Chapter One:

The bell rang for the last class of the day and the halls flooded with rowdy students. Cheerleaders posted up at the head cheerleader's locker, unashamedly preening in their short uniforms.

The non-uniformed females of the high school glared or stared longingly in their direction.

The dance team, were all wearing professional trousers, tops and heels. All of their hair was done up in a high ponytail and they looked damn fucking good.

One such female was confidently strutting down the hallway, ponytail swaying, and expensive camera in her hand.

High school junior, president of the yearbook class, chief editor of school magazine, and third year dance team member Kalia Rivera was on the prowl.

The girl usually 5'7" barefoot could now see over most people's heads in the hallway. At age 16 she poised a powerful figure thanks to her mixed Latino and African American genes.

"Kalia!" A male member of the dance team joined her stroll to the last class of the day. Yearbook/school magazine/journalism. Lovingly named Yeargasm.

"Hey, love. Did you finish that assignment that was due today?"

Kalia smiled cheekily at her teammate, Benji and opened the door for him. The two minute warning bell rang and the hallways churned with the students rushing to get in class on time.

She sets her camera bag gently on her desk and sits down. Tapping the mouse to get the computer awakened she finally replies.

"Uh, yeah. I had that turned in yesterday morning. I knew game day was going to be chaotic as well as we get our little pen pal assignments today. I just hope I don't get an idiot this time."

Benji collapses into his desk chair and grabs his hair in mock panic.

"I forgot all about that shit. Oh my god. Kalia help me?!" He whimpered as the final bell rang and their teacher had yet to show.

She snorts and stands up calling the class to attention.

"Alright, then. Since Anthea is running late again she probably sent me a text message."

The class quiets and she gives everyone a minute to get out their notebooks.

She reads from her phone. "And I quote: 'Good afternoon kids, I'll most likely be late but you guys know who's in charge even if I'm not there. Your pen pal college assignments have been notified in advance and have all sent emails to you already. Kalia. I made sure to assign you this one. Please don't kill me.' End quote."

There's a flurry of computer brig turned on as soon as she finishes.

"Wait! Before we start, make sure to be at the press spots you were assigned to on time."

And then classroom erupts into the dull roar of tee angers barely working and mostly socializing.

She turns back towards her desk and spots Benji bent over her workstation face almost glued to the computer.

"What the flying fuck! You got Anthony Fucking Stark?!"

"Get out of my email Benji!" She shoves him over with a frown and stares at the open email in anticipation. She begins to read it.

From: stark.a

To:

'Dearest sweet Kalia Rivera,

So I really don't have time to pen pal with a kid. So can I just throw a grand at you and say we did the assignment? I can doctor up some emails if I have to.

Tony Stark'

The first thing she thought of was that dear lord she would have to deal with a jack ass.

She quickly typed out a reply.

From:

To: stark.a

'Dearest Godly Sassy Anthony Stark,

Oh, no you don't. My career depends on the way I handle this assignment, Anthony! Don't be a jerk. As you know I am Kalia Rivera. You probably already have a detailed FBI file on me or something. But I don't know a damn thing behind Anthony Stark. Except for mate your sass and general dislike of your father. Now. We can do this the hard way or the easy way. I know where you live and I can get the legal documentation from my school to come up there and tie you to a chair. Or you can ask me out for coffee like a normal person. Your choice.

Kalia'

I smirk and hit send.

By the end of the class, Kalia was over her slight nervousness and was just now filled with anticipation. She couldn't wait for further correspondence from little Stark.

The seventeen year old was very hot and featured on several covers of top magazines like Rolling Stones and even Vogue. Not that she was interested in that type of thing. She was incredibly focused on all the high school exams she had to go through as well as the application for Boston University her dream school, for journalism and apprenticing at a magazine company. She had too much to do!

