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Well, don't let me stop you from vicariously living through his tales of conquest.

Vicariously? Who says I need to live vicariously through Johns flirting?

Because unlike you, John's done far more than just flirted.

Groping you doesn't count.

And what makes you think I haven't?

Leaving a girlfriend's place in a hurry with his pants around his knees in a run from an ill-timed intervention of her father is hardly a grope.

And you're all talk, Stark. All fourteen year olds are.

Okay, well I've just found my new hero, for a start. And I am not all talk, you know I've done things.

So glad I could introduce you.

Whatever you have done, I doubt it's much more than I have myself, honestly.

You really know how to deflate a guys ego like that.
It's a good thing this year, I have every intention of changing that, thank you very much.

Oh? With whom?

Certainly not with Bruce. You're too young for him.

Who says I'm too young for him?

There's really not that much difference between us you know. I mean there are millionaires out their with girls half their age. So I'm not that young.

Besides, I'm 15 in April.

Yes, I could tell by the overarching maturity coming from you since I returned that age and wisdom were fast approaching to be bestowed upon you in a few months.

You are a child who understands absolutely nothing but machines and desire. Grow up.

Hey, I haven't even done anything wrong or explode anything.

At least I'm not baffled by the idea of emotions, Spock.

Well, we're not all born perfect with fate handing us everything we desire.

You are the worst.

You're old money, you get just as much as I do, so you can't even use that one on me.

I'm the worst? Okay, because who started snapping at who here? Because it sure as hell wasn't me.

Ha! Give it a few weeks, a few months--give it to the end of the term. Tony Stark gets everything he wants with just the slightest of effort. Old money or not, I can say what I like. Not everything that can be desired has a price in galleons and sicles.

And I'll snap at you as I like.

Slightest effort? Just because you don't see the effort I put in doesn't mean it isn't there, you ass. And I know not everything has it's price or making friends would have been a hell of a lot easier.

And, no, no you wont. You don't have enough people who give a damn about you to just snap at them. Where is this all even coming from. Because I know I actually haven't tried to annoy you on purpose for a change.

I don't need people to give a damn about me. You think it matters?

Shut up and leave me alone.

Of course you do.

And no, you started this and I'm going to get it out of you.

There is nothing to get out of me. Do as I say.

Yeah, because you're completely normal and just like you right now, so of course there's nothing wrong.

Is that what you're attempting to say here?

Normal or not, I don't need you.

Yeah, you know I don't believe that right.

[He flips through pages, reading their conversation for a moment or two.]

Is this a John thing?

Conversation over.

[Closes his notebook.]

Right.

[Tony closes his own book, sticking it in his book bag he goes off to go looking for Sherlock, his first port of call being their room, because that's where Tony generally comes across him when he's sulking.]

You know, this is one of those moments when you have such a bad poker face I can tell you're lying from the library.

Shut up, Stark. Not interested.

[Sherlock sits up and pulls his drapes closed, glaring at him as he pulls them closed in the direction of Tony.]

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