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"Look...uh...I'm really sorry about that, I don't know what the hell he was thinking. I'm sure he's sorry, so..." Lowering his hand, Desmond's apologetic look turned down into a depressed state, sighing inwardly before finishing the rest with a strained smile. "...don't hurt him."

Ugo glared in the direction that Ezio shot off to and began to wipe himself down with some napkins a fellow student handed him. "I don't see that happening as he basically just fucked with me...again."

That, in simpler terms, meant that Altair wasn't going to get out of this with a slap on the wrist and that caused Desmond to sigh inwardly. Also praying for his friend's safety.

He pulled bits of the Alfredo from his hair and off his clothes, as if that would remove the smell that still lingered. His cheeks were bright red in fury and he couldn't help but glance up to where the two had run off previously. His nose patch was covered in the sauce from the pasta and Ugo couldn't help but sigh as he tried to remove as much of it as he could.

It took a moment, but he soon did a double-take, staring at Desmond for a minute. "Wait...you're that kid that came up to me during the party. Des, right?" He managed a broken smile, quite unable to fully vanquish his hatred for the kid's friend.

Blinking at the other's 'double-take' the brunet blinked, his own hoodie's hood down and open to reveal his black MSI shirt. Total opposite of Altair, though some people did mistake them for the other at times, when their jackets were zipped and hoods up. "Uh...y-yeah." A nervous smile, a tiny tinge of pink, forming on his face. "That's me."

C'mon, Desmond, you sound like an idiot... he chided himself before raising a hand and rubbing the back of his neck. ...well, you probably are an idiot but still - convince him not to hurt your friend! Stop gawking!

Blinking once he realized he'd been staring at the other, the young Miles lowered his hand and swallowed. "Okay, look, I know you and your teammates are probably really pissed but I'm just asking - not demanding - don't take it personally." He shifted his right hand to rub his left arm in an uncertain manner. At this point Desmond really doubted that the other would listen to him or even take into consideration what he'd just said. "...he's just...having an off day..."

A soft chuckle escaped Ugo as Desmond pleaded with him to not have the football team pound Altair into the ground until he wasn't anything more than a piece of crap of the pavement. "Ah, you're his friend then?"

"Yeah." He looked to the side with slanted brows, falling into a quiet state.

There was a silence between them before Ugo brushed the rest of the visible pasta off his shoulders. "Don't worry, Desy. I'll make sure to have the football team left outta this, but he'll have to deal with me."

Hearing this had Desmond look back over at Ugo with wide eyes, almost as if he couldn't believe what the other had said but his lips curved up into a grin. "Really? That's rather nice - I mean, thanks."

The only two people that knew about Altair and Ezio's relationship stood together, looking at each other.

Ugo was curious as to why Desmond was being so shy and red in the face, but it was only because he wasn't thinking about his status as a football buff. He reached his hand out and placed it on the boy's head. "Ya know, you're awfully cute. Not like that brute of a friend you've got. Nice to know you've got some loyalty."

Blinking his honey-brown spheres, Desmond felt his face grow a darker shade of red, bringing his shoulders up while stuffing his hands into his pockets while closing his eyes and turning his head to the side slightly. "I'm not 'cute'..." he mumbled, shrugging at the comment of his commitment. "That's how I've always been."

What compelled him to lean in and kiss Desmond on the cheek, Ugo would never know, but he was already out of the closet to whoever had just seen everything. "Cutie."

That action, that little peck...

Totally knocked the shorter male off balance and rose his hand to lightly place his fingertips there, looking back over at Ugo and pouted slightly. "Fine, whatever."

Even though his blush didn't lessen in the slightest.

"'ey, Ugo, the hell're you doing?!"

"Dude, did he just do what I think he did?"

"Nah...I think he's just messing with either us or him...maybe both..."

"Leave him and come back over here!"

Each and every one of those sentences caused Desmond to shrink back, turning his head away once one of his friends called him back towards the table. Seeing Rebecca make that little 'Get. Over. Here!' gesture with her arms.

