Steve Rogers knew high school sucked, hard. He knew this because he's been in three different schools in one school year. Many different things had forced him to move: bullies, over protective uncle, lack of friends, lack of interest, sudden depression and others. He had stopped trying to make friends by now; he found social lives to be a waste of his time anyway. Despite his looks, Steve had always been somewhat an outcast.
That's why, when he parked his motorcycle in the lot of his fourth school in a year, he ignored the stares he got as he slipped his helmet off. He held the chin strap by his little finger, allowing his other hand to hold onto the strap of his book bag that he had swung over his left shoulder.
He climbed the stairs, pushing past the crowds of people that were talking to one another, and entered the building. He pulled his folded up schedule from his pocket, looking to his locker number -148- and combination - 45:15:21. He folded it back up, replaced it in his pocket and set about finding his locker.
After walking around clueless for a few minutes too long, he found a teacher and asked for directions. Walking with his head down, he followed his given instructions and found his locker. Shoving in his helmet and book bag, he pulled his schedule back out to check his first period class.
"Great, Physics." He sighed to himself. He grabbed his necessary books for said subject, and then shut his locker. He noticed the red head in her locker next to his. She looked over to him, nodding, before heading off in the opposite direction.
He walked aimlessly about until he happened upon his physics lab. He walked in, avoiding eye contact with the teacher and his fellow classmates, hurriedly taking a seat in the back of the class.
He was vaguely aware that the table directly beside him was occupied by a single body, but made no move to introduce himself. He pulled a black sharpie from his pocket and labeled his green note book "Physics Notes" underlining it viciously.
The bell rang, indicating the beginning of class, and he returned his sharpie to his pocket, looking up wearily to the teacher who had his eyes on him.
"Class, it seems we have a new student." Everyone turned their heads to face him. "This is Steve Rogers." Steve's lips formed a thin line as he raised his hand in a small wave. "You've come just in time too, we're starting a lab today, and this class has an odd number of students. You can go ahead and join Loki at that table." The teacher motioned to the table next to Steve.
The entire class snickered as Steve gathered his stuff and took his seat next to Loki. The teacher briefly explained the lab as he passed out the necessary supplies to each group. Steve lost track of what he was saying before he had even started talking.
As soon as the teacher was finished talking Loki handed Steve a pair of safety goggles. "Put these on." He instructed.
"Should I do something?" Steve asked, doing as he was told.
"How about you just sit there and look pretty so I can get this lab done." Loki smirked.
"Are you hitting on me?" Steve asked, confused.
Loki began working on the lab and Steve watched only getting more and more confused with each movement of the black haired boys hands. "No, should I be?"
"I... um..."
"Don't think to hard about it sweetheart," Loki said, writing something on a piece of paper.
"I feel like you're making fun of me now." He brushed his hair out of his face.
Loki set his pencil down and turned to him. "Why would I ever?" He smiled devilishly. "So, Steve, wanna hang at lunch?"
"I'm really not sure what you're doing now." Steve looked at what Loki had written down on the worksheet, but quickly slid it back to the black haired boy.
"How old are you?"
"16 almost 17. Why?"
"I'm 14 going on 15 and no offense, but you aren't really my type."
Steve pondered the statement for a moment. "Fine, let's 'hang' at lunch." He put air quotes around the word 'hang'.
Loki smiled again, laughing a bit to himself. "Great, I'll introduce you to my brother, he's your age." Steve sighed, slightly happy to be getting along with someone.
The rest of the period, Loki tried to explain what he was doing with the lab. Steve just listened and nodded, not having a clue what anything he said meant.
When the bell rang, Steve pulled out his schedule smiling when he saw the words 'A.P. English' occupying the space beside second period. "Afraid you won't have that with me." Loki said, wrapping his arms around his books. "I have freshmen advance placement. Have fun though."
"Um, this is kind of weird and feel free to say no... but-" Loki cut him off.
"Do you need me to walk you to class?" He raised an eyebrow. Steve remained silent. "Come on."
Steve grabbed his books, following after the much shorter boy. "I'm not really the most popular person, just so you know. In fact, practically the entire school hates me for one reason or another. Being seen with me is probably the last thing you want to do."
"I really don't mind." Steve smiled. Loki's face turned bright pink, but he tried to ignore it.
The halls were literally silent as the two passed. Steve was used to being stared at, but not like this. When they reached his English class, Loki turned to face the blond.
"Have fun in class, I'll see you at lunch." He smiled and quickly walked away.
Steve watched him walk away before entering class. His teacher quickly got out of her seat, introducing herself as Ms. Jennings. She pointed him to his desk, insisting that if he has any problems he should feel free to tell her and she would do her best to fix it. She walked to her desk, grabbing a book from off the top before walking to his desk.
"We've just started 'Lord of the Flies', have you read it before?" She asked, handing him the paperback.
He took it, smiling. "Can't say I have, how far have you gotten?"
"I just handed the books out to the class Friday, over the weekend they were suppose to read the first three chapters, but I can promise you that half the class didn't so I'll probably just end up letting you all read this period." The bell rung and she walked up to the front of the class.
After a brief introduction of Steve, Ms. Jennings asked the class how many of them had actually read the assignment, less than half raised their hands.
"Along with Friday's assignment I want chapters four and five done tonight. You have the rest of the period to read." She took a seat at her desk, picked up a book, and started reading.
Steve grabbed his sharpie from his pocket and wrote English on the front of his yellow notebook. He quickly picked up the book his teacher had handed him and read the first page. He was already bored. He raised his eyes from the book, scanning the room; they locked with a pair of deep brown ones.
Two seats forward and one seat to the right, the boy who's eyes Steve's had just met was holding his own copy of 'Lord of the Flies', it was half opened on the second page. As soon as his eyes had locked with Steve's he had spun around in his chair to face the blond.
'This book is sooo boring!' He mouthed the words. Steve nodded in agreement.
"Tony, have you completed the reading assignment?" Ms. Jennings asked. The brown eyed boy spun back so he was facing forward.
"Technically no, ma'am." He replied, coolly.
She sighed. "What do you mean 'technically no?'"
"Well I mean no, it isn't currently done. But if I really wanted to read this then it'd be done by now." He explained.
"Tony, just read it." She rolled her eyes and picked up her book.
The brown eyed boy turned back to Steve. 'She's fucking crazy if she thinks I'm really going to read this.' Steve smiled slightly. 'You have plans for lunch?'
Steve blushed, what was up with people here, they were much more interested in him than at any school he'd been to before. Either way, Steve nodded, frowning slightly for having to turn down the offer.
'They wouldn't happen to be with your physics partner would they?' He scoffed.
Steve got defensive. 'So what if they are.' Maybe he shouldn't be trying to make enemies on the first day.
The brown eyed boy had to stop himself from laughing loudly. 'Good luck with yourself blondy,' he mouthed before turning back around in his seat.
His mind wouldn't let him read any longer, so he just thought about what the kid had said. Was it a threat, or just a way to end a conversation that had taken a turn for the worse? Either way, Steve could tell that the kid -Tony was what Ms. Jennings had called him- was sort of a tool. He was glad he had snapped at him, he wouldn't have to deal with his asinine personality.
The bell rang and Steve once again glanced at his schedule. Art, math, then lunch. Maybe he could survive this day.