Wow, now that I look back at my first couple of chapters, I am thinking "I was so horrible at writing it at first." Well, I am still pretty bad, though. And I started to wonder...Should I go back and fix the first few chapters a bit. Maybe...I don't know. I could, but then again, I am too damn lazy.

Anyways, I made sure to take more time working on the next chapter. I have to say, it does help when I'm not rushing. I guess, I was just worried that I would lose interest in writing since I was hoping to get to the romance already XD I bet everyone else does too. Oh, and guess what...I added in more characters from the AC games. I know some of u will recognize them. And The part where they are in the gym, I tried to describe how things were back in my high school. Our coaches barely had us do anything while we were there...Okay, enough talk enjoy, plz~

Maria dragged the twins into the counselor's office, shoving them down into chairs in front of the counselor, Rodrigo Borgia. The man gave a questioning look at them, then turning his gaze at Maria, who had a stony expression on her face. "What is going on here?"

"Tell him what you told me!" She demanded, but the boys didn't speak a word. She sighed, getting irritated with their silence, "They attacked a student just a while ago….This student was a mortal by the way."

"We didn't do anything to the kid." In an instant, Jake finally spoke up, "All we did was mess around with him."

"We weren't trying to hurt him…..well, physically at least." Mike said, averting his eyes when Maria glared dangerously at him.

"I don't see why we are the only ones here. Why didn't you bring in the other three students? They were involved too." Jake complained.

"Other three? Vampires I presume?" Rodrigo asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes…" Maria laughed, "Because, it only took one of them to beat these two."

Mike gazed up at her, "I would just like to point out that my brother and I aren't the violent type; which is why we lost so easily." Jake smacked his brother on the side of the head. Mike snapped his head to the side, facing his brother, "Why the hell are you smacking me?!"

"Because you can't learn to keep your mouth shut!"

"Oh, shut up! I was just speaking the truth to them!"

"Nobody asked you, jackass!"

"I suggest the both of you shut it, or you will get more of a punishment than just a detention slip." Maria threatened, folding her arms over her chest. Much to their dislike, they chose to stay quiet.

"The three students they picked a fight with, were defending this mortal. That was the only reason why they fought."

"Vampires were protecting a mortal?" The large man snorted, "That is a laugh."

Maria nodded her head, "Well, I'll leave them with you to deal with. I should get back to my class. My students are probably messing about since I'm not there." She chuckled.

"Yes, Ms. Thorpe. And if you notice any more students causing trouble, be sure to bring them by my office. The sooner we get this school under control with the students, the better."

"I will…." She smiled and left out his door.

Rodrigo turned his attention back to the boys in front of him, "Now, you two. Let's have a talk."

As Maria walks through the hallways, her thoughts drifted to that one student. The one she could only assume is Altair; it was hard to believe he was actually here. What her son, Darim, had said was true, and even Leonardo had met the man up close and in person. There was no denying it; Altair ibn La'Ahad is once again alive in this world. Yet, does the man even know that she is here? She has no doubt that he has smelled her scent already, and she really couldn't care less. Maria only fears for Robert's safety. That man truly meant the world to her; she would do anything for him, just to prove that she loved him. Maria frowned, halting in the middle of the hallway. She brought her hand above her chest; as she began to remember back then, when she was still with Altair.

The both of them were just friends….with benefits. But, for Maria, she wanted more than that. She was madly in love with Altair and wanted him all to herself; the circumstances between them were quite the same as it is with her and Robert. But certain things had changed. And Maria was left with a broken heart. She then left Altair and chose to live her life right beside Robert just for the comfort. But in the end, her former lover had killed Robert….leaving her alone again.

Regardless of how much she despises Altair, she still has feelings for him; throughout the years she had lived, she continues to suppress her emotions for him. But now, she has her chance to make Altair hers once again. Oh, she had missed him dearly….but mostly, she missed his body. She pondered on that thought, and smirked like the devil. Before Robert actually gets the opportunity to kill Altair, she'll have plenty of time to have some fun with him.

Maria began to stroll down the hall, with her hands behind her back.

