and his snarky attitude.
The seniors were at the front of the room, doing some college application preview. They were in a college class. But the two of them weren't allowed to fill out theirs. So they were sitting in the back of the room.
Remy had been wondering for the past three days how she hadn't noticed the beautiful blonde in her classes. Well that was really five including the weekend.
She had actually been noticing that her new 'friends' were in a lot of her classes. She practically had the same schedule as House and Allison. The group of them were being really nice, and just kind of let Remy sink seamlessly into their group. Of course, except for Amber. Who was still holding up the bitch front. Remy wondered what it was that girl didn't like about her. Not that she really cared...
"What do you guys want to do? I'm bored." House said. Still leaned over his desk. Thirteen looked back at him from her notebook where she had been doodling. He fell back in his seat satisfied to have her attention.
"You always find a way to entertain yourself." Allison replied, not looking up from her English homework. Remy glanced over at the blonde. She had a frown on her face, probably in concentration as she worked. She was also wearing her reading glasses, which made Remy's mind go places it probably shouldn't along the lines of hot librarians, and sexy secretaries. As she sat there her hair slightly ruffled, from how her hand was shoved into it at the temple. Supporting her head on her elbow.
Thirteen forced her attention back to House, she knew she was staring, and she knew he noticed. She really didn't want anyone noticing the crush she could feel forming for the blonde.
Monday House had pulled her over to sit with them, in this and their first period class. He had a knack for getting bored when the seniors needed explanation. It seemed Allison wasn't entertaining enough.
"Lisa yells at me when I entertain myself, then locks up her goodies." He whined. To which Allison ignored, but with a small smile on her face. "Cameron! Entertain me." He whined again, to which she again ignored. Remy wondered if Allison was trying to irritate him.
She was smiling, Remy decided that she should always be smiling... Although she had looked cute when she was frowning.
House reached over and with a quick movement of his wrist snapped the blonde's bra. To which she let out a small yelp. Hands going to her back. She glared at him.
A couple of the seniors at the front of the room glanced back at them.
Remy buried her face in her hands chuckling.
Allison smacked her lightly on the arm. "He's like a little kid, don't encourage him." She warned, eyebrows raised. An adorable pink flush on her cheeks.
"See now you're entertaining." House said, leaning back against his chair.
"I'm telling Lisa." She warned pointing accusingly to him.
"Okay." He replied shrugging.
Allison fidgeted about, attempting to fix herself. Which pulled Remy's attention to her chest. She tried to force herself to look away, but she was wearing this clingy v-neck tee shirt, and as she rolled her shoulders and tugged at the undergarment it really accented her full round breasts. It was torture.
She looked back to House as the blonde continued attempting to readjust herself. He had this shit-eating grin on his face. Remy prayed it was because of his successful irritating of Allison. Not because of the attention she had payed the blonde's chest.
He raised an eyebrow at her. Maybe she wasn't so lucky.
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"It's really nice out today." Amber stated. Sitting backwards on the bench, and leaning back against the concrete outdoor lunch table. It was in fact nice enough that the students had been allowed to sit outside if they wanted to.
The lunch period was half way over and everyone was done eating. The warm fall weather had a faint chill to it though, that called for long-sleeves jackets or hoodies.
Eric also sat backwards in his seat between Remy and Lisa, dribbling his basketball, and passing it back and forth between his hands. After a couple seconds of silence except for the rhythmic beat of the ball, Remy turned and snatched it from him. Swinging her legs over the bench, and standing a couple steps back so he couldn't get it.
He mad a 'really?' face and stood too. He reached plainly for the ball, to which Remy took another step back, a smile spreading on her lips. Eric rose an eyebrow, and seemed to contemplate the situation. With his friends, male and female, watching him as Remy teased him with his own ball.
He then faked to one side before diving for the ball. Remy ducked, letting him pass her by to one side. Before dribbling the ball once, and tossing it into the hoop a good thirty feet away.
Eric turned back around. Hoping to retrieve his ball before Thirteen did. But she was already standing with it in hand. An eyebrow raised. He was a little flustered at being one-upped by the new kid, and the fact that she was a girl didn't help his pride.
"Are you gonna let her beat you like that! She's a girl, you're black! Don't let her take your sport from you! It's your melanin right!" House cried from the table. Eric rolled his eyes still looking at Remy, attempting to put a playful note to their game.
Eric dove forward then, attempting to reach Remy as she started dribbling. Instead, she turned, letting him pass her again. Dropping the ball, and smacking it back down to the pavement twice as she did so. Smirking triumphantly.
Eric turned a bit dumbfounded, he was the best player on the basketball team. This wasn't happening.
Thirteen faced him, a cocky smirk on her lips, as she dribbled the ball from her left hand to her right. His eyes went from hers to the ball, and back up again.
This time he approached more cautiously. Jumping forward, back, and forward again. Attempting to make himself a bit more unpredictable, and to put Remy on her toes. Instead, as he approached again, this time more to the side. She went the other way. Reaching the hoop and jumping to dunk it in.