The sound of his fellow teammates calling out to him and even speaking with such loud voices amongst themselves didn't surprise him as he slowly stood straight once more. Ugo offered Desmond a wink out of view of the new on-lookers.

He turned around, smiling slyly at the others. "Alright, fellas. Alright." Ugo waved Desmond off to go to his table while he distracted the team. "I'm comin'."

Looking back over at the jock, the brunet offered a nervous, shy, smile before hurrying back over to his table. Plopping down once he reached it, he grabbed his sandwich and bit into it before he could be questioned for why his face was as red as it was.

"Bloody hell happened there, mate?" Shaun questioned, raising a brow to the teen who was staring down at the table.

They all filed back over to the usual table, the jocks giving him questioning looks and glaring over at the table Desmond now sat at.

"What the hell's goin' on here, Ug?"

"It looks like you just came out of the closet, but that's not right, yeah?"

Ugo raised an eyebrow. "And if I was?"

One of the jocks rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Then that's just a little uncomfortable."

"I don't recall ever looking any of you over in the locker room, so calm down. I'm only gay for two people." He shrugged. "Think of me as an arrow with two dents in it, other than that, completely straight."

The others were somewhat relieved by Ugo's words and surprisingly looked over his sexuality quite suddenly. "What about that Altair kid?"

"Don't worry about him. I've got a plan for him. It's between him and me anyway." Ugo glared off in the direction Ezio ran. "It's best not to get you involved."

"That's enough for us..." They all avoided looking at Ugo's expression of malice with some worry.

Whereas at Desmond's table everyone - excluding a certain outcast - was attacking him with questions and he just kept on eating, even stealing some of Rebecca's food when he ran out of his own. Continuing well until the bell rang for them all to leave.

"Desmond..." Lucy started, pushing to stand and moving over to the trash bin with him. "...what happened over there?"

"N-nothing! Nothing at all!" he protested, looking over at her with narrowed eyes before seeing her cross her arms with a, 'Really, you're going to lie to me?' look. "...look, it's nothing big -"

"...Desmond."

His face flushed and looked away. "You shouldn't worry about it."
---
Golden spheres slid open after hearing muffled cries of joy and honkings from cars -

Wait...cars were honking? Why did it sound so close by? Bolting to sit up straight, his hand placed on Ezio's knee, moving his left hand to rub his eyes and groan out in an unpleasant manner. What...did I fall asleep...? Lowering his hand, Altair pushed to stand and shifted to look down onto the grounds.

Everyone was filing out of the school.

A dumbfounded look was soon plastered upon the usually emotionless student's face. Turning to face Ezio, he crouched down and gripped the other's shoulder to shake him. "Hey, get up. School's over." Even though he sounded calm, his hand was showing that he was obviously panicking. Not once had he ever fallen asleep or skipped classes.

As per usual, Ezio looked just calm and peaceful in his sleep, mouth slightly a gape.

They'd been sleeping up against one another. Their arms pressed against each others with Altair's head resting on Ezio's shoulder while Ezio's head rested on Altair's. The two of them had even held hands at first, until it grew uncomfortable for whatever reason in the time. Once Altair had rushed to get up, Ezio instantly compensated and turned his head a different direction to keep his posture relatively the same.

Yet, he couldn't shake the urgency in Altair's calls, soon opening his eyes and rubbing them softly. "Alty...why're you bein' so loud? I'm tryin' to sl-"

His eyes popped open, clamoring to stand and peek over the fence, showing them the front of the school peopled with students talking amongst themselves.

I...slept through class?

With the other getting up onto his feet, Altair reached out to grab onto the fence and stood up as well, leaning against said surface with his expression still one of someone still waking. "...I can't believe this..." he mumbled, raising his right hand and rubbing his forehead.

He stood in silence for a moment before shrugging. "Oh, well. It's not like I'm going to get kicked off the team for this." Ezio stretched his arms above his head.

"Are you joking?" Altair lowered his hand with one of those expressions, the type where you're being a bit over-dramatic though traumatized all the same. "This is terrible." Though he looked away when Ezio moved to stretch and shifted a hand to rub the back of his neck.

