Chapter 3. I'm writing this with a very thick dictionary... The cookie is for RocKath Girl, the only one actual reviewing, if people read this at all :I

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Chapter 3 : You can't always get what you want

Panic washed down on him and he turned his head toward Clay. "I'm being ignored." Desmond emitted.

"Really." There was a hint of sarcasm in Clay's voice, but Desmond didn't hear it, he went on with his panicking. "He doesn't reply to my texts and he hadn't come to my locker before class started. That can only mean one thing." Rebecca put her hands on the lunch table. "He's in trouble?"

"He's sick." Shaun told her.

"He's in trouble" Lucy decided.

Clay turned to look at them. "Oh come on guys, stop saying he's always in trouble."

Lucy looked up from her book. "We'll stop saying he always in trouble, when he stops always being in trouble."

Okay, that was kinda true. Altaïr was in trouble, a lot. But that was okay, cause most of the time Desmond, Clay and Rauf were in it with him, which made detention a bit better.

"Right," Shaun stood up from his chair. "I need to find Rauf before break ends, so I'm off." Clay frowned. "What do you need Rauf for?" "He's keeping my maths book hostage." With that he was off. Desmond ran after him. "Wait, maybe he knows where Altaïr is."

The three friends left at the table watched Desmond and Shaun disappear in the crowd.

"Ya know," Lucy started. "You should keep an eye on Des, I think he's after your boyfriend." Rebecca chuckled. "He can keep dreaming. Shaun is as straight as they come." The girls laughed. Clay just smiled. The things those girls didn't know.

Desmond and Shaun walked to Rauf Locker in silence, but Desmond was just fine with that. He wasn't really sure what to say to Shaun anyway.

The two of them had been friends since the first day on elementary school, but when Desmond had come back from last summer vacation, he had felt strange looking at his friend. Desmond soon dismissed it as a feeling of happiness to see all his friends again. They all had gone somewhere that vacation, leaving him alone to stay in town.

But when Shaun and Rebecca started dating, another feeling came to him. Jealousy.

Not to Shaun, for dating a smart and pretty girl, but to Rebecca. Why did Shaun give her so must attention? Why could he not come as well when they went on dates? And why did she had to hang all over him in front of everyone?

Desmond could never do that, Shaun would tell him to piss off.

Desmond then realized that the feelings at the start of the year hadn't been happiness, it had been love. Love for his friend, the one guy he had known since he was little.

And now he was walking next to his crush, enjoying the silence. He didn't feel the need to say something to Shaun, just the other man's presence was fine to him. He had accepted that Shaun was straight and that he would never love Desmond back. And he had accepted Rebecca's girly need to hug Shaun whenever she could.

The two boys reached Rauf locker and saw that the other male was there as well. Luckily.

Rauf looked up and smiled to them. "Hello my friends, what can I do for you today."

"Maths book." Shaun remarked dryly. "Ah of course. Here you go." Together with the book came a bottle with some bright green super sweet drink that went straight to Rauf lips. Said man took a long gulp.

"Rauf." Out went the gulp again. "Dude," Rauf turned around. "you need to stop doing that!"

Altaïr blinked ones, twice. "Sorry? I need you to tell me all you know about Malik Al-Sayf." Rauf frowned. "Al-Sayf?" He turn to Shaun. "Isn't he in your class?" Shaun pursed his lips "Yes, he's with me in History. But, why would you want to know about Malik?"

A devilish grin creped over Altaïr face. Rauf smiled as well. "Does that mean that you found someone?"

"Guess it does." Altaïr replied, still grinning. Then he grabbed Shaun's shoulder's and pushed him toward their English class. "Now, tell me about Malik."

Desmond and Rauf watched as Altaïr took Shaun away.

"Ten bucks he won't get Al-Sayf."

"Twenty he will." Rauf raised an eyebrow. Desmond turned to face Rauf and smiled.

"Altaïr always gets what he wants."