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Y/n Stark POV:
I grabbed my lunch tray and sat down next to my best friends, Peter, Ned and MJ. "Hey
y/n!" Ned said, fist pumping me. "Sup?" MJ said as we did our handshake. "Hi y/n!" Peter said cheerfully and pulled me into a hug. We started to eat while geeking out about Star Wars. We were just talking about how Jar Jar Binks was a ridiculous character and was only put in for the younger kids, when I got a text from my dad.

Meet me in my office at 4:00. It's important

"You good Stark? You look kinda concerned." MJ asked. "Oh, yeah. Just some text from my dad about a meeting or something. Did you get one, Pete?" I answered, trying to play it off cool. He shook his head.

Weird. I thought. Why would I have to meet in my dad's office? Did I do anything wrong?! Did he find out that I punched Liz last week?

Luckily, the bell rung, snapping me out of my train of thought. I quickly replied to my dad's text and made my way to class.

"Hey, y/n, wait up! We've got History together, remember?!" Peter called out to me. "Oh, sorry spidey-boy, I forgot." I said with a smirk once he had finally caught up. "You can't call me that in public!" He said in an urgent whisper. All I did was roll my eyes and continue walking to History, with a very persistent smile of satisfaction on my face.

As we stepped into the classroom I realised how late we really were. Everyone was already in class, except for the teacher. We hurriedly took our seats just before the teacher walked in and got ready to learn about history. Hopefully I don't fall asleep like yesterday.

*Time Skip to after School*

As I was walking towards Happy's car I felt a hand grab around my wrist. I spun around only to see Flash's cocky smirk.

"Wanna go for a ride around town in my sweet new ride?" He asked, still holding on tight to my wrist. "In your dreams!" I replied and twisted his hand, forcing him to let go of my wrist. Flash smirked. "Oooooh. Feisty. I like that."

"Piss off Flash. I never have, and never will, like you." I declared and started walking off. "You will one day." He muttered under his breath while he rubbed his wrist. I scoffed, but pretended I didn't hear him, sometimes it's just better to let the boy believe.

I opened the car door and stepped in. "Hey Happy!" I said. He didn't say anything and just started driving home. "Ooookayyyy...." I said under my breath and opened up Instagram. I scrolled through my friends story, liking pictures here and there all the way home.

Once we arrived home, I checked the time. 3:45. Perfect, I have enough time to change before meeting my dad in the office.

You change into this ^

I arrived outside my Dad's office at 3:55, but wasn't allowed in so I waited outside for 5 minutes. At 4:00 on the dot, he opened the door with a very serious expression.