"That...was the best nap I've had in years." His smile was unmistakable. "Wanna come over to my house and do it again sometime?"

Hearing this had the outcast's cheeks turn a light red, looking to the side and swallowing nervously before closing his eyes. "S...sure. If you want."

A laugh was Altair's reply.

Ezio turned from the fence and walked two steps to land a light, quick kiss on his boyfriend's lips. His eyes flashed in a consoling way. "Don't worry about this, okay, Altair?"

Both the kiss and what the other had said had a soft sigh pass his lips, pushing the thought of missing the last of his classes to the back of his mind. Worrying about it wasn't helping, that was obvious about everything. Besides... "Worrying solves nothing." he mumbled.

He hugged him, wrapped his arms completely around him and held him tightly. "Your grandfather is in the hospital, right? They'll call your home."

"Point taken." Raising his hands, he hugged the other back, though a bit awkwardly. Seeing as someone could glance up from the grounds and probably see them. "Though you'll be getting the same treatment, you know."

Gently, he pulled back, taking Altair's hand and leading him to the roof. "Let's get outta this place."

Hand-holding. Why did it seem out of place at this moment? Probably because I don't let him hold my hand that much... Following the slightly taller brunet, Altair glanced over at his shoulder to the vast skies then lowered and returned his attention forth. ...yeah, it's kinda something guys do with girls...

Golden hues narrowed slightly.

'with...girls...' Taking his hand back and letting it lower to his side once they were at the bottom of the stairs, the outcast moved to open the door and motioned to the left.

"I need to...get my things..." the Arabian spoke, averting his eyes in the direction that he was going to head to gather his things. "...go...head on home, or something. I'll see you tomorrow." Lowering his hand, he then went to head to where he mentioned.

"Ah...okay." Ezio watched Altair leave him and rubbed the back of his head in a confused manner. Everything had been going so well, or as well as it could have with another guy kissing him and making advances.

Maybe he's still a little unsure. He smiled, watching Altair turn around a corner and leave his line-of-vision.

He turned around and placed his arms behind his head in a tired fashion, but couldn't stop the grin on his face.

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"Look...uh...I'm really sorry about that, I don't know what the hell he was thinking. I'm sure he's sorry, so..." Lowering his hand, Desmond's apologetic look turned down into a depressed state, sighing inwardly before finishing the rest with a strained smile. "...don't hurt him."

Ugo glared in the direction that Ezio shot off to and began to wipe himself down with some napkins a fellow student handed him. "I don't see that happening as he basically just fucked with me...again."

That, in simpler terms, meant that Altair wasn't going to get out of this with a slap on the wrist and that caused Desmond to sigh inwardly. Also praying for his friend's safety.

He pulled bits of the Alfredo from his hair and off his clothes, as if that would remove the smell that still lingered. His cheeks were bright red in fury and he couldn't help but glance up to where the two had run off previously. His nose patch was covered in the sauce from the pasta and Ugo couldn't help but sigh as he tried to remove as much of it as he could.

It took a moment, but he soon did a double-take, staring at Desmond for a minute. "Wait...you're that kid that came up to me during the party. Des, right?" He managed a broken smile, quite unable to fully vanquish his hatred for the kid's friend.

Blinking at the other's 'double-take' the brunet blinked, his own hoodie's hood down and open to reveal his black MSI shirt. Total opposite of Altair, though some people did mistake them for the other at times, when their jackets were zipped and hoods up. "Uh...y-yeah." A nervous smile, a tiny tinge of pink, forming on his face. "That's me."

C'mon, Desmond, you sound like an idiot... he chided himself before raising a hand and rubbing the back of his neck. ...well, you probably are an idiot but still - convince him not to hurt your friend! Stop gawking!

Blinking once he realized he'd been staring at the other, the young Miles lowered his hand and swallowed. "Okay, look, I know you and your teammates are probably really pissed but I'm just asking - not demanding - don't take it personally." He shifted his right hand to rub his left arm in an uncertain manner. At this point Desmond really doubted that the other would listen to him or even take into consideration what he'd just said. "...he's just...having an off day..."

