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He sat there in the back of the room, right near the window, his left hand cupping his chin, leaning on it. Thing that freaked everyone out about him was that his ring finger was completely gone from the first joint from the knuckle.
His hood was resting atop his head, hiding his eyes. They were an abnormal color of honey, so the only excuse he could give for having it on was, "The lighting hurts my eyes." Not many bothered with him, left him to be by himself and that was just how he liked it.
Lowering his right hand, he shifted the pencil within his grasp, glancing up at the board, waiting for Mr. Goldfer to show up and give the last class of the day so he could go home and check up on his 'grandfather.'
See, Altair Ibn La-Ahad lost his parents when he was but three years old, though he had the oddest feeling he'd possibly, maybe, been kicked to the curb just because they didn't want him or desire a child, but Al Mualim was different. The old man took him into his house, fed him, gave him clothes, a place to call home...
Closing his eyes he began to tap his pencil against his notebook, the white sleeve to his hoodie hiding half his hand, loose fitting denim jeans hugging his form while he shifted his legs, the black Vans shoes soles scraping against the tiling.
"Ezio!" called a blonde girl and her friend, running down the hallway to catch up with him. They looked excited and smiled at one another when the seventeen year old boy turned around to face them.
Shifting his gaze once someone called out to the one person he couldn't seem to stomach in the least, Altair's left hand clutched his mechanical pencil tightly, hearing the guys murmur about how jealous they were of the football player.
Though Altair would just scowl and look upon those males as such children, desiring the touch of a woman and to do dirty things together. It made him sick.
He raised a tanned hand up and rubbed the back of his neck with an embarrassed expression adorned on his features.
Pushing away from the desk, he tipped back a bit, eyes halfway shut. Honey-brown spheres glanced over to the door, watching as the flirtatious Italian faked shyness. At least...he was sure he was faking it.
"Heya, girls," Ezio said smiling at them with his bright teeth completing his amazing grin.
"We saw the game yesterday and we just wanted to say congratulations!" the blonde said, blushing a deep velvet color.
"Thanks. If I hadn't dodged that huge football player, he'd have crushed me and we would've lost!" Tooting his own horn, Ezio grinned running his fingers lightly through his brown lush hair.
He'd heard some girls say that they wanted to touch it just once, then they could die happy. There was an advantage to keeping his hair untouched by everyone except for him. It only made the girls want him more, and he was willing to flirt when the opportunity showed itself.
Sighing the Arabian set the front legs of his chair down, arms crossed and placed upon the surface of the table.
"Damn that guy," a student muttered, causing the tanned male to veer over to his right, seeing the person hold onto their pen in an offensive manner. Their knuckles turning a deadly shade of white. "Why can't he lay off the chicks?"
The girls giggled. "Anne and I were wondering if you'd like to come out with some friends of ours and celebrate?" she asked, turning the statement into a question with her automatic upper inflection. Anne smiled at him and waved.
"Sorry, I can't tonight, but you guys can come over to my house and celebrate with me," Ezio said, leaning in and cupping both of their chins and pulling them in a little closer.
They blushed, swallowing, then giggling uncontrollably. "A-alright... tomorrow after school?"
"I'll pick you both up," he smiled, moving back and waving at them before entering the classroom, gently taking a seat at his desk and eying around the classroom. All the other men were almost furious or in awe at how easy it was for him to ask two girls to come to his house.
Raising his right hand the brunet placed his forehead against the palm, looking back over at the door, just in time to see the girls begin to leave. True, he couldn't stomach this guy, also true that he thought it was disgusting with how one could flirt so shamelessly. Even if those two facts were correct, he didn't wish anything bad upon the Italian, though others seemed to desire otherwise of what he, himself, wanted of the football player.
A few of his fellow football teammates walked up behind him and laughed.
"Dude, two girls? You've gotta be kiddin' me!"
Ezio's gaze moved to the largest of his group, grinning gently. "It's not that hard, ya know? Besides, it's not like I asked for them to come onto me. There just happened to be two," he said, shrugging his shoulders as he pushed back onto his chair's back legs. His perfect balance came into play as he looked around at his friends with a 'I can't help it' expression.
Ezio Auditore da Firenze's handsome features were hard to discount, even for the boys of the school, what with his beautifully kept goatee, light brown eyes, and fashion sense. The girls just couldn't stay off of him for a minute. It was almost annoying, that is, if Ezio couldn't bag each and every one of them (sometimes turning down the charm for rather unattractive women).
"You've got to tell me how you do it!" His friend pressed, all of them surrounding his desk with an intent stare.
Mentally slumping his shoulders he pushed away from his desk to stand and headed toward the doorway, twisting his form to slip past the group, golden orbs glancing up at Ezio before looking forth and venturing over to the water fountain.
"I dunno boys. I really don't do anything out of the normal. Ah, I'll be right back." Ezio set his chair's legs back onto the floor and stood, slipping easily through the ten large men and shirking out of the classroom. The moment he was out of sight from everyone, his face fell. A quiet sigh and groan left him as he reached a hand up and brushed his fingers through his lovely locks. He looked to the side, shaking his head and then walking calmly down the hallway.
Glad he'd escaped the classroom before things got out of hand, Altair slowed his walking pace down to a casual walk, sighing while he closed his eyes. What was so special about that jock anyway? He couldn't wrap it around his brain as to how the other gained so much attention. Just playing sports, smiling and acting so normal. As normal as the hooded student was willing to give.
