make no mistake.

tony is great.

but i fear i am in love with rhodes.

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I hate the Tomorrow Acadamy.

Its dumb. Its stupid. Its teaching me nothing, and I can't get over the fact I have to pestered by the fact Tony Stark goes here, meaning girls are always screaming and fainting and oogling over some kid they know nothing about. What is so appealing about him? He's just an arrogant billionaire. Make no mistake, I am sure underneath his spoiled exterior he is a kind hearted gentleman. But I am kind of interested in boys who act more like boys should.

Now, I don't mean more like boys, I mean more like boys should. No guy at this school seems to act they way they should, which is kindly, generously, chivalrously, and in all, kind of cliché prince-like. I know damn well I am too picky in my men, but I want someone who'll treat me right.

And that man is not Tony Stark.

"Miss Logan, your attention," the music theory teacher snapped suddenly. I picked my head up from its cradle of my arms and stared lazily forward. I could at least fake it. "So, now that we have your attention would you mind telling the class what the difference is between treble and bass clef?"

I snickered. That was so easy I could answer in my sleep. "Treble Clef is played by higher pitched instruments, like the pit, flutes, saxes, and such. Bass Clef is played by lower toned instruments, like bass-clarinet, clarinets, trombone, and such."

"Hm. Very good, Miss Logan. Now, who can talk about corrals?"

Music theory is so dumb. I thought we wrote songs, not talk about what makes them. Its half way through the year and we learned this in the sixth grade. So much for a gifted academy…

"Mr. Rhodes? How about you?" the teacher asked when no one responded.

"Um, sir, I'm actually not quite…" the boy started to respond.

I turned around. "It's a four-part harmonic piece written in as if for choir singers," I whispered.

"Uh, it's a harmony..? With four? Yeah, four parts. Choir like," the boy repeated. Mr. Calahain, the teacher, nodded and proceeded to write the assignment on the board. "Thanks, man. I do not understand music theory, I just don't get it. I don't know why they put me in this class."

I smiled. "No problem. If you ever need any help, just gimme a shout."

He returned the smile. "And what name should I be shouting?" he asked.

"Kenzie," I told him. "I'm Mackenzie Logan." I held out my hand for his to shake.

"Everyone just calls me Rhodey," he replied. We shook hands.

Then we got detention.

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A.N.: Sorry its so short and dumb. I just wanted to get this out there. Its been a plot bunny in the back of my head for WEEKS. Haha, so I'm sorry.

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