No one’s POV
The chemistry lesson was very awkward Tony had asked ‘Mr Right’ who he was, but he got no reply. He really hoped it wasn’t someone he disliked. He sat on his chair and Steve Rogers walked in. Tony believed that it was stupid that Steve’s last name was Rogers, because it meant that he was sitting next to Tony for every lesson.
I looked at my phone. Mr Right still hadn’t texted me since I asked who he was. He will still show himself today. We made a deal and frankly, I am not backing down from this promise.
Throughout most of the lesson, he hadn’t shown himself and then Rogers leaned in close to me.
“Keep your friends rich, and your enemies’ rich, and wait to find out which is which.” He whispered. My eyes widened as my worst nightmare had come true. It could have been anyone. But it wasn’t just anyone. It was stupid Mr Perfect. That means I have to bring him to my home. It’s times like this that I really hate my life.
“Mr Right…” I scoffed. I went into my phone and changed the contact name from Mr Right to his name. I couldn’t be bothered to come up with some fancy name for him on my contact list; he didn’t deserve me using that much brain power.
The science teacher, Mr Strange, set the assignment like I knew he would. Together, we had to work out a method to be able to prove the statement ‘A ball which has absorbed water will bounce higher than a ball with none’ either right or wrong. I don’t think we have to test our method at home, because if we did I would not be very happy. I am not happy anyway.
A load of girls, and even some males, came up to Steve when Mr Strange said we could choose our own partners. He looked at them and I frowned watching what he did. That used to me having everyone around them wanting to be their partner. I know that had nothing to do with my looks and was all to do with my brain, but still- it was kind of nice. But then Mr Muscle shows up and takes it all away from me. He’s not even that smart. He’s only just passing.
“I’m sorry, guys. I promised Tony that I would be his partner for this assignment.” I scoffed hearing that. A load of people shot me glares. I used to be popular. Now I’m hated. And it is all because of him.
Tony really hated me, and that hurt after all of the texting we had done. I thought texting him with an unknown identity would prove that he didn’t hate me after all. It just made things worse. I think I understand why he hates me now though. Tony likes to be alone- I understand that from how he is at lunch time- but I bring with me a crowd of people with me where ever I go.
I had track again after school. We are getting ready for a race against another school. I was really glad that I was one of the slowest people there, because it meant that I started off the race- the race was a relay- and then got to stop one I had ran my bit, rather than waiting at a spot on a field waiting for someone to come. I got it over and done with quickly.
When I lined up to start us off, thats when all the girls lined up to watch mr perfect run. It put me off and when I started to run, because of this, I fell over. They all started to laugh and I threw the batton onto the ground, before storming off to my car. I banged my head on the steering wheel making a loud honk. Then I was startled by a knock on my window. I looked up to see Rogers covering his ears. His hands dropped when the noise had stopped.
I rolled my window down and looked at him.
“Is everything okay? That was… quite a fall.” I started to roll my window back up but the idiot stuck his hand in the way.
“Move it or lose it.” I said. He looked at me for a moment, then I started to move it up again. His hand moved out of the way quickly. But the stupidity continued to happen. He climbed into my car.
“Tony, I am trying to help you. Please let me” He said.
“And why should I help you?” My chest felt very tight. My jaw clenched. I couldn’t breathe. “All you do is bring fangirls to laugh at me!” Tears started to fall down my face. I gripped onto the steering wheel. All I was thinking was ‘I have to get out of here.’ My foot slammed onto the accelerator and we were off. I was speeding and I knew I was.
“Tony. Tony slow down!” Steve grabbed my shoulder. It didn’t help though. I couldn’t stop. “Tony!” He yelled.
He sat back and put his seat belt on. I was scaring him. I was scaring myself. I hadn’t had one of these attacks in a long time, I usually have them under control.