There was no way he was going to stay in a class that would have all their eyes on him. It made him uncomfortable, unlike on the field where it was just him and his teammates. Most of the time, he was so trapped in his thoughts that he had nothing to spare for any of the cheering girls in the stands.
Reaching the fountain he pressed his left hand against the button, the clear fluid raising, causing him to scrunch his nose up in disgust. Breathing out he leaned over and parted his lips to take some of the water in, swallowed, did it again and stood this time while swallowing.
"Oh... I've seen you before..." Ezio said, surprised as he set his eyes on a hooded figure.
A voice caught his attention and Altair turned his head in the direction it was coming from before blinking. His white hood causing a shadow to block the view of half his face. "...and?" he prompted, taking his hand off of the metal object, letting it rest on his side.
Taken aback by the quick abrupt reply, Ezio rubbed the back of his neck and averted his eyes.
His eyes were intent on the other's face, watching the display of nervousness in the other's actions.
"Sorry, I guess that was a little random," Ezio thought for a minute, wondering why he even stopped to point the boy out. "I saw you leave, didn't I? What, you don't like class or something?" His light brown hues turned onto Altair, cocking his head to the side and letting his arm slide from his neck and up onto the back of his head.
"That it was." he responded simply, about to walk away, back to the classroom before he paused, hearing the question the other had. "...I left only because I needed fresh air," His lips were curved into a straight line, no emotions coming off of his form besides growing irritation, "and I don't like loud people."
Why does he wear that hood? Is it because he doesn't like the sun or something? I can't even see his eyes... Ezio thought, his stupid grin returning to his face. It was something he couldn't help unless the situation was completely serious. He was a good friend, really, he was. Whenever one of his friends had a problem, he was right there, but his automatic default was simply his gorgeous winning smile.
His sleeves did well to cover his hands, which were bandaged due to the splinters and accidental cuts from his seventh period class. That smile though had his lips twitch into a downward motion.
"Brother!" Ezio's sister came running, dressed in her nice school uniform, grabbing onto his arm as if her life depended on it. "I was looking all over for you!"
Hearing a girl call out to Ezio, soon to cling to him while Altair took this as an opportunity to leave, moving around them and heading back to the class with his hands shoved into his hoodie's pockets.
"Ah, wait..." Ezio called out, but was stopped as his sister smiled up at him. He let it go, blinking curiously as he head back into the classroom and leaving his sight once more.
Who was that guy? Ezio thought to himself, cocking his head to the side before shifting his attention back onto his sister, whom had been eagerly waiting for him to come out of his revere.
"Brother! Do you know about the theater play that's coming up?" she asked, but before he could even answer she continued, "I got the lead! It's sort of an obscure play, but I get to play Mary Hart!" Her joyous sounds only caused Ezio to smile at her softly.
"That's great," he said, patting her on the shoulder in a brotherly way.
"I don't know who's playing opposite me, but I heard that he's handsome and can hold his own. Oh, damn. It's almost time for class." And with that, she dashed away almost as if she hadn't just stopped to talk with her brother.
Altair eventually made it back into the room without any casualties, though he was greeted with loud noises, screaming about how some things were fair and how 'fucking boring' the homework was and how the male students would rather have fun with their girlfriends. Fun indeed...
Ezio sighed, shaking his head lightly before making his way back into the classroom, following the hooded boy he spoke with before. The door slid open and the teacher appeared behind him.
Making his way to his desk the tanned Arabian twisted about to avoid other people and to especially avoid having his hood be jerked off. Many tried, none have escaped his wrath at the attempts so he figured he may as well 'ninja', as his friends called it, his way to his seat. Reaching it the hooded male sat down, placing an elbow atop it, pressing his palm to his forehead.
"Please take your seat," he ordered, pushing passed him.
Time for the torture to begin, crossed his mind while golden orbs stared at the teacher, his brows furrowing once the man looked at him with furrowed brows as well. Bring it on.
Ezio did as he was told and took his seat with all his football buddies snickering behind him.
As the Italian sat down the teacher set his things down, soon moving to cross his arms. Parting his lips he spoke with high authority, "Altair, would you please remove that hood, it is quite a distraction. And Ezio, talk -"
"Shuddap," he whispered to his friends in a mocking grin.
I don't even get why he even tried to. crossed the young Ibn La-Ahad's mind before shifting his hand to hold onto the front of his hood while someone tried to tug it off from the back and soon receiving a death glare from the Arabian.
Pushing himself to pay attention, Ezio moved to sit in his chair, slumping in it somewhat before frowning at the teacher.
"Today's lesson is about-" Mr. Goldfer's ramblings passed right over the classes' heads as a whole. He mentioned something about History and then something about the English, but in the end, all the students thought it was just some worthless pile of shit coming from the man's mouth.
Though even if the other students didn't bother to listen, Altair simply brought out his notebook and wrote all that was written upon the board down once the teacher had paused to explain things, and sometimes constantly telling him to remove his hood though knew that the Arabian would not comply.
"Oi, Ezio, ya goin' ta fuck 'em when ya take 'em home?" his friend whispered between the teacher's words.
"Maybe," Ezio said with a smirk, barely moving his lips.