A/N: Okay, before we start any of this, I wanted to say sorry for a few mistakes I made in the story so far. For starters, I realized that Carrie's eye color was actually green in the 2013 remake of the movie. And second, Tony's father's name was Howard Stark, not Richard. I have altered the last three chapters of these small errors and hopefully I can avoid any more of them in the future.
Now for the second order of business, I've decided to add a couple more Marvel movies to the timeline of the whole story. I've chosen The Amazing Spiderman 1 and 2, and in doing so adding Peter Parker (Spiderman) as part of the main plotline. I will also put in Captain America: Winter Soldier as well for a bit more depth and action. This story is going to be really epic...I can already tell.
Now on with the update! I own nothing.
A couple of days passed after the presentation at the school, and word had gotten around that Nathan had been given tickets to the prom. Because of this, many of the female population of Ewan high were going out of their way to figure out how to approach him about it so that they would have the chance of him taking them.
Several having tried when seeing the Stark heir in town only to be kindly turned down, being told that he was holding off on asking anyone until three days before the event. Which, if anything, pushed the girls to double their efforts to gain his attention.
The Ultras being at the top of the list, even though some of them had boyfriends. Except for Sue who stayed true to her's and was wondering the mindset of her so called 'friends'.
As for Carrie, she had spent that time trying to understand the one that went out of their way to help her the day he came. And in comparison to learning more about her powers, it was far easier.
The first time she started looking she went to the library and typed 'Nathan Stark' into the search engine. What she got was dozens upon dozens of articles about him. She had been stunned as she read every line of each one.
The prodigal son of Tony Stark and considered one of the richest teens in the world. Built his first combustable engine at 7 years old. Graduating top of his class in high school at 13. Then again from MIT at 17. He was also listed as an active member of several organizations that involve helping the community and was even incharge of a small branch of his family's company in the research and development department.
Remembering bits of her mother's ramblings, Carrie then did a search on 'Tony Stark'. What she found was no less shocking.
It was easy to figure out where Nathan got his intelligence from, he was almost exactly like his father in that regard. The man was a genius in every sense of the word and was owner and CEO of Stark Industries, one of the biggest technological company in the world that made its fortune selling weapons to the US government and had been for many years. Until last year when Tony was kidnapped by terrorists after a weapons demonstration and was held for six months.
When he returned, he shut down weapons manufacturing of his company and instead focused everything toward clean-energy and other innovations to helping mankind.
Carrie had been moved when she heard the man speak shortly after his return home. Talking about how he had seen American soldiers killed by the very weapons he built to protect them and that he could offer so much more to the world than destroying things.
The telekinetic pulled up a second video that showed Mr. Stark at a press conference a few months later after an incident that happened outside the main lab of his company. He had been playing around with his words for a while in regards to what had happened until he just laid the cards he was holding down and looked at the crowd.
"The truth is...I am Iron Man." the seven words alone sparking a massive uproar of questions from those that had been looking on.
The small phrase was enough for Carrie to start a third search and discovered that Tony Stark had built a suit of armor capable of many things in terms of combat. And had since been using it to bring about peace to the world in his own way. There were many pictures and video clips of him in combat, and there were even a few that showed the same armor she had seen Nathan used to fly into the school days ago.
She watched the two Starks fight off an enemy militia side by side with one another. Tony bearing the name Iron Man, while Nathan had been given the name Guardian. Father and son, using both their money and their intelligence to help people in more ways than one as everyone looked at them as super heros.
After she had soaked in everything that she could, Carrie had left the library and was walking around deep in thought. Actual super heros? She didn't think it was possible outside of those comic books she caught a few people reading from time to time. Then again, her own abilities were considered farfetched by a lot of people as well.
"Could I use my telekinesis like that?" she thought looking down at her hands. Wondering what it would be like to use her gifts to help people in need. Would she be strong enough to do that?
Shaking her head, Carrie adjusted the strap of her bag and headed out of the school and into the courtyard. She had a free period today so she decided to finish the last book in the stack she picked up a while ago on supernatural abilities. Finding a nice shady spot beneath a tree, she settled down against the trunk on the ground and opened the book to the page she had left off on.
But occasionally, her mind would drift away from the words and on to thoughts about the young hero she had met. A part of her wondering if she'd ever get the chance to see him again.
