Steve swallowed nervously. He tried to force away the nagging feeling that something bad was going to happen. As he scrolled through the remainder of the messages, he saw one text.

It was labeled "Tony Stark". The blonde couldn't swallow his surprise. He hesitantly opened the message.

"Come over today." Was all it read.

It was supposedly sent the day before at 3pm. Steve became thoroughly pissed. What was Tony trying to do? Secretly date him? That wasn't going to work out very well if Steve had any say so. The billionaire was a jackass at school. He'd even told his lackeys that Steve was gay. And he still thought the blonde would want to get with him? Steve threw his phone down on the couch. He was so utterly frustrated with everything! The blonde got up and started to walk towards his bathroom. Along the way he tripped over something and punched the wall in anger.

"Fuck this!" Steve fell to the ground angrily. He needed to calm down. He had anger issues. They probably ran in the family, he thought bitterly. Steve caught his breath after a few moments. Then he settled for watching TV. He'd shower later. He got really engrossed in the show and lost track of time. Before he knew it, it was 5am. He quickly got ready for school and left the building. The blonde made it to his high school with great effort. It was after all a very long walk. As soon as he'd stepped foot inside the building, Natasha was all up in his face. It was like she had a fucking built in radar when it came to her "buddies".

"Hey." Steve muttered, trying not to get aggravated with her.

"Hey, so I was just making sure we're still sitting with you at lunch today." She rambled. The blonde simply nodded.

"I hafta get to class." He mumbled and stalked off.

"But we have ten minutes!" He heard her yell. He waved his hand back dismissively. He really wasn't trying to be rude, but they were just so peppy all the time. It drove him crazy. Everywhere Steve walked, people snickered at him. The blonde ignored it. It wasn't like he'd never been laughed at. He was used to negative attention from everyone. The blonde skipped past all the dumbfucks in the halls and found his janitors closet. Only a few people saw him go hide in there. But word spread quickly.

"Steve's so lonely his friends are cleaning products!" He'd hear jocks laughing. Either way, Steve had to make it to first period. Though did he really want to? No. He never wanted to. Now that he thought about it, there was really no point in going to school. He'd never have enough money for college. So what was the point? He pondered this for a moment before hiking his way to his first class regardless. He sat quietly in his seat, not even looking at Tony. The brunette ignored Steve as well, save a few random "accidental" glances. As the blonde sat through that class droning out the lecture, he drew on his desk. And not just little doodles this time. he literally drew things in great detail in Sharpie.

After that, he quietly withdrew his tiny pocketknife. Then he carved lines in over the Sharpie. Since he sat in the back of the classroom, the teacher didn't even notice. He snickered to himself. Then he took a moment to admire his work. Steve was a pretty decent artist after all. He just never admitted it to himself. Though it took him a second to realize what he'd drawn, and that as soon as the bell rang, everyone else would see it too. He quickly took his knife and violently scratched over the drawing. The noise was deafeningly loud and so the teacher paused in his lecture.

"Mr. Rogers!" He yelled exasperated. "You're going to pay for that desk!" He smirked at this. As the bell rang, Steve walked up to the teacher and handed him money for the crappy old desk.

"Here, now shut up." He said as he left the classroom.

When nobody was around, he smiled deviously. No one would ever have to know that he'd carved a portrait of Tony Stark into his desk. The blonde made it through all the pre-lunch periods almost effortlessly. He'd decided to draw things on paper instead. That was only cause he was low on cash, by the way. He was by no means mellowing out. Anyways, lunch finally arrived and Steve walked through the cafeteria. He took a deep breath before approaching his freak-filled table. He sat down and made no comment. However, all of the others greeted him automatically.

"Hi." He finally uttered. Deep down, Steve realized something. He was their charity case. They all (especially Natasha) thought they could fix him, or help him. But Steve pretended not to know that. He went sassily along with whatever they said. They sure got a kick out of his "intentional" sense of humor.

"Why are you guys always so happy about everything?" Steve finally blurted.

"Except you Loki." He added as an afterthought. And, out of the entire group, Steve really did see Loki as the most realistic one. The teenager merely grunted in response.

"Why are you always so angry about everything?" Natasha retorted. The blonde was stunned with her answer. Never before had he seen her look so pissed off. Though he had only known her for like 2 days or something.

"Touche." Steve stated. The pair locked eyes. The blonde was the first to break eye contact, as he was the most uncomfortable with It.

"Whatever." He announced, then he abandoned their table for the day. He ditched the cafeteria and began to wander the halls. For some reason he couldn't calm down.

"Fuck them!" He yelled, punching and denting a locker or two. He thought that would satisfy him but it didn't. He growled angrily and punched more lockers.

"I hate this school! I hate those people! I hate...I hate my life!" He raged. The blonde punched until he could punch no more. He punched until his knuckles were bloody. Finally, he collapsed to the ground. He didn't cry or anything. He just cooled off. Finally he was calm.

"What...the fuck?" He heard a voice mutter from the side. He snapped his head over to see who it was. He realized with irritation that it was Tony Stark.

"What do you want?" Steve asked bitterly.

"I just, I left the bathroom, then I heard noise...and it ended up being you...violently punching lockers." He replied, seemingly confused.

"Whats wrong with you?" He finally asked. It was a question that lingered in the air for what felt like forever. Steve's face scrunched up. The internal pain was evident on all of his features.

"You don't know me. You have no right to ask that." The blonde finally replied, trying to keep his slowly rising anger in check. Tony scoffed.

"I know everyone, I'm-" But Steve stood up and cut him off. "Tony Stark, I know. Everyone knows Tony Stark. Your just so fucking amazing. Money, looks, popularity, girls. You can have anything and everything you fucking want!" The blonde ranted. But before he could finish, Tony interrupted him.

