The football game was what everybody was talking about today. Students were wearing Michigan sweatshirts, jackets, یا any type of شرٹ, قمیض for that matter. She wasn’t big into watching football per say, but it gave her something to do. Plus, it was one of the biggest games of the season.
    She sits in the student section, which happens to be at the very سب, سب سے اوپر of the stadium. Even though the two football team looks like little dots from where she’s sitting, she doesn’t mind. Michigan’s leading on the score board- 14-6. As she looks at the score, she can’t help but notice a couple sitting down four rows in front of her, all over each other. Her face turns to disgust. For some reason, she couldn’t peel her eyes away. And, when the couple brake apart, to finish watching the game, her once disgusted face, turns into a shocked face. Because, the man with the girl; was none other than Greg House. And for a second, she felt something in the pit of her stomach. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time: jealousy. Now, her face showed disgust, shock, and anger. She’s watching him, not the game. For he’s much مزید interesting now.
    He’s holding her hand, except his hand and hers are place at the inside of her jean covered thigh. He’s taking his thumb, and gently caressing the girl’s hand with it.     Every now and then, he’ll put his left arm around her, and pull her in for a tight embrace, and give her a small kiss on the forehead. Cuddy was going to puke. She couldn’t take it. Fore some odd and unexplainable reason, she wanted to be that girl.
    “She can’t be his girlfriend.”
She thinks to herself.
But, she could be. He was big around campus, because he argued with the professors, and did lunatic things, and girls went nuts for him over that. His hand started going to the left now, slowly. And, she really thinks she’s going to be sick. His hand finally reaches its destination.
“In public!? Jesus Christ!”
She thinks to herself, again, and, looks around while doing so. But, there weren’t that many students around, most of them had left early to go get drunk. Even if there were students, he wasn’t doing anything. He just had his hand there. But, she couldn’t watch any longer. She stood up, and walked down the cement steps, right passed them. And, she thinks he doesn’t see her, but he does. He’d know whose پچھواڑے, گدا that was any day.
He gives a small smile.
“I have to go pee.”
He states to the girl.
And, she gives a small chuckle.
“Sorry, too much beer, I’ll be right back.”
He said, and walks down the forever going steps.
    She’s walking outside the stadium, in a hurriedly pace.
“Hey!” He calls out, from behind her.
She keeps walking.
“Quit ignoring me!”
He shouts still, as he’s getting closer to her.
She turns around.
“I’m not ignoring you. I just don’t want to speak to you.”
She states, as he makes his way up to her.
“So? What’s new? آپ never want to speak to me.”
“Exactly, so why do آپ keep trying to talk to me?”
“Wait a sec, آپ told me yesterday in class آپ weren’t coming to the game.”
“I know.”
“What changed?”
He asks.
“I didn’t have anything left to study.”
“There’s always something left to study. آپ came here, because you’d know I’d be here.”
He states, and starts smiling.
She gives a quick smirk.
“Your girlfriend’s waiting on you.” She nods up towards the stadium.
His smile fades, and she walks off.