X
At the same time, Nathan was driving peacefully through Chamberlain. He'd spent the last couple days getting to know the town he would be staying in for the next week. Mostly getting the lay of the land and where the best places to go were.
Today he desided to visit one of the local barber shops. His shaggy-black hair had gone a bit too long without a trim and decided to have it done sooner rather than later. The middle-aged man who ran the place was a bit shocked to see him there in the first place, but was more than happy to have the young Stark there.
While it was being done, the barber and a couple other people that were there asked a handful of questions that Nathan was more than happy to answer while he was getting his hair cut. And when it was done he admired the man's handywork, sporting a set of short spikes on the top of his head with the sides and back trimmed down to a quarter of the original length.
After paying what he owed, and leaving a generous tip for the good work. Nathan started driving again, his car getting glances every time he went down a busy street. A few people even snapping pictures as he drove past as he turned down another road toward his other intended destination of the day.
Other than checking out the small town, the Stark heir had also been compiling all of the information he could for his up and coming plan involving his person of interest. Along with all of those that had brought her misery.
His dad had gotten back to him the next day after they talked with a detailed list of information on all of the girls that were the lead tormentors. Most of them were just followers taking the word from the queen bee, typical high school clique behavior.
And this particular 'queen' was the one Nathan believed was the cause of it all. One Christina Hargensen.
The girl was every possible definition of the word BITCH. She had money, popularity, and a lawer daddy that could get her out of anything as long as she shed a couple of tears. And according to the records that were poorly hidden from the community, Ms. Hargensen had a rather long list of acts against her that were mysteriously 'forgotten' or 'lost'.
Because of this, she went out of her way making everyone that wasn't a part of her little brood miserable. And her prime target since middle school was Carrie White.
Digging a bit more, he found that her father wasn't very innocent either. David Hargensen had bought, blackmailed and sleezed his way to the position that he now held. The man was crooked, even having a couple of cops on his payroll to ensure that his daughter never had a record. And anything that came up at school was brushed under as well, no doubt with threats made to the Principal and the school board.
Both father and daughter had one thing in common, they were both manipulators capable of swinging people to their side one way or another. He'd seen this countless of times, inside and outside of school and the board meetings his father had taken him to, and he knew how to handle it.
One of Nathan's professors at MIT had a belief, one that has been known throughout the ages in one context or another; 'Cut off the head of the snake, and the body dies'. And the teen knew that this phrase rang true in this situation, though it would be done figuratively.
With everything he needed in hand, Nathan had already formulated several plans. Chris had been suspended from school for a week after the locker room incident and banned from prom. But knowing her character already, he had a feeling that she would get retribution for having her special night shut down on her. And with her unknown hatred of Carrie, it could make his next few steps a bit difficult.
Of course, she never anticipated for someone to be thinking several steps ahead of her.
Seeing Ewan High approaching, the Stark heir gripped the steering wheel in anticipation as he pulled into an empty space on the far side of the parking lot under the shade of a large tree. Killing the engine and stepping out, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans with his sunglasses on his face as he looked at the building.
Leaning on his hood, he checked his watch and saw that there was another five minutes before the final bell. It was a risk being here, especially with how many girls attempted to persuade him to take them to prom. Word really did travel fast in small towns, and given that his arrival must have been the most excitement they've had in a while it wasn't much of a surprise.
Even though he turned all the possible dates down as kindly as he could, Nathan knew that others would try harder next time. But sadly, none of them would get that chance.
Because the Stark heir had his sights on asking one particular girl, one that he believed deserved that special night after everything she'd endured after so long. A night he himself missed out on during his own senior year. And he would be sure that it went perfectly.
But first, steps needed to be taken before the initial asking. It would be weird coming out of nowhere and just asking a girl to their prom when neither date knew anything about each other. Hense why he was here now.
The bell rang loudly and the doors opened. Students pouring out and going down the front steps as they either went to catch the bus or get into their cars. A couple of groups getting together and talking before heading off, most likely deciding what they were going to do that day.
Arms crossed over his chest, Nathan scanned the crowd. Hoping to catch sight of a head of strawberry-blonde hair amongst the dozens that were moving.
His ears perked up when he heard the dull roar of an engine. Looking left, he saw a cherry-red 1969 Chevelle come pulling up into the lot just as a group of four girls came out of the school chatting amongst themselves. One of them running toward the car as a guy that could only be described as the typical thug type got out and intercepted her in a hug and sloppy kiss.