She was finishing up some of her AP English Literature homework while stretching and listening to a boom box that was playing for the dance team and cheerleaders. Everyone was in full uniform, mostly, and getting things finished up. Girls were either changing into the black velvet-like bell bottoms, or trying to fix the long sleeved crop tops that made up their dance uniform. Hair spray was being consistently sprayed in one corner of the hallway, while in a classroom, girls were putting on performance make-up. Other girls were doing homework too, and others were stretching while chatting.

One of the captains clapped her hands and shouted for all the dance team to get their asses into the halls.

Oh dear lord, it was the one that she couldn't stand, and half the team couldn't stand either. Juliet Tyler was senior captain and a bitch.

Her voice was annoying and when she was in a bad mood everyone knew it. Even if she wasn't in a bad mood, she sounded like she was!

Anyways, once the dance team was in the hallway, she started inspecting us to make sure we were performance ready. Kalia leaned against the wall turning to Benji who was right in front of her.

"Still thinking about Mr. Stark Industries Heir? Thinking about marrying him and having little Starkletts in a huge mansion with amazing technology and 24/7 access to dozens of nannies, so you and Stark could get it on in every single room of the mansion and on all flat surfaces?"

Kalia was startled into laughing, hard. "Oh my god, what the hell are you talking about?!" She snorts shoving him away and literally kicking his ass (lightly).

"I wouldn't marry him anyways. I barely know him, plus we're like 16!" She rolls her eyes and grabs a set of palm palms from the box. "I don't know you right now. Plus we have a game to focus on!"

Halftime.

The score was 43-43.

The band was belting out multiple stand tunes back to back to back, making the cheer and dance team dance and parade like crazy.

Our coach called us over and handed us our tickets for free food.

Kalia was standing in line waiting patiently for her turn when a suave, drawling voice whispered in her ear. "Hey, pen pal buddy!"

Kalia was stuck in a mental loop of: "Oh my god, Tony Stark?" and "Oh my god, he's touching me." Yes, she was a bit of an admirer. He was a handsome young man. However, a womanizing slut and went through girls so quickly.

And that was his hand sliding down her bare stomach to her hip. Her head turned and she hissed. "Tony! Hands off!" She slapped at his hands and stepped from his embrace, forcing her composure back on.

"Tony darling, not in public!" She turned to face him and was not surprised at all to find him in sunglasses inside the stadium. She sighed lightly and gave him a quick hug.

Tony stiffened imperceptibly, but she felt it before he relaxed and hugged her back. "Nice to meet you pen pal buddy." She joked and stepped back to turn towards the front of the line now.

Benji was staring at her and then him, his eyes flickering back and forth frantically. She rolled her own eyes and grabbed Tony's hand to pull them both out of the line. Kalia herded him into one of the family restrooms and locked the door.

She stared at him hard for a moment before rubbing her eyes. "What are you doing here? Pen pals aren't supposed to meet! We're supposed to write to each other always, and maybe exchange a picture."

"I wasn't supposed to be on the pen pal system at all and my best friend signed me up for it because he was on it! Yet here we are, not following the rules."

He pulls his sunglasses off and she stared for a moment.

"Are you high?!" She hissed stalking up to him and staring into his reddened eyes.

Were it not for the redness, he had extremely pretty eyes with very long eye lashes. He was a gorgeous boy, she had to admit. Smooth, creamy skin, an olive complexion, and thick dark hair. The boy was skinny, yet lean.

"Are you checking me out?" He returned back with a smirk.

She groaned and took a step back. "Okay. You seriously need to get out of here. There are school cops looking for students that are doing drugs and or drinking. Tell you what. My family had an emergency I have to leave the game. You! Meet me at the front entrance and by God do not attract attention to yourself and flirt with anything that moves."

She turned on her heel and unlocked the door before sliding through it leaving him there.

Benji was right outside raising his eyebrows. She stalked right past him and he has to jog a bit to keep up.

"So, I heard no moaning or sloppy sounds. Oh. That's right. Miss Prude is waiting for the big M day right?"

She pauses punching him in the arm with a laugh.

"Shut up! Nothing went on. In fact I have to leave the game. Tell coach and the nice captain that I had a family emergency? Thanks Benji." She lifts up a bit to kiss his cheek and turned to make her way to the classroom with her stuff.

