Chapter 8. late update again, and I just keep telling you I'm sorry... the title has a song in it again, do you know the artist? Please enjoy and tell me if you like it.

Chapter 8 : Plan A : Second chance

Clay knows all. Every rumour, every word said on school, every dirty secret people hope to keep from the world.

And still he always kept them a secret.

So when he found out that Shaun and Desmond were working on a plan to give Altaïr a second chance with Malik, he promised to keep still and cover for them if something happened. Because he was an awesome friend, and because this gave Shaun a chance to maybe notice Desmond love for him.

"Malik, please."

Malik's head snapped to his right.

"No, Shaun!" He hissed back

Shaun glanced to the front of the classroom, where the teacher murmured on about crusaders and their believes.

"Malik, why no? At least do this for me. I'm also tutoring Desmond."

"Then tutor them both."

Shaun looked at his friend in disbelieve.

"You can't expect me to survive that."

Malik snickered.

If he was in a better mood he would gladly help his friend with whatever problem he had. But Shaun's problem this time involved a certain Arabic man who managed to piss him off and turn him on, at the same time.

"Please Malik, if you do this for me now, I will never bother you with anything ever again. You can just leave for Europe with a happy heart that Shaun freaking Hastings will leave, you, alone."

Malik tensed, gripping his pen, letting it hover over his papers. Just a second, and his body was relaxed again.

But that second of tension was enough for Shaun to notice.

"What? Malik, what's wrong?"

Malik twisted his pen between his fingers.

"Well, about Europe,"

"Oh bloody hell. Don't tell me you had another fight with Kadar."

Malik made a painful face.

"What if I did?"

Shaun looked away and stared muttering to himself. "I going to bloody murder that child. I swear to God, if I hadn't been so patient."

"Shaun!" Malik hissed

Shaun turned to look at him from the corner of his eye.

"Fine, I'll spare the child. But now you own me a favour."

Malik smiled.

"Stay away from Rauf, he is bad influence. But fine, I'll help you, if only for the sake of Kadar."

Another arrow buried itself in the blazon and Malik lowered his bow. He was the only person on the shooting range, but he was fine with that. He didn't feel like talking to anyone. Especially Kadar. How could he call him selfish. The only thing he's been doing he whole life is taking care of him and their mother.

Now, he finally knew what he wanted to do with his life. Something for himself. And Kadar dared to say he is selfish.

But not only did Kadar confuse him.

Altaïr.

How did he think of this man as annoying but also attractive at the same time?

Is had been long since Malik felt the need to be next to someone, yet as soon as he was next to Altaïr he wanted to run away.

Lame end ohmygawd I'll just, go to my corner, and, think of something els?...