The young Stark's eyes narrowed when he recognized the brunette as Chris Hargensen. Back fresh from her suspension. Looking at the other girls as they joined her, he could also make out Tina Blake, and Elizabeth and Nikki Watson. The only one missing from the group was Susan Snell, who he spotted a second later standing by a black jeep hand in hand with a boy wearing a lacross jersey.
Turning back to the entrance, Nathan smiled a bit when he spotted Carrie coming out finally. Head down and eyes avoiding contact with everyone as she came down the steps after everyone else had vacated and were now outside.
He was taking a huge risk here, but it was the best chance he had to get things started.
Leaning off the car and putting his hands in his pockets, he waited as she walked down the sidewalk in his direction. After a little while a few students saw him, then soon everyone did. Some being silent as they observed him from a distance while others talked amongst themselves trying to figure out what he was doing here.
Carrie remained unaware as she drew closer, getting a few feet from the young Stark's ride when he spoke up. "Carrie." she jumped slightly and snapped her head up to see him standing there smiling at her. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you jump." he lamented while scratching the back of his head.
The telekinetic figited in her spot as she looked at him in surprise. "W-What are you doing here?" she asked timidly.
Nathan shrugged, "Going to be in town for a while longer, so I'd thought I'd come visit to see how you were doing. The last time we talked was cut a bit short since you had to get to class." he took a few steps toward her so that they were only a meter apart. "How have you been since we first met?" he asked hoping to hear good things.
"I'm...I'm good." she said brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I never thanked you. For helping me that day."
"You don't have to." said the Stark heir seriously, "Those jerks shouldn't have been messing with you. There was no reason for it and I wasn't going to stand by and let it happen. No one deserves that kind of treatment."
Carrie blushed and tried her best to hide it when she felt him brush her hair out of the way. "You shouldn't hide that face, it's too pretty to be hidden like that." he said gently making her cheeks darken more.
"Stop." she said lowly making him raise an eyebrow.
"Stop what?" Nathan asked confused.
The strawberry-blonde looked up at him, her green eyes filled with an array of emotions ranging from confusion, fear, mistrust and a little anger. "Stop calling me pretty. It's not true. I'm not pretty, not like the other girls."
"Her self-esteem is beyond low." thought the young hero bitterly as he looked upon her sadly. She'd been treated so poorly for so long she didn't see the gem that she really was. Despite the fact that her hair was messy and her clothes were older than the current generation she was far from plain. And underneath it all he couldn't help but think that there was something about her, a spark that he had seen when their eyes first met. This girl was something special.
Schooling himself, Nathan glanced around at the other students before going back to her. Removing his sunglasses before speaking. "You know what? You're right. You're not like the other girls."
Carrie bowed her head, wishing to be anywhere but there in that-
"I think you're better." her head snapped up so fast it almost cracked her neck. The boy before her grinned at her reaction and continued. "I've heard a lot of things about you, Carrie White. The hardships you've faced, the misery you've endured at the hands of people who weren't even intelligent enough to get to know who you are."
"You say you're not like the others, that's good. Different is never a bad thing, it's what makes us unique in our own way. That's what makes us special." Nathan took a step closer, "And I think your special."
The telekinetic tried to form words after hearing him, but nothing seemed to come out. She couldn't believe it, he knew about what had happened to her and he wasn't looking at her as a freak? Reading his eyes, she found only truth, not an ounce of deceit as he looked right back at her.
"Why are you telling me all of this?" she said finally finding her voice. "Wouldn't you rather talk with more, 'normal' girls?"
Nathan's gaze didn't waiver, "Believe it or not, I'm not all that 'normal' either if you really think about it." his grin widened a bit as he tilted his head to the side, "And besides, 'normal' is overrated and boring. Who wants to be normal when being abnormal is so much more fun and exciting." he boasted with his arms stretched to the sides.
Carrie smiled hesitantly at his antics. The Stark heir smiled as well, "She's got a cute smile..." he cut the thoughts off at the pass, shaking his head as he started talking again. "But I will be honest, there's another reason I came here."
She gave him her full attention, prompting him to continue. "I wanted to know if you wouldn't mind hanging out with me today. Just the two of us."
If she had been shocked before, it was nothing more than simple static compared to how she was feeling in that moment. "A-Are you asking me...on a d-date?" she asked stuttering like crazy while trying to ensure that she heard him correctly.