Altair and his friends made their way into the gym, after such a short delay. As soon as he entered, he was amazed how big this place was. It was just a wide area, with teenagers running around and playing on the court. They all weren't wearing their uniforms; instead they wore more loose clothing. He noticed how differently they all played their games; there was one group in particular that are tossing a ball into a basket looking object, high above them. Desmond said something about it being called, basketball? It did seem like a fun game, but he doesn't know the rules to play. Maybe his friends knew?

Desmond started walking, with Ezio following after him. They were unaware that the Arabic was just standing there. Altair continued to look at the scenery in awe. His eyes took in everything in view; quite suddenly, he saw Malik on the court, playing some basketball with a few random people, each of them taking turns with the ball, as they pass it onto the next person. Altair was surprised that the darker male had this class too. He felt as though he was being set up somehow by fate. It took him a minute to realize that Malik had turned his gaze over to him, his eyes widening, noticing that Altair was here and staring in his direction. He shot a glare at the taller man, before turning his attention back to the game he was playing. Altair began to frown; was Malik angry with him? After a while, Altair decided to look away, turning his head to the side, nearly getting startled by a student appearing in front of him.

"Well, hello there." He said, a small smirk creasing his lips. Altair leaped back, his hands clenching into fists. He was watching Malik for only a minute, and didn't sense anyone approaching him; he was foolish enough to let his guard down. This man was a lot shorter than Altair was and a lot thinner too. He wore a dark brown hoodie along with his knee length shorts. Altair stared down this man, looking into his dark and mysterious eyes that were hiding under his hood. "You must be Altair, right?" He asked suddenly.

Altair narrowed his eyes, "How…How do you know my name?"

"Your friend over there," He started, turning his body slightly and pointing in the direction behind him, "Desmond….had mentioned you. I was curious to what you were doing just standing like a statue over here." The man they spoke of, rushed over to them.

"La Volpe, I warned you not to scare him like that." Desmond stated, sounding a little out of breath when he reached them. He turned to a confused Altair, "Yeah, um…..Altair this is La Volpe. La Volpe, this is Altair." The golden eyed man looked bewildered at him. That was a strange name.

La Volpe chuckled, "It's what my friends call me."

Altair gave a small hum and a roll of his eyes, glancing at his friend, "Who exactly is he?"

"Don't worry, he's cool. He is a friend, Altair. I met him and the others on the day you and Ezio were sent to the office after your fight with Abbas." Desmond had explained.

"Wait….Others? Allies?" Altair questioned.

"Yes, come. Let's introduce you to them." La Volpe starts making his way to the bleachers ahead.

Altair gave an uncertain look at Desmond, and the shorter man just grins, "I said don't worry." He reassures him, "There not bad like the others, they're on our side." Feeling convinced enough, Altair then relaxed a bit, walking with Desmond in the same direction.

They went up the bleachers, reaching La Volpe and Ezio laughing together with other two people. Well, Altair felt that he could fit in with these guys; they are his kind of people after all. As long as there on his side, he'll be fine with that. La Volpe turned his gaze at the other two, "Altair, these are my friends, Paola and Machiavelli." He gestures to the pair sitting on the bleachers. They both had smiled at him, and Altair tried to force a smile himself, still feeling uncomfortable.

"So, you're the Altair ibn La'Ahad, huh?" Machiavelli asked, lifting a brow, but still grinning. Altair hadn't replied, only nodding his head, making the other's grin grow wider. "It's a pleasure to welcome you and your friends to 'Creed High School'…. And I have to say this is quite the honor, to finally meet you." He said, standing up, walking over to him. "I had heard so much about you, when I was just a kid, but I didn't think it was true; the very first day walker. That truly is magnificent." He said, sounding amazed.

"It's not all that great." Altair shrugged, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. It seems to him that even in the modern time he is famous.

Paola chuckled, "What do you mean? You have a better chance of surviving than others. I think you were given a great gift."

"Yeah….I guess that is true…" Altair muttered, averting his attention away from them, not really interested with talking with them about that topic. They all were silent for a moment, clearly getting the hint. He wasn't comfortable talking about it with others apparently.

"We thought it was cool that you took on Abbas." Machiavelli said suddenly. Altair raised a brow at him, "We have the same lunch period as you do, and we had witnessed how you challenged that man."

"Really?" Altair asked, beginning to smirk.

La Volpe nodded his head in agreement, "Yeah, anyone that can stand up to a bastard like him, is a friend of ours. You have our total respect." He said, bowing his head slightly. Altair grinned, feeling like he could start to like these guys.

