Hey, different writer anon here! High school AUs are forever my weakness so I couldn't help myself. I'm such a sucker for Altair/Malik too, so I'll leave the Federico/Kadar to the first anon. :)
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Finding a free table during lunch was difficult enough without being the new freshman kid, but Desmond thought he was pretty lucky to be friends with Lucy, who was admittedly the most popular freshman in school and pretty damn cute, though Desmond was sure Lucy didn’t need that cheerleader uniform to get what she wanted. The girl was assertive enough, and knew her way around people, teachers included.
“Thanks,” he said, sliding into the seat Lucy saved for him. From across the table, Rebecca gave him a grin while nodding her head to whatever music she was listening to her iPod, and Shaun only spared him a vaguely annoyed glance before returning to fiddle around with his camera.
It baffled Desmond, sometimes, because he could never figure out why such a knock out girl like Lucy would be best friends with weird cases like Rebecca and Shaun. Well, maybe that was a bit harsh—Rebecca was okay, for a band geek, but he attributed that to the fact she was only in band because of her broken leg. The moment that healed, he figured she would go right back to playing soccer and volleyball and the millions of other sports she did after school. Rebecca was weird, but in a sort of endearing way. Like an energetic puppy. With a broken leg. Desmond couldn’t hate her to save his life.
Shaun, on the other hand, was something of a complete asshole. It took a while for Desmond to warm up to him, and he only did it at first because he was reluctant to let go of the safety net Lucy had become. Leaving her group meant that he had to find another one or risk turning into one of those people who reblogged forever alone pictures on their tumblr.
But Shaun, occasionally, would have these moments where Desmond could almost believe that he was not so much of a dick.
“Hey, you know that photography project for Mr. da Vinci’s?” Shaun said, pulling out a folder from his backpack. He pushed Desmond’s food tray, almost off the table before Desmond had the sense to pull it away and balance it over his lap instead with a ‘fuck you’ look.
“Yeah, your subject is candids, right?” Lucy asked, even though she wasn’t even in the photography class. She had a knack for practically knowing what every class had for homework.
“Right, right,” Shaun said, opening the folder. “I’ve already chosen the five I want to turn it, but here are the rest.”
Desmond had always thought Shaun was a little too practical-minded for photography, but there was something in his candid photos that was oddly striking, in their own quiet way; the picture of Lucy reading Pride and Prejudice instead of her chemistry book was a favorite of Desmond’s. And there was another one of Rebecca watching a soccer game with her broken leg propped against a bench, and even a photo of himself, in the middle of opening his locker with a blank, Monday-morning stare. Desmond couldn’t remember when that happened, but it was one of those everyday things, he didn’t think he was meant to remember.
“Well, it’s a bit like writing a history essay, yeah?” Shaun said when Desmond manned up to give him a compliment. “Only with pictures.”
“No,” he said bluntly.
“Man, I like the one with Desmond picking his nose,” Rebecca laughed, holding up the offending picture. “This is going on myspace for sure.”
“What!” Desmond tried snatching to picture from her hand, but when that failed, he grabbed another one from the folder. “Fine, then I guess I’ll post this painfully cute picture of you drooling on your desk. I mean, look at all that drool, Crane. So charming.”
“You do that, Desmond Miles, and I will beat you upside the head with my crutches.”
“Settle down, children,” Shaun drawled. “There’s plenty of blackmail material to go around, though you guys are free to keep the pictures of yourselves.”
Lucy had been flipping through the majority of the photos, a small smile on her face. “Which ones did you choose for your project?”
Just like History [1/?]
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Finding a free table during lunch was difficult enough without being the new freshman kid, but Desmond thought he was pretty lucky to be friends with Lucy, who was admittedly the most popular freshman in school and pretty damn cute, though Desmond was sure Lucy didn’t need that cheerleader uniform to get what she wanted. The girl was assertive enough, and knew her way around people, teachers included.
“Thanks,” he said, sliding into the seat Lucy saved for him. From across the table, Rebecca gave him a grin while nodding her head to whatever music she was listening to her iPod, and Shaun only spared him a vaguely annoyed glance before returning to fiddle around with his camera.
It baffled Desmond, sometimes, because he could never figure out why such a knock out girl like Lucy would be best friends with weird cases like Rebecca and Shaun. Well, maybe that was a bit harsh—Rebecca was okay, for a band geek, but he attributed that to the fact she was only in band because of her broken leg. The moment that healed, he figured she would go right back to playing soccer and volleyball and the millions of other sports she did after school. Rebecca was weird, but in a sort of endearing way. Like an energetic puppy. With a broken leg. Desmond couldn’t hate her to save his life.
Shaun, on the other hand, was something of a complete asshole. It took a while for Desmond to warm up to him, and he only did it at first because he was reluctant to let go of the safety net Lucy had become. Leaving her group meant that he had to find another one or risk turning into one of those people who reblogged forever alone pictures on their tumblr.
But Shaun, occasionally, would have these moments where Desmond could almost believe that he was not so much of a dick.
“Hey, you know that photography project for Mr. da Vinci’s?” Shaun said, pulling out a folder from his backpack. He pushed Desmond’s food tray, almost off the table before Desmond had the sense to pull it away and balance it over his lap instead with a ‘fuck you’ look.
“Yeah, your subject is candids, right?” Lucy asked, even though she wasn’t even in the photography class. She had a knack for practically knowing what every class had for homework.
“Right, right,” Shaun said, opening the folder. “I’ve already chosen the five I want to turn it, but here are the rest.”
Desmond had always thought Shaun was a little too practical-minded for photography, but there was something in his candid photos that was oddly striking, in their own quiet way; the picture of Lucy reading Pride and Prejudice instead of her chemistry book was a favorite of Desmond’s. And there was another one of Rebecca watching a soccer game with her broken leg propped against a bench, and even a photo of himself, in the middle of opening his locker with a blank, Monday-morning stare. Desmond couldn’t remember when that happened, but it was one of those everyday things, he didn’t think he was meant to remember.
“Well, it’s a bit like writing a history essay, yeah?” Shaun said when Desmond manned up to give him a compliment. “Only with pictures.”
“No,” he said bluntly.
“Man, I like the one with Desmond picking his nose,” Rebecca laughed, holding up the offending picture. “This is going on myspace for sure.”
“What!” Desmond tried snatching to picture from her hand, but when that failed, he grabbed another one from the folder. “Fine, then I guess I’ll post this painfully cute picture of you drooling on your desk. I mean, look at all that drool, Crane. So charming.”
“You do that, Desmond Miles, and I will beat you upside the head with my crutches.”
“Settle down, children,” Shaun drawled. “There’s plenty of blackmail material to go around, though you guys are free to keep the pictures of yourselves.”
Lucy had been flipping through the majority of the photos, a small smile on her face. “Which ones did you choose for your project?”