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itsnotallgizmosandglory:

After the shake, Howie started to pack up his things, getting prepared to go for the next class. “Let’s meet at the nice coffee shop two blocks from the school. They sell the best mochas in all of New York.” He gave him a grin but inside he was wanting to tear his hair out. Two months. Two months he was going to have to deal with this creep on a daily basis on a much more intimate level. This was not going to be pleasant, not at all. 

When the bell ring he stood, getting his things and stretching, popping his back in a few places. He yawned and nodded to Justin. “How does that sound?”

Justin thought for a moment, placing it in his mental map. “Yeah, sure. After classes I assume, or we could skip class,” he shrugged. “Oh. Wait, you can’t do that. Daddy Stark has to sign you out of classes to leave early. Ha!” He laughed as scooped his things up, leaving the room with a grandiose smirk.

Howie wanted to smack that smirk right off that jackass’ face but took a deep breathe and calmed down. It wouldn’t do him any good to get overtly angry towards this dickwad anyway. He sighed, and went to his next class. It took a while for the classes to end for him, he kept dozing in and out and after classes, he went straight to his car after leaving a voice mail on his father’s phone. He sat down, sighing and closed his eyes. So annoying. He was going to have to spend two months with him. Really? Just really? Did God really hate him that much? Oh, fucking joy.

He started the car and drove down to the cafe, parked, and got out after trading his uniform jacket for a black peacoat. He went into the cafe, smiled at the barista, and ordered a mocha before turning to look for Justin. 

iamnotmyfather:

Justin rose form the desk to glare at Stark, knowing what the other boy was doing. He was trying to make himself seem the better man by offering a truce. Bastard. Justin’s lip curled, but he took Stark’s hand and gave it a firm shake. “Deal. If you’re as smart as your grades say you are, then this should be no problem. Now… let’s start planning,” he smirked.

After the shake, Howie started to pack up his things, getting prepared to go for the next class. “Let’s meet at the nice coffee shop two blocks from the school. They sell the best mochas in all of New York.” He gave him a grin but inside he was wanting to tear his hair out. Two months. Two months he was going to have to deal with this creep on a daily basis on a much more intimate level. This was not going to be pleasant, not at all. 

When the bell ring he stood, getting his things and stretching, popping his back in a few places. He yawned and nodded to Justin. “How does that sound?”

iamnotmyfather:

“Read the board, asshole,” Justin snapped in reply, already realizing what had to be done. Slowly, the students around them were as well, and silence was filling the room, one hushed voice at a time, eyes locked on the two rivals. Justin was not pleased with this, this was not okay, and it was going to bomb. After all, it wasn’t like they HAD to place, or do well—

“Oh, and before I forget. If you walk on and show a lack of any effort, I will fail you.”

Justin immediately groaned and slammed his head into the desk, earning himself a nice red mark on his head and a faintly ringing headache. “I…. hate my life…”

“Ugggh…. Fuck my life,” he groaned out, also slamming his head into the desk. This was horrible, utterly horrible. No, no, definitely no more sleeping in class for him. This was whatever gods existed’s way of punishing Howie, he was absolutely sure of it. He groaned and sat up, his head pounding from his stupid decision. 

“Great. Fucking great.” He looked at Justin, scrunching his nose. “I guess we have no choice, huh? We’re going to have to work together.” He sighed and extended his hand. Yes. Let him be the bigger man. “Let’s do it, and let’s kick everyone’s asses. What do you say, huh?”

iamnotmyfather:

itsnotallgizmosandglory:

“Go fuck yourself, Hammer,” he snapped, taking a sip of his coffee. “So what if I’m late? How is it your issue, huh? Just be quiet, kay? That’s how I can deal with you best, so let’s not give me a massive headache, alright?” He rolled his eyes, pulling out a pair of headphones and plugged them into his laptop, turning on his music player.

Why was Hammer such an asshole, anyway? This started way back in grade school, when Howie had made a massive, intricate sun castle and Justin had kicked it right in his face. He cried like a baby and demanded to be picked up from school, and so had waited in the office until Pepper came and picked up the crying six year old. Since then, Howie hated Hammer with a fiery passion, and Hammer seemed to always hate Howie, so there was no big loss there. The guy was a massive bag of dicks, thats what he was. 

After a bit, he yawned deeply, having finished his coffee and exhausted his obnoxious music. Eventually, he ended up falling asleep on his lap top, face on the key board. 