"Ezio" She looked over to the taller man, quickly changing the subject, "Why do you still hide your face behind that mask of a hood?"

"I feel more comfortable this way." Ezio smiled nervously, waving his hands up in front of him.

La Volpe pat him on the back gently, "Ezio, are you afraid?...Because, it's not really bright in the gym. Especially, over at the bleachers, it's more obscure."

"Mi dispiace, but…..I rather not take that risk." Ezio said politely. La Volpe standing next to him started shaking his head. He reached up to the Italian hood, tugging it down fast. Ezio stared wide eyed at his new friend. In panic, he wrapped his arms over his head. "Sei pazzo?!"

"Wow, I didn't know you had long hair, my friend." La Volpe chuckled. Everyone started laughing at his horrified reaction.

"It's not funny!" Ezio exclaimed, slowly removing his arms.

Paola suddenly, was standing next to him, "I think you look better without that hood of yours. And your hair is so lovely." Her right hand reached up, softly touching his ponytail.

Ezio had to blush at that, smiling at her "Thank you"

She immediately gasped when she saw the coach approaching them, "Oh, Mr. Da Vinci." She shouted, and the group looked at the man below the bleachers, "Hi!" She started blushing, waving at him as he was walking on the other side of the court talking with a coach. Leonardo waved back, a small smile growing on his lips.

Ezio started gawking, his mouth slightly opened, "Mr. Da Vinci….Is here?"

"He is so gorgeous! I wish I could have him." Paola continued, oblivious that Ezio was starting to glare her.

Desmond went over to Ezio, nudging his arm with his elbow, "Hey, why don't you go over and talk to him."

"What?" The Italian looked at him, starting to blush a bright red, "I...I don't want to bother him."

"Oh, come on, just go. I will be right behind you." He grabbed Ezio by the wrist, dragging him down the steps of the bleachers.

"D-Desmond, wait!"

"Be sure to tell him about me!" Paola shouted to them.

Altair watched as his friends were taking off, turning to look at the other three standing still. "So, Altar" La Volpe started, "Now that we have become somewhat….acquainted with each other; I will let you know right now, if there is anything you need at all, just let us know. We would be happy enough to help you out."

"Anything? Would you happen to know certain people in this school?" He asked suddenly.

"That depends on whom you mean specifically." Machiavelli said.

"Do you know anything about him?" Altair pointed right at Malik, who was now sitting on the bleachers on the other side of the court.

Machiavelli scrutinized his face, "Al Sayf?"

"Who doesn't know him?" Paola crossed her arms, sitting back down.

Altair stared at them confused for a moment, "What do you mean?"

"That kid is, well….Some people believe him to be a bit mental." La Volpe folded his arms, sitting next to Paola.

Altair knit his eyebrows together, "Why is that?" He pressed on.

La Volpe sighed loudly, "Um…How do I put this…." He paused for a few second to think of a brief explanation, "There are slight rumors about Al Sayf. What I heard is, this guy thinks he is able to predict the future. But something about him only seeing mishaps, freak accidents and such like that…." Altair blinked dumbly at them, finding the answer to be not what he had expected. Actually, he was expecting more than this. To be told that someone can foresee the future is quite…..well, kind of ridiculous. He had thought gypsies only did that kind of stuff, just to get money for telling peoples fortunes. But, that wasn't the thing that was bothering him…..

He's been wondering how Malik was affecting him lately. Ever since he had met the darker male, he has been behaving differently. Malik had somehow influenced him in a way he couldn't quite perceive. And that was beginning to worry him, because, he is the only one acting strangely when he is around the shorter man. What is it that made him so….special? Malik is just a mortal after all. "Are any of these rumors true?"

"Eh….probably not…. I mean, sure a lot of bad things happen around this school. I remember a few like….A couple of months ago, a teacher had gotten electrocuted by messing with some cables in one of the computer labs. And there was another teacher that somehow fallen down a set of stairs, instantly breaking his neck and had killed him. Then a bus had crashed into the side of the school, nearly killing the driver, but one or two students weren't so lucky…."

"Not to mention the cafeteria incident last year," Paola cut in, "A fire had gotten out of control and burned half of the kitchen. The lunch ladies barely got out of there alive with just a few minor burns."

