A/N: Any readers still alive? A NEW CHAPTER! ^.^ Finally! It shouldn't have been this hard, but when you have to write a ten-page essay about the revolution of 1821, it's a diferrent case. Anyway, I will get a new laptop after my exams (which begin at Monday btw), because the one I have now keeps freaking out.
It's like:
Me: Oh, well, time to finish this chapter :D
Computer: LOLZ, HECK NO! (Freezes)
Me: ;_;
Anyway, the usual:
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ASSASSIN'S CREED. I wish I did, though.
P.S.: DAMN YOU, PLOT- BUNNY! Lol, no idea where THAT came from...
'Damn you, Shaun Hastings! He's just... creepy. Not that I'm scared of him- okay, I admit it, I'm totally teriffied by this guy! I mean, he keeps making comments about how he will beat me up if I annoy him too much... He sure is handsome, though... DAMN YOU, MILES! I don't like him, I don't like him, I don't like him! Think of something else, Des! Like, how I need to talk to Malik... when we get back. Right now, I'm too afraid to MOVE, let alone talk.'
Desmond was sitting next to Shaun, as still as a statue, almost dead from his fear. Shaun was known for his... let's say, aggressive social habits. Shaun was more of the punk-ish nerd, which made him a neutral, as he was able to hang out with both cliques. However, there was one thing for sure: For some strange reason, he didn't like Desmond. Which only made things worse for Miles.
"Um... What are you reading? It seems interesting..."
"Did I not warn you not to disturb me? As for the book I'm reading, it's Tales of Mystery and Imagination, by Edgar Allan Poe. Now, don't you dare to speak again, or else..."
"I know, I know, (please don't hurt me) sorry, I won't open my mouth again."
"Good choice."
Desmond started looking at the other students in the coach. He saw Malik giving a lecture to Kadar, Altair and that filthy female worm kissing, Ezio was too busy falling asleep on Leonardo, who had already started scetching one of those fantastic landmarks you only se in movies with magical creatures. He looked at the other clique. Talal was trying to sit comfortably next to Majd Addin, which was apparently difficult, since the fat vice president was sleeping and not moving. Sibrand was also fast asleep, and Rober was drawing something on his face. Probably Hitler's mustache. Desmond then realised, he didn't know even half of the other students, and he also noticed the mini- home cinema the girls had brought with them. Who wouldn't notice with those damn speakers?
After quite some time, the coach reached their destination: the school. From there, after the teachers made sure no one was left behind in the resot, the students could go back to their homes. Desmond was about to grab his stuff and go wait for Altair, but a loud scream forced him to turn around. It was Sibrand, who noticed what Rober had drawn on his face. He then dashed towards the French man, who was desperately trying to escape the furious and hangover German.
'Good luck with outrunning him, Rober. Anyway, I don't see my cousin and the Worm anywhere. I only hope Altair didn't forget that he must give me a ride home and left. How the Hell am I supposed to go home now? I don't know how to drive, and even if I did, I still don't know how to magically make a car appear! Wait... Isn't that my cellphone? Oh, yes, it is. And it's Altair. Just. Great.'
"Hello Altair. Where the fuck are you?"
"Woah, calm down, Des. Well, I'm kinda busy at the moment, and can't drive you home, I know you don't mind, bye." Beep beep.
Desmond was already angry before. But now he was OUTRAGED! All he asked from Altair was to give him a ride home, and he just... he just... left him behind. Just to be with that bitch. He looked all around him, and finally understood what it was like to be all alone. Until a snowball hit him straight in the face. Hard.
"Whoops, sorry about that, Des. I was aiming at Napoleon there, behind you, but I kinda missed..."
"It's fine."
Rober and Sibrand stopped fighting and Desmond tried to ignore the way Sibrand was looking at him.
"You okay? You look kinda... you know."
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"You don't seem like 'fine', Desmond. Let me guess, Altair left you here alone?"
Damn, Rober knew his cousin too well.
"Kinda."
"C'mon, we'll give you a ride home. Rober got here with my favourite car ever: that damned black Jeep."
"I always thought your favourite type of car was that Harley you're usually driving."
"Rober, a Harley Davidson isn't a car; it's a motorbike."
"I don't se any difference."
"Yes, but I do. Look, a bike's a bike, and a car is a car. And no, it doesn't mean they're the same thing, just because they both run on petrol. You eat fruit, but that doesn't mean you're an maybe you are... Shit, I'm confused now."
Rober gave him the what-the-fuck-are-you-saying look, and Desmond broke out in laughter.
"What? At least it seemed logical to me."
The trio walked towards the black Jeep laughing, joking, and Desmond realised, these guys weren't as bad as everyone said they were. Misunderstandings, you see.
Desmond didn't want to be home with his cousin and the Worm, so he asked the two Europeans to drop him off at Malik's place. Malik had actually invited him to sleep at his place, but at the time, Desmond refused, because he didn't think his cousin could be such a jerk and leave him behind at the school's yard. So, he grabbed his backpack, got out of the car and knocked Malik's door. The one who answered, however, was Kadar, and that look on his face said that he was grounded. Again. Kadar didn't even smile, which must have been a rare sight.
"Hey Kadar. Where's your brother?"
"In his bedroom. And I'm grounded for a month, so I won't be able to come to Leo's party."
"Well, that's a shame. What did you do this time?"
"I swear I don't know why Malik is so pissed at me. I didn't even throw a snowball at him."
"Your brother is having a hard time, you know. Just don't be mad at him, he might not be as nasty as you think."
Kadar cracked a smile, and then, Desmond climbed the stairs and got into Malik's room.
