Homework (Stony highschool AU)

Chapter Thirteen

Tony

I happily tap my working foot as Clint takes a sharp left turn in the car we're in.

"Why the doofy smile, Stark?" He asks me.

"Clint! My buddy boy! I get this God forsaken cast off in two weeks, and I'm going to a nice restaurant to have a date with an amazing girl," I tell him in a very cheery voice.

"Oh, I thought you'd be bummed because you have to get your best friend to drive you to all of your dates."

"Okay, maybe not everything is great at the moment... But you won't have to drive me anywhere in exactly two weeks!"

"Well alright, dork. The restaurant is up here, and don't fuck this up!" Clint tells me while pulling off to the side of the road by the sidewalk.

I open the door and take a few slow minutes trying to get out of the car and getting my crutches adjusted. Once I finally do, I slam the door and turn to leave Clint on his own.

Before entering the establishment, I look in the window at my reflection. I notice the button up shirt I'm wearing and how tidy my hair is. I also notice my solid black glasses that are gently resting on my nose. I decided to wear them tonight, because I thought they added a bit of class to the outfit.

I smile, because it has been a long time since I've put this much effort into pleasing just one person. Just one beautiful, amazing girl. My heart flutters at the simple thought of her. I decide to stop staring blankly at this window, and walk in to get our table.

"Hey. Stark, party of two?" I tell the very depressed looking hostess.

She grabs two menus and silently motions her hand to where several tables are. She sits me down at one with a romantic candle right by the window. It is perfect.

"You're waitress should be out in a moment," she tells me in one of the most gloomy voices I have ever heard.

I nod my head solemnly to the poor girl, she looks as though she just worked two double shifts. I stare out the window, waiting for Meredith to walk by. And yes, I know what you are all thinking. We have been on way more than three dates. And yes, I know about the three date rule. But you should just know that it's hard making any sort of move with a hefty cast in your foot.

I raise my hand to rub my face, but my hand only makes direct contact with my glasses. I keep forgetting I have them on, I'm used to my normal contacts that irritate me only slightly less.

I rest my head in the palm of my hand, going into a far away place in my mind as I stare out the window. Just waiting for the beautiful smile of Meredith to come into view.

Although, my mind goes into a very far away place, because when the waitress asks for my drink order she scares me half to death.

After I'm done jumping out of my skin, she speaks, "Oh, oh I'm so sorry! Please don't be mad!"

I smile and adjust my glasses, a light shade of embarrassment crossing my cheeks, "It's not your fault, I was just daydreaming."

"Oh thank God, it's the last shift and I'm trying to make it through without anyone yelling at me."

"I understand that can be pretty hard working at a fancy restaurant with snobs that come here all day?"

She shines a bright smiles, "I hate to say it, but yes. Now, what would you like to drink?"

I look at the empty seat across from me, "She should be here soon, I don't want to order anything without her."

The waitress nods her head and quickly rushes off out of my space. I continue to stare out the window, still thinking about Meredith. Not about how much she means to me, but why she's late. She's never been late before, and we clearly established a time.