Tony Stark was the typical bad kid. He was always in the office for one thing or another, mostly for smoking on school property after repeatedly being told 'there's a designated smoking area, Anthony' but in the fall months it was too cold to be so far away and hiding in the doorway to have a smoke was much more comfortable. Most of the time, when Tony wasn't causing trouble he was in his only class this semester. Grade twelve Science with Mr. Banner. He wanted to spice up his life a little and when Clint suggested messing with some grade eleven's, Tony agreed.

"Loki Laufeyson most popular Eleven. Get him to fall for you. I'd be funny." Clint muttered as he flicked his cigarette.

"You have the greatest ideas." Tony murmured as he spotted the group of well dressed grade eleven's heading to the coffee shop for lunch, Loki at the head. "Come on." Tony muttered before flicking his cigarette to the concrete and started heading towards the coffee shop.

Loki Laufeyson was going to lunch at his usual spot of the coffee shop when he felt a tap on the shoulder. He turned to see the bad boy Tony Stark looking at him with a smirk and eyes that screamed mischief. He sighed. "Can I help you, Mr. Stark?" He drawled out, disinterest heard clearly in his tone. He was not impressed by the rich-gone-bad boy no matter what the rumors whispered around him were like.

"Just wondering what you're doing tonight?" He shrugged, dropping his hand from Loki's shoulder. "You could have plans other than doing homework on a Friday night." He smirked at the boy. He was so good looking, and he knew it; and that's what Tony loved. Loki was all sharp lines and quick tongue, and Tony loved to compete, which was what this would be.

Loki rolled his eyes. "Sorry. My plans are none of your concern really." He replied shortly, continuing to walk.

Tony followed quickly behind. "Well I know it's because you have none but I could very well give you some."

Loki shot him a glare. "Actually, I do have plans. Not because it's any of your business, but I'm going to a movie with Natasha."

Tony glanced at Clint who shook his head. "Natasha will be getting laid tonight by yours truly." He nodded in the direction of Clint. "Which you could be too if you'd just stop being a priss."

Loki sneered at him. "And why would I allow myself to be dirtied by you?"

"Dirtied? What is this 1920?" He glared for a second. "You really need to liven up."

Loki sniffed. "Not with you." He glared at him evenly. "Let me make myself clear, Stark. I. Am. Not. Interested. In. You." He stood straight, towering over the shorter man. "And I never will be."

"You could be, you just haven't lived." He smirked. "You're used to being with your friends, if that's what you can call them."

Loki raised a delicate black eyebrow. "They are my friends. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm meeting with them at the shop." He attempted to leave only to have Tony grab his arm. "I suggest you let go of me, Stark." He murmured in a dangerous voice. "Or things could turn out very bad for you."

"You really don't know what you're missing, little boy." He let go and took a step back before crossing his arms. "You know where to find me when you want me."

Loki snorted. "I don't think that will ever be necessary." He sneered before gliding off to the coffee shop without a glance back.