A soft chuckle escaped Ugo as Desmond pleaded with him to not have the football team pound Altair into the ground until he wasn't anything more than a piece of crap of the pavement. "Ah, you're his friend then?"

"Yeah." He looked to the side with slanted brows, falling into a quiet state.

There was a silence between them before Ugo brushed the rest of the visible pasta off his shoulders. "Don't worry, Desy. I'll make sure to have the football team left outta this, but he'll have to deal with me."

Hearing this had Desmond look back over at Ugo with wide eyes, almost as if he couldn't believe what the other had said but his lips curved up into a grin. "Really? That's rather nice - I mean, thanks."

The only two people that knew about Altair and Ezio's relationship stood together, looking at each other.

Ugo was curious as to why Desmond was being so shy and red in the face, but it was only because he wasn't thinking about his status as a football buff. He reached his hand out and placed it on the boy's head. "Ya know, you're awfully cute. Not like that brute of a friend you've got. Nice to know you've got some loyalty."

Blinking his honey-brown spheres, Desmond felt his face grow a darker shade of red, bringing his shoulders up while stuffing his hands into his pockets while closing his eyes and turning his head to the side slightly. "I'm not 'cute'..." he mumbled, shrugging at the comment of his commitment. "That's how I've always been."

What compelled him to lean in and kiss Desmond on the cheek, Ugo would never know, but he was already out of the closet to whoever had just seen everything. "Cutie."

That action, that little peck...

Totally knocked the shorter male off balance and rose his hand to lightly place his fingertips there, looking back over at Ugo and pouted slightly. "Fine, whatever."

Even though his blush didn't lessen in the slightest.

"'ey, Ugo, the hell're you doing?!"

"Dude, did he just do what I think he did?"

"Nah...I think he's just messing with either us or him...maybe both..."

"Leave him and come back over here!"

Each and every one of those sentences caused Desmond to shrink back, turning his head away once one of his friends called him back towards the table. Seeing Rebecca make that little 'Get. Over. Here!' gesture with her arms.

The sound of his fellow teammates calling out to him and even speaking with such loud voices amongst themselves didn't surprise him as he slowly stood straight once more. Ugo offered Desmond a wink out of view of the new on-lookers.

He turned around, smiling slyly at the others. "Alright, fellas. Alright." Ugo waved Desmond off to go to his table while he distracted the team. "I'm comin'."

Looking back over at the jock, the brunet offered a nervous, shy, smile before hurrying back over to his table. Plopping down once he reached it, he grabbed his sandwich and bit into it before he could be questioned for why his face was as red as it was.

"Bloody hell happened there, mate?" Shaun questioned, raising a brow to the teen who was staring down at the table.

They all filed back over to the usual table, the jocks giving him questioning looks and glaring over at the table Desmond now sat at.

"What the hell's goin' on here, Ug?"

"It looks like you just came out of the closet, but that's not right, yeah?"

Ugo raised an eyebrow. "And if I was?"

One of the jocks rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Then that's just a little uncomfortable."

"I don't recall ever looking any of you over in the locker room, so calm down. I'm only gay for two people." He shrugged. "Think of me as an arrow with two dents in it, other than that, completely straight."

The others were somewhat relieved by Ugo's words and surprisingly looked over his sexuality quite suddenly. "What about that Altair kid?"

"Don't worry about him. I've got a plan for him. It's between him and me anyway." Ugo glared off in the direction Ezio ran. "It's best not to get you involved."

"That's enough for us..." They all avoided looking at Ugo's expression of malice with some worry.

Whereas at Desmond's table everyone - excluding a certain outcast - was attacking him with questions and he just kept on eating, even stealing some of Rebecca's food when he ran out of his own. Continuing well until the bell rang for them all to leave.

"Desmond..." Lucy started, pushing to stand and moving over to the trash bin with him. "...what happened over there?"

"N-nothing! Nothing at all!" he protested, looking over at her with narrowed eyes before seeing her cross her arms with a, 'Really, you're going to lie to me?' look. "...look, it's nothing big -"

"...Desmond."

