A/N: So, this is my first fanfic for Altair and Malik. It's an AU. =3 High School. XD For someone who just finished high school, I should do well for this. XD Well, I hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not and will not, no matter if I wished and begged Ubisoft, own Assassin's Creed. T-T
Malik walked through the front doors of his new school life. Students bustling the halls of his new found hate, paid him no mind as they tried to make it to their classes before the bell rang. He figured he should do the same. He had already set up his classes with the administrator and he was already enrolled. No need to see anyone... Except for maybe a guide, considering, he has no idea to where he is going. He wished he asked for a map when he met with the administrator last week. He nearly smacked himself for his ignorance when he heard his brother, Kadar, calling his name behind him. "Maliiiik! Wait for me!"
Shit, he had forgotten about his younger brother. He slapped himself for ignorance on both matters. Kadar reached him, panting as he waved bye to their mother as she drove away. He looked at Malik, calming his breath before he spoke. "Why did you slap yourself?"
Malik looked at him through his fingers, groaning, "I forgot to ask for a map and I almost forgot my own brother. Wouldn't you slap yourself, too?"
Kadar snickered as he pulled his backpack from his back and started to rummage through it. "Well, I wouldn't have to because, one, you're right here, and two," he paused as he pulled out a very detailed pamphlet of the school. "I have a map right here." He smiled in triumphant.
Malik, staring dumbfoundedly at Kadar, suddenly smirked as he grabbed the pamphlet from his brother's hands. "Okay, we just need to find both of our classes before the bel-"
He was cut short when the bell rang loudly through the halls and rang through their ears, rattling their eardrums. Malik cursed as he and Kadar started running to their class. As they ran, Malik said, "Kadar, your class is right there!" They stopped in front of his classroom and Kadar sighed.
"Perfect, not too late. Well, what about you?" Kadar looked over Malik's shoulder to look at the map.
"Room 189 is..." as they looked, Malik's face dropped. "Fuck! It's in the completely opposite direction!"
"Well, go!" As Malik started running in the opposite direction, Kadar yelled after him, telling him to meet him in front of his classroom after this period ended. Malik waved in response as he continued in his pursuit to his own classroom.
"Okay, okay... Room 185, 187... Here! 189!" He stopped suddenly in front of the door to his first class, AP English. "Okay, five minutes late, not too bad." He smiled as he opened the door to his class.
And he wished he could just walk right back out. Majority of the class stared right at him as if he was the biggest ass in the world. "Uh..." Malik started, hoping to catch the teacher's attention. The teacher had his hand posed in the air, as he was writing his name on the board. He dropped his head and sighed heavily, slowly turning his head in a lazy motion.
"Need I remind everyone... That class starts at 7:45 on the dot?" He said to the whole class who just nodded in return. The teacher turned and looked at his attendance sheet, ignoring Malik who is feeling inadequate at the moment. "Malik, is it?" Malik jumped at the harsh tone and just simply nodded. He felt idiotic, since the teacher isn't even looking at him.
"Uh... Y-yes, it is."
"Okay, have a seat. If you can find one." And just like that, the teacher turns away and continues to write his name on the board.
No discipline for being late? Maybe I'll get one later... Malik thought as he made his way to seat in the back, next to the window. He dropped his backpack on the floor and glanced at the board to see that his teacher's name is Mr. Claps. He chuckled at the name, but composed himself when he noticed Mr. Claps paused in his writing and glanced behind him to glare at the class.
Mr. Claps turned away from the board to look at his paperwork on his desk. Malik rested his chin in his hand and stared outside, wishing to be outside. Suddenly he heard a loud, exasperated sigh from the front and noticed Mr. Claps pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Mr. Ibn-Allah-whatever-the-hell-your-name-is, please take your hood off. It's against school policy."
Malik noticed the boy in front of him lean back and slowly take his hood off, revealing his short, cropped hair. "You know... You can just call me Altair, if you have such a problem with my last name, Mr. Claps."
Ignoring his attitude, Mr. Claps mumbled a thank you to Altair as he finally started the class. Malik stared at Altair, captivated with his bravery to talk back to a teacher. He could never do that. He definitely wasn't allowed back at his old school. He noticed he was staring too long and he just turned his head away from the boy and glanced at the clock. 8:07. It's going to be a long day...
He slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the clock again. 9:09. He gasped. I fell asleep! He stared flabbergasted at Mr. Claps as he noticed he was putting his papers away and muttering some words. He looked at the boy in front of him, noticing that he was doodling something in his notebook in a bored fashion. Before Malik could process anymore information, the bell rang, indicticating the end of first period. He stood up and grabbed his backpack and noticed that Altair was already at the door. Mesmerized at his speed, he smirked when Altair put his hood back on, once he was out of the class. The rebellious type, I see... Then he remembered he had to go meet Kadar at his classroom, so he practically ran out of the room in a frantic manner. So much for my first day...
A/N: So, how'd like it? =) I hope I did alright. XD TBC!