"Desmond! What brings you here? I thought you were going home with Altair."
"Yeah, he kinda left me behind on purpose... Never mind, how are you?"
"Fine, I was just studying for the Maths test the fatso will force us to write, after naming the test 'classwork'."
"Shit, I didn't know that! Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Well, Rober doesn't care, since he always gets marks high enough to respectably pass, Sibrand never studies, but he always has very high marks, too, Lucy and Rebecca are nerds and thought you knew about it, Altair and Ezio will both get a nice, big, red F on their papers, as usual, and Leonardo is a mathematic genius. Who would've thought you needed to know about the fatso's teaching habits?"
The irony in Malik's voice was visible, and Desmond couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, well, never mind, I'll pass anyway. Actually, I almost always fail at essays. I lack of imagination, you see, and it doesn't help that I'm sitting in front of Sibrand."
"Why is that? I told you, he never studies."
"Yes, that's my point. He keeps throwing notes all over, and I can't concentrate to write a good essay at school. I'm just not good at artistic things. I can't draw, I don't play music, I don't sing, I don't dance, I can't even write an essay that deserves a C-!"
"Well, but at least you're good at sports. I mean, you used to like free- running, didn't you? And you used to be in the basketball team in Middle School."
"Yeah, but that's pretty useless. It won't get me a job with good salary."
"You could always go to a Law School, or become a militarist."
"I hadn't thought about becoming a cop! Would be cool, don't you agree? But if I ever went to a Military School, they would probably kick me out in the first fifteen minutes, for being a lazy dog."
They both broke out in laughter, and then Desmond put his backpack down and sat on the bed.
"What about you, Malik? What are you going to study?"
"I don't know... Sometimes I think about working as a surgeon, others as a psychiatrist... I don't think I could ever work as a dentist, though. But most of the times, I dream about being a neurologist."
"A neurologist?"
"Don't make fun of me, Des."
"No, I think it suits you. Much. And what about Kadar? What's his ambitions?"
"He says he wants to work somewhere related with video games. Well, he could be successful. Anyway, are you coming to Leo's party?"
"I don't know... Are you going?"
"If I had someone to talk to during the party, yes, I would go. But since I don't hang out that much with anyone exept you, I would be pretty lonely... I have some things in mind whenever I get invited to a party:
a) Everyone's laughing, dancing to music which I don't listen to, drinking, smoking and since it's Leo's party, the Borgias and the Pazzis are there.
b) Me stuck with those people, alone, wearing the coolest clothes I have, but yet I'm no match for Rober's clique.
c) Ezio fighting with Cesare over something or someone.
And d) Me leaving a party in middle school, after being made fun of for three hours and breaking someone's nose with my fist."
"Come on, Malik! It'll be fun! I mean, you won't be alone! Altair, Ezio and Leonardo will be there too! I will also go, I haven't been in a party since I enrolled in this school!"
"Okay then, Desmond, but it'll be your fault if anything happens."
The next day at school was filled with both laughter and grumble, and luckily for Desmond, the test was cancelled after a protest. If you could call such a noise a 'protest'. Also, everyone in Desmond's class was talking about the party.
'It's tonight. I'm wondering, how will I make it look like I've been at a party before? Because my parents never let me go at one. Ever. Also, I've got to buy a birthday present for Leonardo. I'll ask Ezio for advice on what to get him, or else I would be pretty embarassed. I wonder, has he invited Shaun, too? ...Shit, I did it again. What is wrong with me?'
"Hey! Des! Are you coming to the party?"
"Yeah, how about you guys?"
"Eh, we'll go, if Rober gets his lazy ass away from the computer and gives me a ride to go buy a present for Leo. He's quite the artist, you know. But, you'd better watch out for Cesare, your cousin hates his guts."
"Thanks for the advice, Sibrand. What class is next?"
"P.E. The class I hate the most. How about you?"
"Nah, I actually like sports, so I like P.E., too."
"Okay, then, see you later."
Sibrand turned around and conitnued his search for Rober, who was nowhere to be found. He tried searching for him in their usual hangout, but Rober wasn't there. Then, he tried to search for Rober to the place where Altair and his clique usually where hanging out. Big mistake. Altair and that moron, Ezio were there.
"Well, if it isn't the psychopath of the school. Did you take your pills today, or should we give them to you?"
The three laughed, and that was what poured oil into Sibrand's fire of anger. He couldn't resist to fight. He could never ignore things like that.
"Shut up, fuckers. I'm not here to talk with you."
"Searching for your protector, aren't you?"
"Like you always are."
"Shut up, you bastards!"
Sibrand turned around and started walking towards the school's basketball court, as the bell had rung, and it was time for him to face his most hated class: P.E. As he was walking away from the two, he could still hear them laughing.
As he got into the locker room, everyone stopped talking, like they always did. Exept for Desmond and Malik. He looked around, trying to find Rober, yet he didn't see him anywhere. When he took off his shirt, as it was time for them to dress in the basketball team's white and green array, he could feel the others staring at his body. He could feel their eyes on his nipple piercing, on the tatoo on his back and on his scars. Even Desmond and Malik were looking at his scars. He put his shirt back on, grabbed his bag, and quickly sneaked out to find Rober. He was in no way in Hell in the mood for P.E.
Another washtub. Again.
A/N: Sorry it took so long, but these exams are killing me! The first day I'm writing Maths and the day after that Chemistry! You gotta be kidding me. -.- Anyway, hope you liked it! Good luck to anyone who is in the same situation as I am... Hurry up, summer!
Kaiser
