History Sucks

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Author's Note: I was writing this in homeroom at school and then the bell rang and I forgot to hit save and it all disappeared!! I had to re-do the whole thing!! Hopefully it will be just as good as the 1st time I wrote it xD
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(Extra author's note: Omg that first author's note was written over two years ago! That was when I was a sophomore in high school. Shockingly enough, I remember the day. I am now a freshman in college! Crazy how time goes by! Enjoy every minute of every day!) 

The hallways were crowded and everyone was walking extremely slow, especially Tony. He was still a bit shocked from gym class, and not to mention he had tons of fangirls surrounding him. Considering his pretty shitty mood, he had to try his best to ignore their shrieks of joy and the cameras flashes going off around him as he walked to History class. He really just wasn't feeling the whole 'celebrity' thing right then. 

History was up on the 3rd floor, but being that Tony was, well, Tony Stark, he got to take the elevator up. Luckily, none of the girls could follow him in there because without a pass, you aren't allowed in the elevator. When the doors closed, Tony leaned up against the wall and tried to gather his thoughts. He had to take a couple of deep breaths, and remember that this was no big deal. Chris and Tom were no one in the big scheme of things, and neither was Clint. Sure, maybe Clint was a big shot in high school, but no one was a better than Tony was. He couldn't let people like the three of them get him down. He was Tony Stark, an absolute genius. None of them even compared to him. 

By the time the doors opened again, Tony's poor attitude had flipped upside down and he was once again the popular, rich kid that he was before he went to gym. The girls squeeled as he walked out of the elevator and he smiled at them. Instead of ignoring his fans, he decided that he would embrace is popularity and take selfies with them all as he went down the hall. He even kissed a couple of them, which was a nice pick-me-up before class. 

When he finally reached his classroom, he realized that he was 10 minutes late to history. He waled in quietly, trying to be discrete about his tardiness. But unfortunately, the teacher noticed him and decided to call him out. She crossed her arms and frowned before speaking. "Mr. Stark, do you have pass?" She asked, tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.

"Now why would someone such as me..." He winked at two girls in the back, causing them to  blush. "Need a pass?"

The teacher rolled her eyes. "Sit down Mr. Stark," she instructed him. She watched as Tony went to take a seat in the back of the class and she quickly shook her head. "No Tony. We have assigned seats in this classroom." 

Tony was astonished, he couldn't believe a teacher would treat him like that. All his life he had gotten whatever he wanted, so having someone tell him where to sit was something he really wasn't use to. He shouldn't be as shocked by the notion as he was, but he couldn't help it. He would admit it, he was spoiled, so he didn't like being treated otherwise. His father may not be around 90% of the time, but he still gets whatever he wants. 

"You're joking right?" Tony smirked, actually believing the teacher might be playing around with him. But after a few seconds, he saw the teacher was still giving him a serious glare and realized how wrong he was. "Nope, I see your not." He walked up to the front of the class and put his hand in his jean pocket. When he got up to the teacher he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled out a $100 bill. Tony turned her towards the board so their backs were facing the other students. "I would like to sit in the back please."

She glared at him with possibly the most menacing stare he had ever seen. She straightened her back and stood up straight, shaking Tony's arm off her at the same time. She turned back towards the class, leaving Tony standing there facing towards the board. "Sit down Mr. Stark!" She shouted, pointing to the seat directly in front of her.

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