Well I did want to make this one longer, but I got lazy in writing again. I'm going to get to writing the next chapter soon :D...Also I would like to say that I am so glad that people actually are enjoying my story. I do appreciate getting reviews knowing that people do want me to continue writing. And to be honest, I am not the literature type. So I could make a few mistakes, and forget a few things in the previous chapters. So I do apologies...Why do I keep say sorry all the time LoL

Since the entire summer, I have dedicated all my time to work on my chapters. But when I get back into college, I probably won't be as active as I am now. And I would like to start drawing again for DeviantArt...So I could take a break from the writing. But for now, I will write more chapters for this story and my other story that I have yet to get back to work with...

but enough of my talk...please enjoy :D

"Shaun?...Shaun, wake up!" Rebecca gently shook the Brit shoulder, successfully waking him.

Shaun lifted his head from the desk, with sleepy eyes staring up at her, "Mmm….What?...Oh, it's just you," He said tiredly, stretching his arms over his head. "What do you want, Becca?"

Rebecca raised a brow, "Dude, have you not been sleeping? You may want to look at yourself in the mirror, you look worse than usual."

"Oh, you're funny." Shaun said in a sarcastic tone, already getting annoyed.

"What have you been doing last night?"

Shaun just shrugged his shoulders, "Nothing…..I just had a lot going on during the weekend."

"Like what?" She pressed on.

"That is really none of your concern." He stated quickly, removing his glasses to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"Okay…anyways, I was just wondering if you have heard from Lucy. I tried calling her, but she doesn't answer any of my calls, or if she does, she tells me that she is too busy to talk." Rebecca crossed her arms, a worried expression on her face.

"So? Lucy is always busy doing something."

"Yeah, but only when it is something serious, she usually does that." Rebecca stated. "Do you know if everything is alright with her?"

"Of course! I mean, as far as I know"

Rebecca sighed heavily, moving her hand up to rub her forehead, "Do you think you can talk to her when you see her? Just to find out what is going on with her?"

The Brit hesitated for a bit, finding her idea to spy on her girlfriend very….untrustworthy, "Um….Okay, I'll see if I can." He gave in.

Rebecca nearly jumps with glee, wrapping her arms around the Brit's neck, gently placing a kiss to his cheek. Her friends could be heard giggling from behind her. Desmond caught the two in the act, smirking at the romantic scene. "Get a room you two."

Shaun started blushing with embarrassment, pushing Rebecca away, "You twit, it isn't what it looks like!" crossing his arms over his chest

"Uh huh, sure it isn't," Desmond chuckled, passing by the other's desk, looking amused.

Shaun whirled around in his seat, gritting his teeth, "Don't be an ass! I'll have you know that Rebecca and I are just friends, and she already has a mate; so you should mind your own damn business and bugger off." He spat, glaring at the stunned man.

"Okay….sorry?" Desmond suddenly felt awkward now.

Turning back around, Shaun sank down in his seat, crossing his arms like a stubborn child. He bit his lower lip, furrowing his eyebrows in anger. 'He is an annoying bastard…I swear.' he thought to himself, 'that's too bad….he is actually cute.' He blushed.

Desmond sat heavily down into his seat, "Man, what's his problem?" He asked no one in particular.

"That is just the way he is….and sometimes he is grumpy from lack of sleep" Rebecca replied, nearly startling him out of his seat when she spoke. "Trust me, if you took the time to get to know him; you'll realize that he is a pleasant person."

"No way….he is actually nice to people?" Desmond raised a curious brow, not believing that at all.

"Of course he is. Shaun is just…very anti-social, so he pretty much tries to avoid everyone. But he does have friends, like me….Lucy and Malik also. So really, we are the only people close to him."

Desmond blinked at what she just said. So she has a relationship with Lucy? And Shaun is friends with them? That would explain why he was hanging out with Malik during lunch since he is friends with Lucy too. Then something just occurred to him, "Uh…Rebecca, can I ask you something?"

"Sure"

"How close are you to Shaun?"

"What do you mean? He is a good friend of mine." She said softly.

"Yeah, but….I kinda thought that you two were….you know." Desmond said nervously.

"Wait, you thought that I was actually dating him? He had already stated that I have a relationship a minute ago….I have a relationship with Lucy." She added the last part quietly, making Desmond's mouth drop.

So Lucy and Rebecca were together? Desmond wasn't expecting to be talking with Lucy's girlfriend. "Um…and what about Malik?" He looked away, staring at Shaun.

"Well….at some point he did have a crush on Malik, but he eventually got over him. But they are best friends now."

"Oh, I guess…..wait what!" He nearly shouted, alerting the classroom, "He actually likes men?" He asked in a whisper, snapping his head back at Rebecca, looking shocked.

"Uh, yeah…..is that a problem?" She placed her hands on her hips, glaring at him.

"N-no, no, I just….wasn't expecting that. To be honest, I never thought he would be….gay."

"Well, maybe if you got to know him, you would probably know that. I'll talk to you later." She smiled, walking over to her desk. By now Desmond felt warm in the face, either it was due to being embarrassed for knowing this new fact or perhaps he was experiencing some other emotion he was trying to understand; it doesn't really matter now. Desmond leaned forward, folding his arms onto the desk, resting his head over them; watching as the few remaining students are entering the classroom, hearing the bell ring the second time. As the teacher arrived, she already started the lesson. Desmond hadn't paid much attention to the lecture; he only continued to stare at Shaun's back; for that was the only thing he could focus on from the back of the classroom. A few minutes passed; he just watched as the Brit was writing stuff down from the board. He just couldn't take his eyes off of him. In a way, he felt that he was observing him like he was a piece of art. And he enjoyed every second of it, not even aware why he would be. Then this weird thought came to mind; he wondered if there was a possible way to be closer to Shaun. He would like to learn more about him, if he could. But Desmond knows that won't happen. Shaun doesn't even like him….or anyone for that fact; this is why he was getting irritated with that man, which is why he is caring so much about this right now. Just thinking about it was frustrating him. He should just ignore this and try to focus on the class, because he is getting distracted and behind on the lesson….though that will be hard to do.