Hammer stared at the sleeping Stark boy, and slapped him on the back of the head before returning to his computer, quickly pulling up multiple complex items to work on and pretend he was busy.

Below them, in the front of the class, the teacher droned on about the talent show. “…And it is mandatory. I teach you science, and I don’t want you all to end up like some of my other ignoble students, damned to a life where social interaction is more difficult than making a perpetual motion machine. The requirements are as follows,” she said, turning to the board and beginning to write.

“One. No student may work alone. Two. No students can be in a grow of more than two. Three. If you place, I forgive all tardiness, drop three low scores instead of one, and raise your grade by a full letter. Four. You will not simply pantomime a music song, that is far too droll…” She continued, making a ridiculous list until even Hammer’s patience was fraying. Finally, she concluded it and students immediately began to pair themselves.

Justin leaned down and tapped a brunette’s shoulder. “Hey, Sarah, want to work with me on the talent show?” He offered a winning smile. “I can use my tech to make a fantastic show.”

She snarled and recoiled form his touch. “If you think I’m ever going near you again after last weekend, you’re stupider than your father.” Justin flinched and pulled back. The same thing happened with every other person he tried making eye contact to or speaking to, leaving only Stark to possibly try to work with him. He still stared ahead, though, stubborn, even though his jaw was locked in irritation.

Howie’s eyes attempted to adjust to the light as the pain in his head rang. What the hell was the teacher going on about? What? He shook his head, trying to get adjusted to being awake without wanting to be. Who the hell woke him up? It was Hammer, wasn’t it. Damn that asshole. He looked around him, and frowned deeply. Shit. Why was everyone pairing up. What the hell was going on? 

And why was Hammer the only one without a partner. 

He leaned in to Justin, saying, “Hammer, what the fuck is going on, and please tell me this isn’t mandatory.” 

He really, really, did not want to have to be paired with Hammer. He looked up at the board, seeing the requirements, and his heart was sinking with each word. Shit. Shit shit shit shit. This is what he got for sleeping during class, he guessed. 

iamnotmyfather:

Justin heard the door open violently, slamming into the wall and pulling him from his peaceful reverie. He sighed again, rubbing his temples and sitting up to see the Stark sit right next to him. Granted, they were the only two seats, but still. It was annoying. He leaning forward and checked his computer, trying to ignore the Stark boy. The notes were ridiculous.

Furthermore, the engine could overmeat and…

Pencil-ly, Anne!

So in this face, the in gene may…

Justin scowled and shut down the program, deleting all the words it had written. He’d tested it earlier and it had done much better. Ugh…. Stark walked in and everything fell to pieces. Of course it went like that— everybody liked Stark and hated Hammer. Or pitied him, which was worse.

It wasn’t his fault his father was in prison for an indefinite period of time. Or that he bullied his father into signing the emancipation papers so he could take over the company two years early. And that was after fighting for three years to get that. Or that the damn company was falling to pieces— which wan’t his fault either, dammit! Nobody would take him seriously, and it was hard to hire people when most of them were taller, could grow mustaches and beards, and had years of manipulating people behind them. Sure, he could invent, and build, and engineer, and delegate tasks, but he had a legal responsibility to go to school, or else he could get in trouble. Sometimes, Justin just wished he could have a Pepper.

“Late again, Stark?” Justin drawled, looking over his shoulder with a faint smirk. “That’s over twenty now, isn’t it?”

“Go fuck yourself, Hammer,” he snapped, taking a sip of his coffee. “So what if I’m late? How is it your issue, huh? Just be quiet, kay? That’s how I can deal with you best, so let’s not give me a massive headache, alright?” He rolled his eyes, pulling out a pair of headphones and plugged them into his laptop, turning on his music player.

Why was Hammer such an asshole, anyway? This started way back in grade school, when Howie had made a massive, intricate sun castle and Justin had kicked it right in his face. He cried like a baby and demanded to be picked up from school, and so had waited in the office until Pepper came and picked up the crying six year old. Since then, Howie hated Hammer with a fiery passion, and Hammer seemed to always hate Howie, so there was no big loss there. The guy was a massive bag of dicks, thats what he was. 