The ball hit the ground with the force of her shove through the net, and bounced almost to the hoop a couple times before slowly pattering on the ground and rolling away.
Thirteen faced Eric smiling. "That was fun." She stated. Picking up the blue, white, and red ball before handing it to him.
"You're done?" House asked as she walked back to the table. A frown of disappointment on his face. "You're not going to shame him anymore?" He asked sitting up some, as she came to lean with her hands on the table. The tiniest bit out of breath, and praying that her asthma didn't decide to act up.
"I don't like playing one on one." The brunette finally replied, standing back up straight.
"What about two on two?" James asked, looking from Remy, to House, to Foreman.
"Okay." Remy replied, glancing back at Foreman, who still stood in the court, a bit away from the table. Holding the ball, and looking a bit dazed.
"I want to be on lesbian's team." Everyone in the team froze at that proclamation. Looking to House with various different shocked expressions. Remy managed to cover her initial panic with a frown.
"What?" Wilson finally broke the silence. Thirteen could feel her heart ramming against her breastbone. She wasn't a lesbian. But might as well have been with her extreme preference for girls.
"No entirely straight girl can play basketball that well." House said matter-of-factly before standing from the table, and tugging on Wilson's arm to do the same. Everyone seemed to calm as they realized that it was just House being his usual self.
A game of two on two started, and most of the period passed with the three guys, and Remy playing basketball. A pretty fairly matched game, unless you had Wilson on your team. The other three weren't afraid to play dirty.
At one point Remy stopped for a minute, attempting to stop her rather rapid breathing. Not wanting to set off her asthma. She noticed goosebumps of Allison's bare arms, and the blonde gave a little shiver.
"Do you wanna borrow my hoodie?" Remy asked, beginning to take the purple thing off.
"Yeah. Thanks." The petite blonde seemed to fight with herself for a few moments before accepting the offered garment. A smile sliding over her lips, Remy would be cold any time to have that smile directed at her. When she looked up from handing it to the blonde, she found another blonde's eyes on her. An accusing look on her face. The wheels in her head seemed to be turning, and Thirteen quickly turned and rejoined the boys game before Amber could say anything.
Allison sunk into the brunette's hoodie. Tugging it around her, to block out the chill. It smelled nice too. She wondered if Remy smelled this nice.
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With a couple minutes until the bell a teacher was yelling about throwing trash away and coming inside. The guys..., and Remy stopped their game. With House blocking a possible score by Thirteen.
"We should finish this later." Wilson offered. "My house?" He looked between the three. The offer hanging in the air.
"Sure, I'm free." Eric replied. Looking to House and Remy. House nodded in the affirmative. Leaving the three of them looking at Thirteen.
Her dad would probably yell if she got home late. Her dad would probably yell if she got home on time. She really couldn't afford to pass up friends. Not like she was doing anything else... Maybe Allison would be there... Her internal debate occurred in about less than a second and she looked at the asking eyes around her.
"Why not." She shrugged. Running her fingers through her hair, ordering it back into place.
They then went to the table to gather things, and go in.
"Oh, yeah! Wilson, I don't know where you live." Remy stopped him with a hand on the shoulder. He turned and opened his mouth to give directions.
"I can give you a ride." Lisa offered, suddenly at her side.
"Cool, thanks." Remy said looking at the curly haired brunette. Who just offered a shrug in response.
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"Allison!" An accented voice called down the hall. Allison slowed, and let the hurried footsteps she could hear catch up to her. Really not wanting to talk to the person the voice belonged to. But not wanting to make a scene more. He was more of a drama queen than any girl she knew.
"What do you want?" She asked a little violently. Sticking her hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt she had forgotten to give Thirteen back.
"Hey, look at me?" He asked, gripping her arm. She turned angrily to face him.
"What?" Allison asked again. An expectant look on her face.
"I'm sorry." He stated, catching her eyes.
"Sorry, isn't going to cut it." She said attempting to walk away. But is hand on her arm stopped her.
"So this is it? We're just done, you're not even going to let me explain?" He asked. Making that slack jawed, wide eyed puppy dog face she used to like. Now it just irritated her.
"What's there to explain? You cheated on me. Lied to me. Then lied about lying to me! I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to see you. Just leave me alone!" She shook herself free from Robert's grip. Angry tears in her eyes.
He started after her. "Robert, just leave me alone. I have History." She ducked into the classroom. Bringing the sides of the sweatshirt tighter around her.
It smelled like Thirteen, the smell had a soothing effect on her. She tried going against her nature and not thinking too much about that and just enjoy the feeling.
A/N I love that you guys like this so much. I like writing it just as much. I have a good idea of how it's going to unfold from here on, so I'll probably be updating pretty quickly. Also, just a warning, there may be a bit of an unpleasant note to some parts of these next few chapters. But only the ones with Mr. Hadley in them. Review!