Kalia left the basketball game, after picking up her dance team duffle bag. She met up with Tony at the front entrance. Once there, she saw him leaning against a street lamp waiting for her. When she saw him, she couldn't avoid the little jump her heart gave, both of excitement and then relief that he didn't get into trouble due to his intoxicated state at that moment.

"Come, let's go for some coffee, you're gonna need it." She told him, nudging her hip into his, playfully.

They stopped by a little, cosy coffee shop where Kalia ordered two coffees with Tony's cash while Tony kept flirting with everything that walked or signed autographs or both. Kalia sighed. After taking and paying for the coffees, they left the shop.

They walked together along the street sipping their piping hot drinks and allowing an awkward silence to fall betwixt the two.

Upon reaching a large building with numerous lit windows, they sneaked into the back of the building and up the stairs to almost the top floor.

"Here we are. MIT luxurious dorms. Complete with the slightly more frequent than occasional cockroach, ant problems, heating and air conditioning non capabilities, and nosey and noisy hallmates." Tony declared, gesturing like a ringmaster into his room and finally interrupting the silence between them.

Tony immediately starts tugging his shirt from his jeans and stripping the shirt off. Kalia emits a sharp pitched squeak, whirling around to turn her back on him. Tony just laughs.

"You don't want to see the perfection that is Tony Stark in the buff? Most would kill for the chance!"

"Mr. Stark. Prior notice would have been amazing." Kalia's face was hot and she didn't dare turn her head in case she got a glimpse of a very attractive teenage boy.

"I even went commando for you, sweetheart."

"TONY!" She squealed, appalled.

Hands settled on her hips and breath blew into her ear softly. Tony's tenor deepened into a baritone. "I love it when you scream my name, baby."

She was blushing so hard that she didn't notice Tony removing himself from her personal space and finish dressing.

Oh my god, was he groping me while naked?!

Her eyes locked on the posters around the room. Bands she barely knew as well as techie memorabilia littered one desk and the walls. Her eyes traveled to his nightstand, next in the sequence, and she emitted a sharp noise from her throat, which she immediately stifled.

There was a large box of condoms on the drawer. Size large. Oh god she didn't need those types of thoughts in her head. She didn't want to know what Stark's penis looked like, nor did she ever want to.

"How about we have some dinner, so we can know each other better? Do you prefer Chinese or Italian?" He asked her.

"Hm... Let's order Chinese." She turned to a fully dressed Tony in the most adorable MIT pajamas. A smirk threatened to cross her face.

Tony made a 'don't-you-dare' face and dialed the phone call while Kalia sat at one of his desks and dropped her stuff to the floor.

She looked curiously around Tony's room finding books, magazines and handouts about leading-edge technology on his desk and wall which she didn't quite understand.

"How do you like my humble abode?" Tony said bending over so that his mouth was next to her ear. He unconsciously smelled the arch of her neck: a heady, sweet essence. For a brief moment he thought he was in heaven, because she smelled so good but pulled quickly away from her.

Kalia had no idea what was going on with Tony because she was trying to read one of the brochures on his desk. She chuckled, moving the sheet of paper away from her. "I can't read that without looking in the dictionary for every other word." She huffs. "And I feel so stupid in your 'adobe' of human college student and technological genius."

Tony glanced over her shoulder at the aforementioned brochure and playfully tugged on Kalia's ponytail. "It's alright, darling. Some of the students that are seniors can barely read them either." He couldn't help but preen in her presence.

The high school student snorted, shaking her head in mock pity. "Oh these poor MIT students, putting up with a scrawny, 17 year-ol-" A knock on the door penetrated her speech and she glanced towards the door.

Tony froze for a second and then face palmed, groaning loudly. "Oh my god, please Kalia; I am sorry for what is about to occur. Some of the guys in this hallway can be utter assholes and I apologize for whatever they may do or say in advance."

Kalia nodded slowly. "No problem Mr. Stark. I'm no stranger to assholes, immatures, and the jealous idiots."