By now, Altair had a puzzled look on his expression, "That is….Unfortunate to hear."

"Indeed…" La Volpe said. "But, that still doesn't prove anything."

Altair raised a brow at him, "How do you know? You're not at least a bit curious?"

"Look, this subject is something we rather not get into; it's best not to get involved with that weirdo anyways." La Volpe said, leaning back against the wall, "Al Sayf is of need of some serious help, if you ask me….or perhaps this is just his way of getting attention." Still analyzing the information he acquired, Altair looked over at Malik again. If this is what has been going on with Malik; that still doesn't explain much about his conflict. He is desperate for answers.

Ezio and Desmond got down from the bleachers, walking over to the blonde man. Desmond was still pulling the Italian by the arm. Ezio was begging for him to stop and tried pulling away, but Desmond ignored his pleas, and kept encouraging him that he can do this. Damn….if Ezio hadn't gave himself away that he had a thing for his teacher, he wouldn't be pressured into doing something like this. Desmond was being a good friend, trying to help him out and stuff, but….this is his teacher for god's sake!

"Hey, Mr. Da Vinci." Desmond said as he reached the blonde.

Leonardo looked up from his clipboard, smiling as soon as he saw them, "Oh, hello boys. I see you're both doing well….And you have this class?"

"Uh….y-yeah" Ezio stutters, snatching his arm away from Desmond's grasp. "I didn't know you were a coach?"

"Oh, um…..Well, I do volunteer to help with different classes at times, since some of the teachers in this school are sick. But, I mostly am an art teacher. And I suppose I get to see you more often in this school." Leonardo explains, his fingers fiddling with the clipboard. Ezio grinned stupidly at the blonde, getting lost in his blue luscious eyes. The way Ezio was looking at him was starting to freak him out, but the blonde refused to show it on his expression.

After a moment of awkward silence, Desmond cleared his throat, "Well, I should check on Altair. I'll be right back." Ezio's face fell, realizing his friend had left him alone.

"So, Mr. Auditore…" Leonardo started, breaking the silence between them, "How do you like your second day here?"

"Uh…Um, well, it is good. I am enjoying my classrooms very much. Even though the subjects are kinda hard, it's a bit frustrating for me to understand, you know?"

"I know what you mean, but that is why you are here to learn. And I shall do my part to help you out, whenever you need me." Leonard said happily.

Ezio smiled back, "Thank you, Mr. Da Vinci. I really love having you….A-as my teacher." He said quickly.

Leonardo looked down shyly, his pale face once again becoming red. He turned his gaze back at Ezio. Was he actually flirting with his student? That was just plain wrong of him. Teachers don't flirt with their students, no matter how attractive they are to them. But, Ezio is a very nice, sweet and handsome young man; how could he not. Well, technically, Ezio wasn't a minor. He knows the boy happens to be a vampire, and some of them could actually live an eternity looking like a teenager, if they were to stop at a certain age. So, Leonardo doesn't have a clue how old this kid really is. But, age wasn't the problem, but the appearance. The last thing he wants is to be known as a pedophile in this school. He will have to try to keep his distance; he needs to stick with the plan. "Would you like to sit with me, Ezio? Maybe we can talk some more, and perhaps, get to know each other better?" Leonardo mentally slapped himself for that. 'Why, why, why, you idiota…That is the exact opposite of what you're suppose to do!'

The Italian gulped when his teacher called him by his first name. 'Merda, what do I say?' He thought to himself. This was making him very nervous. He took a deep breath, before speaking, "….Sure" He grinned, and the blonde felt stupid yet glad the other had agreed. They walked together, calmly going over to the bleachers.

"Can you believe that?" Desmond chuckled as he saw Ezio sit with his favorite teacher. He then, glanced at Altair, who paid no attention to what was happening. Since he came back to sit with his friends, he noticed that Altair had stayed quiet for a couple of minutes. "Altair?...Are you okay?"

"How much time do we have left in this class?" Altair asked, watching as the students on the court were now making their way to the locker rooms. Malik was walking along with them.

Desmond checked his watch, "We have 10 minutes. Why? Are you planning on doing something?" He raised an eyebrow, gazing at him again.

"Actually….I am" Altair said, standing up quickly and began walking down the bleachers. It's time he confronted Malik.

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