Well, it seems that Altair isn't going to show up for class today, Malik had assumed so. His class had started 15 minutes ago, and the Arabic man wasn't here yet. Altair could just be running late; either that or he might be sick…..or perhaps he changed his schedule? Malik really couldn't care less though. As long as Altair wasn't here bugging him at the moment, that's all fine to him. He actually felt relieved not having that man around him, so he might as well enjoy his absence. Malik watched as his biology teacher held a book in his hand, writing down what he was reading onto the white smeared board. Malik had started writing, but he shot his head up when he heard the door opening slowly; frowning instantly when he saw Altair walk in calmly. 'Oh fuck….I had to jinx it.' He thought, lowering his head down.

"I'm sorry for being late, sir." He said, holding his backpack over one shoulder.

"Er,,,,.yes, well, just take your seat over there, please." Mr. Vidic just acknowledged him entering and allowing him to go to his desk.

Turning his attention back to his notebook, Malik tried to seem like he was too busy to start up a conversation. Altair sat into the desk next to him again, staying surprisingly quiet. After a minute or two, Malik turned to glance at him, noticing that the man was not even bothering to look in his direction. Altair's expression looked firm and distant, even with the hood over his head he could tell; he seemed like he was focusing on something, but really he is just staring blankly at his desk, not exactly looking at anything in particular. Not that Malik was bothered by it, but why was Altair ignoring him? He must have something on his mind. Well, whatever kind of problems Altair is dealing with, he probably shouldn't get involved, for his own sake.

Later

Altair met up with Ezio and Desmond, hoping to have a decent lunch with them. Luckily, Ezio had packed them some of those plastic bag containers of blood to snack on, if Altair were to complain about eating the slop in the cafeteria again. They had to move up to the roof of the school, where no one could find them, which Ezio didn't have a problem with, considering his condition. But as long as he had his hoodie on, he was fine. Altair sat quietly, drinking up the blood as if he were dying of thirst; Ezio and Desmond had noticed, though, they aren't suffering like he is. After like the third pack, Altair tried to breathe again, "That….was so good." He wiped his mouth with his sleeve; good thing he decided to wear a black hoodie today.

"You were thirsty weren't you?" Desmond had asked, small grin on his face.

Altair nodded his head, "You have no idea"

Ezio pat Altair on the back, "So, how are you holding up, Altair"

"There is no need to worry, Ezio. I'm doing just fine being in this school." Altair reassured him, smiling back at him.

"How do you know for sure?" Desmond asked, raising a brow.

Altair looked over at Desmond, smirking at him, "Well, I'm doing fine right now."

"I don't think that helps, Altair"

"Don't worry, Desmond. He is trying his best to stay….normal." Ezio said. Altair frowned, looking down at his hands. Ezio noticed this, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Is something wrong?"

Altair didn't look at him, "No" He said rather quickly.

"But….you look like you have something on your mind. Is something troubling you?"

"It is nothing….it's not a big deal, anyway." Altair said, getting irritated.

"Are you sure?" Desmond pressed on. Altair glared at him, making him back away. "Okay, okay, fine."

Altair stayed quiet for a while. As of now he has a lot of things bothering him; besides De Sable, he is just one of those problems, and one of his top priorities at the moment. He has not forgotten about the war among vampires and this school being overrun by them, and that one particular kid in his classroom that doesn't seem to like his company, and other students feel the same way. He has barely started school and he already has a few enemies. Then there is Malik, a young man who doesn't seem to be happy to see him every time they meet; and he is rather a mystery to him. Altair could say that he likes Malik, but he doesn't even know him at all. He is somehow being affected by him, so he knows there is something up with this kid; and that's why he is willing to get answers out of him soon. His own problem would be his sanity. He fears that if he were to lose control of himself, and hurt any of his allies, he will end up back in the tomb, locked there for good. But that's for William to decide. And finally there's the issue with his blood….

Altair sighed, somehow breaking the silence, not even realizing that both Desmond and Ezio were quiet this whole time. Were they waiting for him to speak, "Why are you two quiet all of a sudden?"

Before one of them could answer, they heard footsteps heading their way. "So this is where you guys were hiding," They all turn around seeing Lucy walk up to them. "I might have thought you got into trouble again."

"Well….that is why we are out here." Ezio explained, standing up, walking over to her, "That and….have Altair quench his thirst." Desmond and Altair now standing beside him.

"Hmm….well, that's good. What's your next class?" She asked.

"We have gym next." Desmond responded, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What are we to do in this class?" Ezio asked, very curious about this subject.

Desmond shrugged his shoulders, "It's nothing special; it's a physical education class, all we have to do there is exercise."

"That sounds pretty easy" Altair said, feeling relieved of that class.

"Yeah, just wait until you actually start that class." Lucy quipped, laughing a bit as she walks away.

Altair furrowed his brows, watching her leave. "How much time do we have until the bell rings?"

Desmond looked at his watch, "20 minutes…..should we get going?"

"Yeah, I guess so…" Ezio sighed, feeling rather uninterested.