Chapter 5! no update since way to long ago... I'm sorry, I am soooo very sorry. I got distracted... be here it is, please enjoy.

Chapter 5 : on my Toes

"SHAUN!"

Shaun head shot up. That didn't sound good. Actually, it sounded like a very angry Malik.

Malik walked in to the classroom, or rather, stomped in. He looked very angry indeed.

Malik threw down his bag and sat with a huff. Then he turned to Shaun.

"Why did you tell him?"

Shaun looked back at Malik, trying really hard not to look guilty. He knew what Malik meant. He had told Altaïr that Malik practices every morning in the same room. The one Altaïr had stumbled upon the other day.

Shaun looked away, pouting. "It can't be that bad."

"Not?" Malik turned in his chair. "He's been there every morning since last week."

Shaun leaned back. "I'm sorry, okay. I just thought that..." he trailed off.

Malik waited for a bit, and then decided that whatever Shaun was going to say was not going to come out on it own.

"You though what?"
"I don't know. I mean, you've been single for a year now. I though that maybe you needed a boyfriend or something."

Malik looked at him. "Yes," he said. "but not that idiot."

Shaun looked at Malik. "I'm sorry. Malik. It's just, he's a friend and really seem to like you. So I wanted to help him, and maybe help you to."

Malik smiled a little at that. "Thank you Shaun."

When Malik got home he was way to accosted. He wasn't used to all these feelings inside him. He even felt slightly guilty about lying to Shaun.

The truth. He didn't even know that any more. The only thing he did know was that he was feeling love again. For that idiot.

It had been long ago since he last fell in love. A year since his last relationship.

But that man, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad. He just walked in to his life and made him feel so confused. Malik couldn't even remember that he could feel like this.

That man, he just stood there, staring at him. Not even looking stupid. No, he looked hot. Leaning against the door frame. Not even trying to hide his interest.

And went he spoke. His voice, it made Malik long for coffee. Dark coffee, brewed in the Arabic ways so that it didn't taste bitter at all. Malik knew that Altaïr would be able to sing. With a voice like his, he would sing like an angle.

The truth was that he didn't even mind all the attention. Nobody would, especially when it came from a man like Altaïr.

Altaïr was there every morning, watching him play. Twice he brought a notepad and a pen, trying to write something, but he would end up getting distracted. And Malik knew he was the distraction.

He wondered though, what was it that Altaïr tried to write those two mornings.
He needed to know. Why was Altaïr so interested in him? Why him? Why not someone else? What was it that he liked the most about Malik?
Malik didn't even know a thing about Altaïr. He knew that he was a trouble maker and that girls wanted to date him because of his looks and because he was such a bad boy.

He wondered, did he really want to date a guy like that?
Still, just the though of Altaïr leaning against the door frame, checking him out made him feel very funny inside. But Malik wasn't going to show that. No. If Altaïr really wanted him, he would have to work for it.