(Disclaimer: Sorry ahead of time. Mostly Non-canon. Suuuper long!)
"(Y/L/N)!"
You turned to see your snarky best friend, Anthony Stark, jogging down the hallway after you.
"(Y/L/N)," he panted as he caught up with you.
"Hey, Stark. Let me guess, you need help with English homework."
He gave you a look of disbelief.
"Pfft, no."
You stayed silent for a moment.
"Okay, so poetry isn't exactly the easiest thing in the world for me-"
"Ah ha!" You turned and pointed a finger to his chest.
"Are we still on for our study date tonight?" Tony turned to you.
"Oh, erm..."
"Oh."
"Tony, I-I-"
He faltered.
"Well, it could be like that-"
You busted out laughing.
"Oh, please! Tony, I was kidding. Plus, you and I both know what happens to girls who go out with you. I don't want to end up like that."
You said this all in good humor, but to Tony, it felt like a punch to the gut.
Yeah, nearly the whole school knew about the infamous playboy, Tony Stark, but he would never even dream of treating you like those other girls.
He'd practically loved you since fourth grade when you punched the school bully in the face at recess.
"Well, did you hear about my party? I've invited everyone." Tony said this with his hands in his pockets, staring at his feet.
"And by that you mean you threw fliers down the stairwell." You pointed back to the poor janitor sweeping up the hundreds of papers left over.
"Well, yeah, but I want you to come. Specifically."
You gave him a look.
"Won't your dad be mad?"
"He and my mom are out of town, but that's beside the point."
You sighed.
"Come on, party pooper! You never come."
"I may or may not make an appearance."
"I knew it!"
The bell rang and Tony began running to class.
He whipped around and winked at you.
"You won't regret it!"
You rolled your eyes and walked to your next class, smiling to yourself.
•••••
Of course, his house was overflowing with music, lights, the smell of various alcohols, and drunk teenagers.
You had to step over a couple in the grass just to get out of your car.
"Ew," you muttered to yourself.
You wanted to head back home immediately, but somebody had called your name.
"(Y/L/N)!" An slightly intoxicated Tony sauntered up to you.
"You made it!" He threw his hands up with a smile. Turning to some random student, he whispered, "she made it."
You let out a small laugh.
"I thought the party started at nine. It's 8:45 and it looks like it's in full swing."