His face flushed and looked away. "You shouldn't worry about it."
---
Golden spheres slid open after hearing muffled cries of joy and honkings from cars -

Wait...cars were honking? Why did it sound so close by? Bolting to sit up straight, his hand placed on Ezio's knee, moving his left hand to rub his eyes and groan out in an unpleasant manner. What...did I fall asleep...? Lowering his hand, Altair pushed to stand and shifted to look down onto the grounds.

Everyone was filing out of the school.

A dumbfounded look was soon plastered upon the usually emotionless student's face. Turning to face Ezio, he crouched down and gripped the other's shoulder to shake him. "Hey, get up. School's over." Even though he sounded calm, his hand was showing that he was obviously panicking. Not once had he ever fallen asleep or skipped classes.

As per usual, Ezio looked just calm and peaceful in his sleep, mouth slightly a gape.

They'd been sleeping up against one another. Their arms pressed against each others with Altair's head resting on Ezio's shoulder while Ezio's head rested on Altair's. The two of them had even held hands at first, until it grew uncomfortable for whatever reason in the time. Once Altair had rushed to get up, Ezio instantly compensated and turned his head a different direction to keep his posture relatively the same.

Yet, he couldn't shake the urgency in Altair's calls, soon opening his eyes and rubbing them softly. "Alty...why're you bein' so loud? I'm tryin' to sl-"

His eyes popped open, clamoring to stand and peek over the fence, showing them the front of the school peopled with students talking amongst themselves.

I...slept through class?

With the other getting up onto his feet, Altair reached out to grab onto the fence and stood up as well, leaning against said surface with his expression still one of someone still waking. "...I can't believe this..." he mumbled, raising his right hand and rubbing his forehead.

He stood in silence for a moment before shrugging. "Oh, well. It's not like I'm going to get kicked off the team for this." Ezio stretched his arms above his head.

"Are you joking?" Altair lowered his hand with one of those expressions, the type where you're being a bit over-dramatic though traumatized all the same. "This is terrible." Though he looked away when Ezio moved to stretch and shifted a hand to rub the back of his neck.

"That...was the best nap I've had in years." His smile was unmistakable. "Wanna come over to my house and do it again sometime?"

Hearing this had the outcast's cheeks turn a light red, looking to the side and swallowing nervously before closing his eyes. "S...sure. If you want."

A laugh was Altair's reply.

Ezio turned from the fence and walked two steps to land a light, quick kiss on his boyfriend's lips. His eyes flashed in a consoling way. "Don't worry about this, okay, Altair?"

Both the kiss and what the other had said had a soft sigh pass his lips, pushing the thought of missing the last of his classes to the back of his mind. Worrying about it wasn't helping, that was obvious about everything. Besides... "Worrying solves nothing." he mumbled.

He hugged him, wrapped his arms completely around him and held him tightly. "Your grandfather is in the hospital, right? They'll call your home."

"Point taken." Raising his hands, he hugged the other back, though a bit awkwardly. Seeing as someone could glance up from the grounds and probably see them. "Though you'll be getting the same treatment, you know."

Gently, he pulled back, taking Altair's hand and leading him to the roof. "Let's get outta this place."

Hand-holding. Why did it seem out of place at this moment? Probably because I don't let him hold my hand that much... Following the slightly taller brunet, Altair glanced over at his shoulder to the vast skies then lowered and returned his attention forth. ...yeah, it's kinda something guys do with girls...

Golden hues narrowed slightly.

'with...girls...' Taking his hand back and letting it lower to his side once they were at the bottom of the stairs, the outcast moved to open the door and motioned to the left.

"I need to...get my things..." the Arabian spoke, averting his eyes in the direction that he was going to head to gather his things. "...go...head on home, or something. I'll see you tomorrow." Lowering his hand, he then went to head to where he mentioned.

"Ah...okay." Ezio watched Altair leave him and rubbed the back of his head in a confused manner. Everything had been going so well, or as well as it could have with another guy kissing him and making advances.

Maybe he's still a little unsure. He smiled, watching Altair turn around a corner and leave his line-of-vision.

He turned around and placed his arms behind his head in a tired fashion, but couldn't stop the grin on his face.