You were a new student at this high-school. Everything was going well until class started. The schedule was confusing, the teachers were embarrassing and you knew nobody there. Being new in town sure didn't help either. Your uniform was scratchy as you took a seat next to brunette boy, already having his notebooks out and ready. He payed you a glance but didn't get as far as speaking as class kicked into action, English teacher immediately starting his lesson head on.

By the time it was Math class, you were already exhausted, taking the only open seat next to a new guy; taller, more mean looking. He seemed to stare at you the entire class.

As Lunch rolled around, you found yourself stuck, with no friends to sit with, carrying your lunch tray with hesitation as you looked around

But just as you were about to loose hope and make your way to eat in the bathrooms, someone waved you over. And getting closer, you found it was the brunette from English, that you'd sat by.

He shook your hand with a bit of an apologetic expression, then took a seat at the table

Wilson: "HI, it's James Wilson. From English? You looked a bit lost there... Would you like to sit with us...?"

wait...'us'? You turned to see the guy from Math glaring at you as he sat across from Wilson, eating a sandwich

House: "No need to look so shocked. It's House. Greg House."

This....would be interesting–