Hi everyone, so this story is basically Pepperony drabbles (If that is the correct term), so they are supposed to be short- hope you like it :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man :(

He stares at me in an awkwardly cute fashion that makes my heart leap, realising we are the last two left in the classroom I awkwardly gulp as I pack up my bag.

I can feel his ice blue eyes trying to catch my gaze, I finally look up one more time before leaving the room.

His black messy stands out against his pale skin, I stare at his beautifully designed lips. Crap, I really did fall for a boy I can't have.

"You don't hate me, at first I thought you didn't like me in this way; but it all came clear." He suddenly says walking up to me, I find my back is up against the cold wall and I feel my body go stiff.

"What?" I finally reply stuttering, he just smirks his famous smirk. "You have a crush on me. I've kissed Whitney, but you know about that right?" He says as his blue eyes twinkle with mischief.

I nod as an answer not trusting my voice. "How does this feel?" He asks, running his perfect hands through my red hair, creating electric shocks I know I can only feel out of the two of us, my face instantly heats up and I can tell I'm blushing. "Don't tease me." I suddenly say looking down.

"You blushed. Do you really think I'm hot?" He says awkwardly, this time I don't answer, he's to close for my liking and I don't think I can pull back any longer.

I look back up and stand on my tip toes as I reach for his lips, the boy looks startled for seconds but leans down so I can gently place my lips on his. My first kiss, his lips are so soft as they mimic my movements, I'm so over come with joy I might start screaming, my first kiss with Tony Stark.

I run my hands through his black messy hair and nearly gasp at the softness; he stands back as our lips disconnect I instantly feel disappointed.

"You're a good kisser." I quickly mumble to him as I run out of the classroom, to find Rhodey staring at me as if I'm mad.

"What happened? I heard talking but I couldn't hear you guys." He questions me as we walk to our lockers, "Maybe I'll tell you one day." I whisper to him as I unlock my locker, I look in the mirror and find that I've still got a heavy red blush plastered across my face, and my lips are a bit redder than normal. To bad I never heard his reply