"Not everything." Steve looked dumbstruck. "Oh really, name one thing you cant have?"

Tony took a deep breath, expression suddenly morbid. He never broke eye contact with the other.

"You." He stated. Steve froze, stunned. But he gathered his good sense and stormed off.

"Fuck that." He whispered, utterly confused. What was the stupid brunet trying to do? Prank him or something? Whatever. Steve ran to his closet and grabbed his bag. He walked right out of school, AGAIN. The blonde was fuming. He walked the mile or more home and settled down a bit.

"Fuck him. Who does he think he Is?" He asked himself. There were so many thoughts running through Steve's mind. There were so many things he wanted to say. And he couldn't stand it any longer. He'd reached a conclusion and Stark was going to hear it whether he liked it or not. The blonde dialed Tony and waited. There was no answer. He sat there fuming a bit longer until his phone rang.

"Why are you calling me in the middle of class?" Tony asked, sounding exasperated.

"You know what fuck you! I don't care where you are, I don't care what your doing. You'd better drop everything and fucking listen to me. Understand?" He stated infuriatingly. He could hear Tony's nervous swallow.

"Fine." The brunette replied.

"Good. Now that shit you said in the hallway, It was exactly that, shit! You know you can have me! Fuck you've known for years you could have me! You just never did anything about it cause you'd rather be popular. You'd rather be Mr. Big Shot. No, you would never actually go to school and say your dating a guy. You couldn't harm your reputation like that! Because that's just who you are! Your the most selfish person I know! So don't try to blame not being able to have me on me, cause you know that's ridiculous. Oh, and by the way, I sincerely appreciate you telling your little friends that I'm gay. At least they outed me before I'd ever have to!" Steve shouted, then abruptly ended the call. He was trying to catch his breath from all that yelling.

"Fuck." He concluded in a whisper. Looks like Steve Rogers had finally snapped.

That night, the blonde had no trouble drifting to sleep. For he was exhausted beyond belief. A small part of him felt guilty for the anger fit he'd unleashed on Tony. But the other parts of Steve were purely satisfied. He really needed to see a therapist about this rage issue. Oh well. The blonde didn't really feel like going to school the next day, and he was happy to discover it was a Saturday. Well, he was happy until he realized that he'd have to walk all the way to work, stay there for 8 hours, then walk home. Sighing, he pushed himself up and out of bed. He got dressed in his semi-professional clothes they'd ordered him to get. Then he headed out. Steve made it to the mall within an hour, but since he'd actually properly budgeted his time, he wasn't late.

He checked into work at around 9am. (he was supposed to be there by 9:30 latest, since the store opened at 10) He was working at a food stall in the cafeteria. He wasn't prepared for all the grease, but it wasn't nearly as boring as a department store job could have been. Steve was simply working the register there anyway. At around 10:30 people finally started getting to the mall. Though it wasn't till around 5pm or 6pm that things got hectic. Steve had never seen so many teenagers crowded in a place that wasn't high school. Not to mention the crazy families with loud children that sill lingered. Why in the hell did the blonde think the mall would be a fun place to work? He sighed to himself in aggravation, however he showed good attitude to the customers. He couldn't get fired for this job. (The hours were 9:30 to 8:00 on Saturday, No work on Sunday, and 5:00 to 10:00 on Monday through Friday) He was at least happy that this was better pay than McDonald's. Anyways, around 8:20, Steve headed out. he walked home in the dark, wondering how much creepier it would be during the week. Though he made it to his apartment without being attacked, and was happy about that.

Once inside, he settled into his couch and realized how hungry he actually was. The blonde decided to just drink some coffee though, cause he didn't feel like cooking anything. The TV was nice to watch in the dark. He was finally relaxed. Steve actually felt really accomplished. Since he never did anything at school, having a job felt nice. Around 10:15, his phone rang. He wondered who it was, since he only had like 2 contacts. Once he'd looked at the screen and discovered it was Tony, he scoffed and threw the device back down onto the couch. It wasn't until it rang 4 more times that Steve finally picked up.

"What?" He asked, frustrated.

"Can you come over? We need to talk." Tony asked, sounding desperate. The blonde scoffed again.

"Hell no. No more secret dates or whatever they were. If you want to talk to me, then we talk in public and you deal with it." He retorted.

"Why must you be so difficult?" Stark asked, sighing. When there was dead silence, he gave in.

"Alright fine! Meet me at the coffee shop down the street from my house in 20 minutes." Steve nodded, though he knew Tony couldn't hear it. Then he hung up. The brunette would just have to wait for him. Cause he wasn't leaving until his show was over.

Steve walked into the coffee place 15 minutes later then he was supposed to. He purposely ordered an extra complicated coffee, just so he'd have to wait for it longer. When his drink arrived, he begrudgingly walked over and sat across the table from Tony.

"Alright, what was so important?" Steve asked, annoyance written all over his face. Tony took a deep breath and tried to gather his thoughts.

"What you said, It's true. I know this is my fault. And so I'm going to fix it." The brunette said. Steve looked confused.

"What're you talking about?" He asked, trying not to get unnecessarily mad over anything. The brunette didn't answer right away. He looked down at the table warily.

"Tony?" Steve questioned. Tony finally looked up and met eyes with the blonde.

"I'm going to out myself at school. And I'm doing to take you on a real date." He stated.

A/N: Mwahaha are you dying yet. I mean what. Hope you enjoyed XD

Thanks to all the loyal readers, you guys rockkkk *makes rock and roll symbol with hand*