The young hero tapped his chin as he entered a 'thinking-pose'. "I like to think of it as, two strangers who just met getting together and doing something while at the same time learning more about each other." he said as though it were the obvious answer.
"But...Isn't that the definition of a date?" asked Carrie confused.
"Heh, guess you got me on that one." said Nathan sounding sheepish. "You don't have to look at it that way if you don't want to. I just want to get to know you better, Carrie. Something countless people should have done in the past. If you're willing to that is, no pressure."
There was a tense silence that followed. Carrie was torn, on the one hand this was the first time anyone had asked her to hangout with them that didn't involve being the butt of a cruel joke. As far as she knew anyway.
On the other, she really didn't know Nathan that well and just going off with him to do whatever sounded a little sketchy.
"I...I'm not sure..." she admitted, gripping the straps of her bag and biting her lip in thougtht.
"It's okay to be a bit unsure. I understand. You don't know me and have no reason to trust me just yet." said the Stark heir, "But believe me, Carrie. I'm not like the people that treat you the way they do, I like to think of myself above that petty crap."
He was right about that, in all the time Carrie had been through her personal hell no one ever really took the time to help her when she needed it most. And if all the articles she had read about him were true, then Nathan Stark was a kind and gentle human being who looked out for the welfare of others above himself.
And ever since they met that day, she knew that he wasn't like everyone else. There was just something about him that made her believe his words and trust him, even the slightest bit, even though they really didn't know one another.
Like an instinct telling her that he was safe.
Nathan thought for a minute to himself then smiled, "How bout this? If you agree to come out with me for the day, we'll go and do whatever you want to do. No limits, no restrictions. The day's yours, I'm just along for the ride."
Carrie felt her heart beating a little faster as she tried to make a decision. Her mother was working late tonight, so she was free to do what she wished as long as she was back home before her.
"Would it be so bad to be around someone who actually wants to get to know you?" a small part of her mind asked helping her finally come to a decision. Gathering what courage she had, the telekinetic looked back at him and gave a small smile. "Okay." she said in almost a whisper.
The young Stark's smile grew, "Okay." he replied back as he motioned to his car with a wave of a hand. "Well then, your chariot awaits my lady." he said with a short bow making her giggle a bit before leading her to the passenger side. Opening the door and helping her in like a gentleman before closing it and getting in on the driver's side.
The engine purring to life before backing out of the space and heading into town a moment later.
On the other side of the lot, several sets of eyes had watched the entire encounter with rapt attention and couldn't believe what they had seen.
"What the hell was that?" asked Chris looking at her friends trying to comprehend. "Did Carrie freak-as-shit White just ride off with Nathan Stark? THE Nathan Stark?!"
"I told you what happened when he first came here." said Tina while leaning against Billy's car. "Why do you think he even bothers with her?"
Lizzie smirked, "Maybe it's some kind of community outreach thing. Pick one poor little cretin who has no life and make them wish they were someone else." her sister laughed while nodding in agreement.
Chris ignored them and crossed her arms as she watched the lamborgini turn a corner at the end of the street. She'd been jaded ever since she had been banned from prom, the PE bitch having had a hand in it and making matters even worse when she and the principal asked to see her phone where the original copy of the video she made of Carrie was still stashed.
It wasn't fair. Why did she need to be punished because the little bible-thumper didn't know what a period was? Now she was going to miss out on the biggest night of the year, everything she had planned with Billy in ruins.
To make matters worse, Sue, her best friend since grade school, had turned against her. Instead of staying in her corner when she needed her she grew a guilty conscience and proclaimed what they had done to Carrie was wrong. Someone who had been there since day one when they started putting that little bitch in her place.
And now, she comes back from her suspension to find the school's doormat getting all buddy-buddy with one of the most famous individuals in the world? Someone who had more money, power and influence than anyone their age?
Had the world gone to hell while she was away?
"What's on you're mind, babe?" asked Billy as he drapped his arm across her shoulders.
"Thinking about how Creepy-Carrie must have forgotten how things work around here." she said with a sharp tone.
X
Even though she agreed to this, Carrie found it very hard to control the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Having never been on any kind of outing before, she didn't know what to really expect. Sure, she'd seen how couples interacted together at school, but this was very foreign to her.
Resting back against the comfortable leather seat, she focused on what was passing outside the window next to her instead of the one driving the car. A small blush marring her face when she would glance his way every so often.