He was speeding down the road. If he kept doing this then we would have cops chasing us very soon. I don’t know what is going through his head. Whether this is an anxiety attack or just him running away. I had heard from Bruce that Tony had massive anxiety attacks. He doesn’t have them often but when he does they are big erruptions. Tony’s cheeks were being stained with tears. His eyes had become puffy. His breathing… That couldn’t even be classed as breathing. It was going in and out so fast, I doubt that any air was reaching his lungs. At that rate, he would pass out. I had to calm him down quickly.
The only problem was… I didn’t know how to do that. I thought about Tony. He liked a lot of ACDC. I always saw him wearing the band merchendise and he had told me through the texts. What’s an ACDC song that I know?
“Living easy, living free, season ticket to a one way ride. Asking nothing, leave me be, taking everything in my stride.” I sang. He looked at me, taking his eyes off the road. “Don’t need reason, don’t need rhyme, ain’t nothing I would rather do. Going down, party time, my friends are gonna be there too.” It worked. He pulled up the car at the side of the road.
“Highway to Hell?” Tony asked. Steve nodded.
“It is one of your favourite songs right?”
“You sing it badly.” He let out a bit of a laugh. His hand going over his face.
“Well, I am not a professional singer. I don’t want to be either.” I said. And then a smile grew on his face.
“So, you’re not so perfect after all.”
“Let me take over driving, I wanna make sure you get home safely. And we have an assignment to do.” I said. He nodded and climbed out of the car. Given that he had just had an anxiety attack, it was good to know he still had a smart head on his shoulders.
I sat in the bathroom dialing Bruce’s number. The phone went straight to my ear and I waited eagerly for him to pick up. Steve was in my room right now looking over the hypothesis.
“Hey, Tony.” Bruce said. He sounded like he was out.
“I had an anxiety attack.” I said so casually. Bruce stopped walking, I could tell.
“Oh my God, are you alright? What happened?” He asked. I laughed a little.
“I’m fine. I fell over at track and they were all laughing at me, then Steve wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“You’re calling him Steve now? Not ‘Rogers’ or ‘Mr perfect’ or anything stupid like that?” He asked me. He was walking again.
“Well, he calmed me down and drove me home. He’s sat in my room right now.” I could hear the mocking tone in Bruce’s next sentence.
“Ah well, I wonder what he is doing in there.” I shudder. I could hear the smirk on his face.
“Anyway, just thought I’d tell you I had an attack. I know you log when I have them.”
“Yeah. Have fun with Steve.” That smirk is awful. I hang up the phone and hear knocking on the bathroom door.
“Tony, are you done? I need to use the bathroom.”
I opened the door and walked past him, apologising. The work he had done on the hypothesis was like he didn’t even need my help. I was reading over it when he came back in the room.
“I hope you washed your hands.”
“Of course I washed my hands.” He said. He walked over to me and checked my temperature. “How are you feeling.”
“Just dandy.” I said. I tweaked a few words in Steve’s method to make it seem more intellectually challenging, but other than a few moderations to the actual method- Steve had made a solid piece of work. “I guess we’re done here.”
“Well… It would be nice if I could have a lift home.”
“You want to leave so soon?” I ask. I kind of didn’t want him to go. “You could…stay the night if you wanted to.” I looked up at Steve.
“In case you have another anxiety attack?” He asked. I nodded. “Do you have a spare bed?”
“No, but we could share a bed…”I don’t know what I was thinking. Steve looked at me and then shrugged.
“Sure.” He said.
I curled up on the bed, holding one of the pillows to my chest. Steve was next to me, but he was asleep. I couldn’t really breathe, but I wasn’t going to wake Steve up. All he would do is sing to me again. I squeezed the pillow tightly. I rolled over and fell straight off the bed. That definately woke up Steve. He sat up and looked at me.
“Tony?” He asked. I couldn’t answer. I curled up tightly on the floor. Steve picked up his phone quickly and texted someone before throwing his phone on the bed somewhere and picking me up. My body tensed. I don’t want to be touched. I don’t like it. Steve started to stroke my hair. That was kind of soothing. I felt my body relax. “Are you alright?” I nodded in response.