Tony opened the door by only a crack with a scowl on his face.

"YO STARKLETT! How's my favorite jailbait going? Hey listen, me and my friend here need a little 'help' with our homework again. You know?"

Kalia could only see Tony's stiffened back, due to his stiff posture.

"I told you that I wouldn't do that anymore. I only helped out because Campbell asked me to and gave me extra credit for it." There was a sneer in Tony's words.

Kalia tilted her head, slowly getting to her feet. Her mind quieted and sharpened.

"What? What do you mean no? Stark, my life depends on this passing grade in Bio Mechs! I cannot fail." The angry voice caused a bit of alarm.

Tony snorted. "Well, what do you know, Daddy's money can't make everything go right, huh?"

She grimaces and looks around the room for something to distract the angry guy or something. Inspiration on what to do.

"Stark! You're one to talk, with Howard Stark and Stark Industries backing up your stay here."

Tony flinched and his tone turned ice cold. Her eyes just landed on his messy bed and a completely ridiculous and crazy idea came to her mind.

"I'll have you know, Reecey-poo, that my father has nothing to do with me going here. I came here on almost a full ride due to my own genius and nothing about money. So you can take your 'throw money at it' attitude and get the fuck out of my doorway."

She hurriedly began disrobing to bra and panties and began mussing up her hair.

There were noises that sounded like a bit of a struggle along with raised voices from the door.

"Why you asshole!"

"Hey man, maybe you should start studying like Campbell said? We should go." Another voice said, sounding strained.

"The fuck, I'm not going anywhere without my completed paper!" Angry voice almost shouted.

She dove into Tony's bed and started withering against the sheets to make it look extremely messy.

She wrapped the sheets around herself and adjusted them so that her shoulders showed in a tantalizing glimpse.

She purred. "Ton-ie," she made sure to draw out his name in a play for seduction, "come back to bed? Please?"

There was a pause before the voices spoke up all at once "Stark has a chick in there?" "Why are you fucking some bitch when you're supposed to be working on my paper?"

Tony had let the door open more while he turned towards Kalia, staring at her in his bed with a dropped jaw.

She kept her eyes on him, while she saw that two figures were poking their heads in the doorway.

"Tony!" She stretched out as langoriously as she was able to underneath the sheets and watched as Tony's eyes followed the movement.

She winked at him, hoping he got the message.

"Right, get the hell out and good night, ass and Pearson. Make sure you lock his door too, Pear." Tony slammed the door shut and locked it and turned toward her while propping himself up on the door.

"Oh my god, please tell me you're naked."

She bursts out laughing, allowing the covers to fall to reveal bra and panties.

"Damnit! Rivera thank you for making not-so-little Tony excited."

He tries to adjust the bulge in his jeans and she turns away blushing as he curses and glares at it.

"My apologies. And also you're welcome for deterring the bullies."

She crosses the room to her duffle bag and pulls out the school clothing she had on earlier today.

"Oh god, please do not bend over like that." Tony's voice was strangled and she gets to her knees, blushing harder.

"Sorry, Tony!"

She tugs on her business slacks, grinning at him.

"Tony, it's getting late, I have to go home."

The lock on the door suddenly clicks open and the door swings open to reveal a tall dark-skinned African American guy pocketing a key and opening his mouth to say something.

"Tony! You know Campbell's paper is due next Fri-ooh." The guy, Kalia assumed he's Tony's good friend because he has a key, stopped, did a double take at her, and then whirled towards Tony.

"Dude! No! This is not what it looks like! Kalia, this is Rhodey, Rhodey, Kalia. Kalia please continue to put your clothes back on while I try and explain what happened."

Kalia busted out laughing again, barely able to put her shirt back on. "Why? There's no used condom in the trash, nor is there the smell of sex and sweat in the air. Nor do we look like we've been kissing or making out. All the explanation needed. Come along then, after the food gets here, I have to get back to the high school to get my car. I'll drive you both back here too."

The start of a beautiful relationship. - Very clique but very true.