By the time Friday rolled around, Malik seriously wished for it to be Monday again – or, at the very least, already Saturday. He woke up that morning with an upset stomach and furiously traveling thoughts. As his alarm blared at him, he lay, glaring at his ceiling like it was the one that had caused all of his problems. It wasn’t until Kadar slammed his fist into the wall joining their rooms (a loud signal that he didn’t want to listen to Malik’s alarm any longer), that he pulled himself out of his bed.

He flicked off his alarm, although the flick was more of a shove that made the clock fall to the floor. Ignoring it, he started the process of getting ready for school.

Never before this day had it taken nearly as long for him to just pick a shirt for the day.
Thanks to his indecision and Kadar’s over all inability to wake up, he had arrived to his first class late. After that everything only seemed to go downhill. Nothing went right and by lunch he only wanted to punch a locker in and flip and table.

Making it to lunch, he threw himself down at his normal seat. As usual, Shaun Hastings, a well-known British exchange student that had the ability to make anyone feel terrible just by arching a single eyebrow, took the seat next to him.

“You like you just caught your mother sleeping the mail-man,” Shaun stated as he unscrewed his water bottle.

Malik frowned dangerously at him. “I think I’d rather take that then my day so far,” he replied. He opened his snack bar in one angry motion.

Just as Shaun opened his mouth, Desmond Miles, Altair and Ezio’s distant cousin, flopped down in the seat across from Shaun. “What’s up?” He asked, quickly taking in Malik’s furious expression.

Desmond wasn’t nearly as high up in the food chain as his cousins, but he didn’t seem to mind it at all. With the same famous looks that ran in his entire family, he preferred to stay in the sidelines and pick his own path and fame. No matter how much Shaun teased him about his choice, he was happier for it.

Malik sighed. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” Desmond asked, shooting a look at Shaun. “That’s not what Altair told me.”

Malik’s head shot up. “What did he tell you?” He demanded. Had there not been a table between them, he most likely would have jumped Desmond in an instant.

As if he feared for his life, Desmond leaned back slightly. “He just said that you’re particularly angry today. He bitched about it all last period.” Sitting back up, he frowned. “Speaking of which, he wanted me to tell you that you can’t look this pissy tonight.”

That appeared to be enough for Malik, for he sat back with a huff and took a large chunk out of his snack bar.

“What does he mean by that?” Shaun asked, transferring his gaze from Desmond to Malik.

“How should I know?” Malik responded, not meeting the other two male’s eyes.

“He means that they’re going on a date tonight.”

All three men whipped around to see the owner of the new voice. Ezio Auditore, the number one wanted male in the entire high school population, stood behind them with a smug smirk on his features. “Move over, Hastings,” he commanded, not too gently shoving the British male to the side. Once seated, he focused his gaze completely on Malik. “Altair told me that you’re going for a ride in his new truck tonight.”

Malik visibly swallowed. “What’re you talking about?”

Ezio snorted. “Please, he is my cousin. I know everything about him.”

“I’m your cousin too,” Desmond grumbled. “You don’t know anything about me.”
Ignoring him, Ezio only pressed on. “I’m just going to give you a bit of a warning,” he paused to glance around them surreptitiously. “He’s never done anything before. So, I suggest you go easy on him.” Ezio’s voice dropped so low that Malik had a tough time hearing every word. Then, Ezio stood up and winked at him. “Enjoy yourself tonight, Malik. I’m sure Altair will.”

With that, Ezio was gone, leaving a thoroughly confused cousin and British male behind but a very embarrassed Arab was left blushing deeply.