Nathan was attractive, very attractive, in her eyes. It was one of the many reasons why she questioned why he would even bother hanging around someone like her when there were so many other girls more than willing. Yet he asked her to spend the day with him, even after explaining his reasons she was still very confused about it.
What did he see in her that was so special?
"So, anywhere in particular you want to go?" he asked suddenly making her jump a little and bringing her out of her thoughts.
Carrie thought about it. She'd made such a snap decision that she didn't really think about anywhere she might want to go. Although, there were a few places she was going to visit before heading home after school before he came.
"There's a book I was going to pick up at the local bookstore and a few things I need from the sowing shop." she said making him nod.
"Alright, shopping first." the young hero said as he followed her direction toward the small shoping district of the town. Pulling his car into a space close to the center, the two of them got out and locked it up before making their way around the various stores that made up the plaza.
A few people were already out and about, having gotten out of either school or work as they went about their business. Some of them recognized Nathan and waved at him as they continued on until they entered a small store that was beside a resturant and a clothing shop.
The Stark heir looked around at the array of colored fabrics on rolls along the walls and the multitude of other items used in sowing. He remembered seeing Pepper helping patch up one of his father's busniess suits when it got a tear in it back when he was little. She told him it was a lot like building something, only more delicate in comparison and there was a lot of patience involved.
He watched Carrie browse through the wares, selecting some fabrics, thread and needles before going to the other side of the store with him in tow. "Never took you for a seamstress." he said as he ran his fingers along a role of blue silk.
The telekinetic picked up a few packages of various fabrics before she answered. "I learned at a young age. Mama always told me that the clothes girls wear these days are to revealing and attract unwanted advances. So she showed me how to make my own clothes."
Nathan raised his eyebrow at her, "You make your own clothes?" he asked getting a nod in return. He looked at her current attire. A tan sweater with a long brown skirt, bland in color, but well put together to the point you couldn't tell that someone put them together from scratch. "You're pretty gifted."
Carrie's cheeks darkened at the compliment as she went about getting what she needed and headed to the counter to pay for them. Leaving the store, they walked down the sidewalk in the direction of the bookstore. "So, tell me a little more about yourself." said the young Stark as they passed by the other shops.
"What...What do you want to know?" she asked back keeping her eyes to the ground infront of her.
"Anything your comfortable in telling me, I'm all ears." Nathan replied, "How about we go back and forth? I'll ask a question, then you ask one. Sound good?" Carrie looked up at him and nodded slowly. "Okay, what's your favorite color?"
She blinked at the small question, "Uh, blue...What's yours?"
"Forest-Green, it reminds me of the trees." he replied while looking at the trees around them. "Have you lived in Chamberlain your whole life?"
Carrie nodded, "As long as I can remember." her eyes clouded over with distant memories before she blinked them away and thought about her next question, "Where are you from?"
The young Stark put his hands in his pockets. "Malibu, California. Very warm and sunny, the view of the ocean is pretty nice too. What's your favorite food?"
"Spagetti, always has been." replied the girl as they continued walking, feeling more comfortable as time went by. "What's your father like?"
Nathan smirked, "A bit childish, and has an ego a mile wide. But he's a good man at heart. He was a bit nervous when I came to live with him back in the day."
The telekinetic looked back at him, "You went to live with him?"
He nodded, "Yeah, my biological mother abandoned me at his office one day. And even though he had no skills as a parent, he did the best he could. That and there was Pepper, my dad's assistant, she's been like a second mom to me all these years." they reached the front of the bookstore and went inside. Scanning the many shelves of novels and textbooks while they continued their little back and forth. "How about your family? What are your folks like?"
Nathan knew that her father was deceased and her mother was considered a nut by the community, but getting her to open up about it would help him understand a bit more.
Carrie froze as she reached for a book, "I never knew my dad. And my mom...she's...she's just who she is." she managed to get out as she selected the hardcover, keeping the title hidden from view.
Noticing her hesitation, the young Stark realized that it must be a very sore subject and decided to leave it alone for the time being. They walked to the front and Carrie went to pay for her book when she noticed she was short a few dollars. Preparing to bring it back, Nathan tossed a five on the counter instead and smiled at her.
Flushing at his kindness, they exited the store and started walking around again. "It's your turn with the Q and A." he said as they just strolled.