After a bit, he yawned deeply, having finished his coffee and exhausted his obnoxious music. Eventually, he ended up falling asleep on his lap top, face on the key board. 

iamnotmyfather:

Justin adjusted his tie as he walked into the classroom, taking a seat at the long, university style tables. Sighing, feeling bored with all the glares he’d gotten (being perfect tended to cause some jealousy), he brought out his laptop. A top of the line Hammer Tech laptop, of course, personally designed and made. Not the ones often sold, mind you, seeing as that would make the laptops so expensive that even Hammer would think about buying one more than every other year. Which is why Justin had his own, made by himself, for himself.

As he booted it up, the screen glowed before settling into a familiar brushed steel interface. Sharp and square— it took up every single pixel of the screen with maximized efficiency. That made it look incredibly business-like and off-putting, but Justin liked it that way. It kept the people who wanted toys away, and brought the people who wanted work to get done, in. He tapped the internet browser icon and leaned back in his chair casually, resting a hand behind his head, dark waves all but hidden. The glow of the computer reflected in his eyes, making the dark grey-blue look as cold as steel, and his black tie to look almost blue.

He heard the door open again and the teacher came in just before the bell went off, alerting the full classroom that class had begun. And there was a seat on either side of Justin— perfect. He did NOT want to deal with the Stark brat irritating him all through class again. He yawned and put his other hand behind his head, starting up a notes program to record the teacher’s voice and transcribe it into notes. Sometimes it hiccuped, but so did everything else. He closed his eyes and let himself daydream. Today was going to be great.

Howie was late. Again. He gritted his teeth as he ran down the stairs of the Avenger’s mansion, grabbed his school bag off the couch after grabbing one of Thor’s pop tarts (probably much to his godly uncle’s dismay when he found out) and ran out to the garage. He looked around, going through his father’s many cars before finally finding his; a nice, black sports car. He opened the door, threw in his bag, and got in the driver’s seat. How could he be so ridiculously stupid? He should have told Jarvis to wake him up, but nooooooooo, he thought that after pulling the all nighter he would be fine to go to class. 

How the hell did he over sleep? It was supposed to only be one hour, damn it. One hour to get him through the day until he could crash at home. Why was he such a moron some times? He put the keys in the ignition and turned on the car, flicked on his stereo, plugged in his cell phone and hit the music shuffle. He hit the button to open the garage and pulled out. He drove, rolling down his windows and cranking him music. Anything to keep him awake. He could feel himself passing out at the wheel. That would not be good. He could see the papers now, Howard Stark !I, Son of Tony Stark and Heir to Stark Industries Killed In Tragic Car Accident: Falling Asleep at The Wheel. Yeaaaaaaah, that didn’t sound like a good idea to him. 

“Let’s put something obnoxious on,” he said, changing the song to a Katy Perry song. Yup. Quite obnoxious enough. I Kissed a Girl was good for something. Keeping the young Stark awake. He yawned, then made himself to sing along with it in order to stay away. How the hell was he going to keep up with himself during class? 

“Coffee,” he answered his mental ramblings. “Duh. Wow, Howie, for being a genius, you can be pretty damn retarded.” He pulled through a Starbucks, buying a large black coffee and an espresso shot. He paid, drove off, and took the shot in one gulp, turning his attention to the coffee and continuing to play obnoxious music. Good thing he had lots of Katy Perry and Ke$ha. He yawned loudly, pulling into the student parking lot, grabbing his bag, his coffee, and locking up his car. He slipped his keys into his pocket and looked at the school. Yup. No students were out and about. He was late. 

“Fuck my life, man, seriously.” He adjusted his uniform jacket and walked up, going by the office to sign in as late, for the 21st time that year and it was only November. The receptionist just shook her head. “You know that if you hit thirty, Mr. Stark, we’ll be required to call your father.” 

Howie made a face. “Yeah, I know. I’ll be on time from now on, I swear.” 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, kid.”

Howie ignored her, walking out and heading out to his class room. He pushed open the door, much to the teacher’s dislike. He could practically feel her eyes pouring into his skull. Damn, she was creepy. He looked for a seat and blanched when he saw the only two open ones were by Hammer. “Well, fuck me sideways,” he muttered, heading down to take a seat. He didn’t say a word to Justin as he took a seat, setting his bag underneath his desk after setting down his coffee and pulling out his laptop. Stark Industries made, of course. He yawned, took another sip of coffee, and started making notes. 

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And he is going to sound like Wheatley. 
Deal?
Of course deal.