Homework (Stony highschool AU)

Chapter Eight

Tony

I storm out of Steve's house as quickly as possible, trying my best to steady my breathing. Also steadily failing at doing so. I'm taking short deep breaths that are only giving me a deep feeling of panic. My heart feels like it's pounding out my chest and there is a horrible mix of anxiety and fear running through my mind.

I open my car door and plop myself down into the seat. I grab my keys out of my pocket and shakily shove the key into the ignition. I pull the car out of Steve's driveway without even looking to see if someone is coming.

Why does everyone want me to get a damn date? Am I not enough for anyone anymore? Am I not Tony Stark anymore? Who am I?!

I pull out of Steve's neighborhood and frivenout to the main road. I look at my hands on the steering wheel and notice that my knuckles are white from gripping it too hard. My chest is heavily rising and falling at dangerous levels.

I look back at the road and see that everything is going by in one large blur. I try to lift my foot off of the gas pedal, but it feels like my foot is a brick. It's completely numb, it almost feels like it shouldn't be on my body.

I shake my head. "Slow down slow down slow down," I mumble to myself, trying to make my foot move from the pedal.

I look back at the road and notice that my vision is blurred. I rub my eyes with my shoulder so my hands are still on the wheel to get the tears out of my eyes. I sniffle and try to watch everything that is on the road in front of me.

My breathing refuses to slow down and my tears continue to pool up in my eyes. It feels like someone is digging their fingernails into my nerves. 

Does everyone think I need a date? Does no one believe I can live life on my damn own?

I blink quickly to get the new tears out of my eyes. God I need to calm down. My breathing is only getting faster and it feels like my strange anxiety and fear is still coursing through my veins.

Who is he to say I need someone!? It's not like he's dating anyone. We barely even know each other...who just says something like that?

I see that the signs on the road are going by so fast I can't even read them. If a cop tried to pull me over right now, I don't think I could even release my foot from the pedal to slow down. I'm more than likely breaking like 15 laws.

Jesus why do I always have to freak out like this?!

My eyes dart around the road and my surroundings that I am passing by very quickly. The cars that I'm passing only seem to be blurs of colors.

"Slow down!" I yell, but my body doesn't obey.