Had a bit of time before the school thingy. So! Here's a really quick update. 8D
Honestly, the end of the week could not come fast enough. Kadar had been right, Malik had, most certainly, been stressing constantly about the 'date'. Almost every waking thought was devoted to it. When school wasn't bothering him, he was focused on Altair. Which, in all respects, wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Until, of course, the man in question decided to show his ugly (i.e. handsome), face.
Although, the week hadn't been entirely without merit. In fact, there had been some worthy moments to note.
On Wednesday, not a day after Altair's proposition, during their lunch break, Ezio Auditore (the younger brother of Kadar's flame), had gotten into a major fight with Cesare Borgia (the son of the Vice Principal). Apparently the latter had decided to make some choice words about the formers sister. And if there was anyone more protective than Malik, it had to be Ezio. Instead of staying calm and ignoring the man, Ezio had retaliated in the most animalistic manner.
In fact, he had spun around on his seat, pulled his fist back and slammed it into Cesare's oh-so-perfect nose.
After that, everything had fallen into chaos. Cesare, never one to stay in a fight, commanded his two cronies, Michelleto Corella and Juan Borgia to fight for him. Instead of Ezio being completely cornered, other's came to his rescue. Antonio de Magianis and his sister, Rosa, quickly joined the fray. As Cesare's henchmen and Ezio's allies battled, the Italian play-boy took off down the halls after the VP's son.
The fight was only ended when Leonardo da Vinci and La Volpe, the creepy janitor, called everything into order. It wasn't very graceful, however. Cesare had, affectively, kicked Leonardo in the stomach in his attempt to escape and Ezio had shouted some rather interesting rumors concerning Cesare and his sister, Lucrezia.
Finally, finally, everything was calmed back down. Cesare and Ezio were led to the office with a thoroughly amused janitor and pained-looking art teacher.
With the way the fight had gone, it was no wonder Malik had given the two groups the nicknames he did. Ezio with his friends (Antonio, Rosa and Ugo) he had charmingly named the Brotherhood. Even if Rosa was most certainly a woman with her voluptuous curves, she had one of the most powerful right-hooks in the entire school. Cesare's group with Michelleto, Juan and Octavio hadn't gotten such a kind reception from the Arab teen. Their nickname fluxuated between The Templars, The Spanish Inquisition and the ever eloquent The Douche-fags.
Otherwise the rest of the week hadn't been nearly as exciting. Unless, of course, Malik decided to count the one time that he and Altair had gotten stuck in the Janitor's Closet. While on the run from Robert de Sable (who still had a major grudge over the scar that now adorned his head), Altair had, literally, ran into Malik. His only option, if not taking to the roofs, was to throw himself into the hall closet. And since Malik just happened to be in the same line of sight, Altair had dragged him with.
For nearly two hours, Malik had been crammed into a tight space with Altair crushed against him. They had tried to make it as comfortable as possible, but nothing worked. Every move put Malik far too close to Altair's face, or hands in uncomfortable proximity to places that, as of yet, didn't need to be that close to another human's hand.
The appearance of La Volpe had been their only saving grace. Not before the man had stood and laughed uproariously at them, of course.
But, Malik still vehemently denied the occasion ever happening, no matter how many rumors were passed around or how much Kadar teased him.
It most certainly did not happen and he, absolutely, did not have to hide in the bathroom to fix a problem that had not occurred at all. Because, well, Malik didn't hold with such unbelievable nonsense.
Re: Backseat Virgin [5/x]
Honestly, the end of the week could not come fast enough. Kadar had been right, Malik had, most certainly, been stressing constantly about the 'date'. Almost every waking thought was devoted to it. When school wasn't bothering him, he was focused on Altair. Which, in all respects, wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Until, of course, the man in question decided to show his ugly (i.e. handsome), face.
Although, the week hadn't been entirely without merit. In fact, there had been some worthy moments to note.
On Wednesday, not a day after Altair's proposition, during their lunch break, Ezio Auditore (the younger brother of Kadar's flame), had gotten into a major fight with Cesare Borgia (the son of the Vice Principal). Apparently the latter had decided to make some choice words about the formers sister. And if there was anyone more protective than Malik, it had to be Ezio. Instead of staying calm and ignoring the man, Ezio had retaliated in the most animalistic manner.
In fact, he had spun around on his seat, pulled his fist back and slammed it into Cesare's oh-so-perfect nose.
After that, everything had fallen into chaos. Cesare, never one to stay in a fight, commanded his two cronies, Michelleto Corella and Juan Borgia to fight for him. Instead of Ezio being completely cornered, other's came to his rescue. Antonio de Magianis and his sister, Rosa, quickly joined the fray. As Cesare's henchmen and Ezio's allies battled, the Italian play-boy took off down the halls after the VP's son.
The fight was only ended when Leonardo da Vinci and La Volpe, the creepy janitor, called everything into order. It wasn't very graceful, however. Cesare had, affectively, kicked Leonardo in the stomach in his attempt to escape and Ezio had shouted some rather interesting rumors concerning Cesare and his sister, Lucrezia.
Finally, finally, everything was calmed back down. Cesare and Ezio were led to the office with a thoroughly amused janitor and pained-looking art teacher.
With the way the fight had gone, it was no wonder Malik had given the two groups the nicknames he did. Ezio with his friends (Antonio, Rosa and Ugo) he had charmingly named the Brotherhood. Even if Rosa was most certainly a woman with her voluptuous curves, she had one of the most powerful right-hooks in the entire school. Cesare's group with Michelleto, Juan and Octavio hadn't gotten such a kind reception from the Arab teen. Their nickname fluxuated between The Templars, The Spanish Inquisition and the ever eloquent The Douche-fags.
Otherwise the rest of the week hadn't been nearly as exciting. Unless, of course, Malik decided to count the one time that he and Altair had gotten stuck in the Janitor's Closet. While on the run from Robert de Sable (who still had a major grudge over the scar that now adorned his head), Altair had, literally, ran into Malik. His only option, if not taking to the roofs, was to throw himself into the hall closet. And since Malik just happened to be in the same line of sight, Altair had dragged him with.
For nearly two hours, Malik had been crammed into a tight space with Altair crushed against him. They had tried to make it as comfortable as possible, but nothing worked. Every move put Malik far too close to Altair's face, or hands in uncomfortable proximity to places that, as of yet, didn't need to be that close to another human's hand.
The appearance of La Volpe had been their only saving grace. Not before the man had stood and laughed uproariously at them, of course.
But, Malik still vehemently denied the occasion ever happening, no matter how many rumors were passed around or how much Kadar teased him.
It most certainly did not happen and he, absolutely, did not have to hide in the bathroom to fix a problem that had not occurred at all. Because, well, Malik didn't hold with such unbelievable nonsense.