Thinking about what she knew so far, she decided to go for broke with her next inquiry. "What is so special about me?" she asked, looking up at him wanting to know the answer.
Nathan stopped and turned to her, "You have a good heart and a strong will." he said with such honesty and tenderness Carrie felt a warm jolt in her chest. "Even though people try to push you down and keep you there, you keep getting back up. Pushing onward when the world wants you to fail. That's how your special, you never give up."
The feeling in her chest bloomed further, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering in a frenzy as she soaked in what he had said. The boy before her looked up at the sky, "I can relate to what you've been through. Being the son of Tony Stark isn't as easy as many people would believe. I can't tell you how many people hated me because my father was famous and wealthy, as well as me being a genius and skipping several grades in school. It was like fate painted the biggest target on my back, and it wasn't just the other kids."
"Dad had, and still has, enemies. People who would love nothing more than to use me against him. And ever since I became part of my dad's life it's like the whole world expected something from me since I'll take over as CEO of Stark Industries one day. I'm like him in many ways, but many fail to realize that I'm my own person. I wanted to pave my own path."
He looked at Carrie and smiled, "We humans are foolish beings by nature, Carrie. We fear what we don't understand and can at times react violently toward it if we can't control or understand it. I was just barely ten years old when I started high school, it's terrifying at that age being around people that are bigger than you and even more so when they despise you for proving you know more than they do. But no matter how much they tried to keep me down, I didn't give in. Dad calls it the patented Stark-Stubborness, either way I refused to let what others said and did define me."
The telekinetic was beyond moved. Reading what she had about him and his family, she thought that his life would be the envy of everyone. Instead, he suffered just like she is now by people who would rather treat him like garbage than know the person he was underneath what the public painted his father as.
"Is that the reason why you helped me? Because we're similar?" she couldn't help but ask.
Nathan chuckled, "In a way, yeah. But to be perfectly honest, I hate seeing a beautiful young woman in distress. It goes against my code of honor to let something like that go. And it looked like you really needed a friend, someone that would put your needs first."
Carrie's face glowed brightly, looking anywhere but him as she felt her heart beating loudly in her chest. "I...um..." she had trouble forming words after heaing his admission. Freezing when she felt someone moving the hair out of her face, the gentle touch making her shiver a bit.
"Don't hide yourself from the world, Carrie." said the young Stark. His own heart beating a little hard against his rib-cage. "If no one can see how great you are, then they aren't worth the time to get to know you. I only hope that you will give me that chance. Because I want to see what others are too stupid and near-sighted to see, if you'll let me."
There was a long stretch of silence. The whole world seeming to fade out of focus as the two stood there and looked directly at one another. Carrie's mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. She'd never heard someone talk like that before, and he was completely open and honest to her to the point where she felt it to her very soul.
Somehow, someway, Nathan had broken through the emotional walls that she built around herself after all that she had endured. Someone she had only met twice, who had every reason to simply ignore her and her strife, had done more for her in such a short amount of time than anyone else in her life. His words ringing in her head and making her feel...happy.
Words failing her for what felt the hundredth time that day, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, she opted to simply nod with a smile curling her pink lips. Her face tinted a shade of pink that never seemed to fade as she looked into the blue eyes that gazed back at her.
For his part, Nathan watched the hurricane of emotions that passed through their shared gaze. Wondering if he had said the right thing until he saw her smile and nod, feeling elation that he had managed to make an honest connection with her.
"How bout we hit up a resturant? We can talk more while we eat." he said after getting the comfirmation.
"O-Okay." Carrie stuttered out her answer before they started moving again. Her heart still fluttering in her chest with nervousness and excitement after everything that was said. Though she found herself walking a little closer to the young hero beside her.
She may not have known how this would all turn out, but she was liking where it was going so far. As for Nathan, he looked at the girl out of the corner of his eye, glad to see a good amount of the earlier tension she was feeling was lifted.
Blushing a bit when he found himself staring at her face too long, he turned and focused on where they were going. "What's up with me? No girl I've ever met made me feel this way before." he thought trying to understand what he was feeling.
Though he had to admit, he didn't mind it one bit.
A/N: The story is a bit slow going, but I'm trying to be as realistic with the interactions as possible. Things will speed up very soon, and don't worry, the bully bashing is coming in the next chapter. So get ready for some good ole fashion justice...STARK STYLE.
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