Shaun and des

"Crap! I can't believe this!" Desmond muttered under his breath. He had just received his schedule for the 2nd semester and was a little disappointed, not because of the fact he got a history class, but he was put in the advanced Placement History Program with the Dreaded Mr. Hastings. From what he heard, cause he never actually met Mr. Hastings himself, was that he was a devil of a teacher; nobody wanted his class. He was a very hard marker and never stopped working; he was unkind and never, ever gave an 'A' grade, no matter how amazing you did.

"So what did you get?" Ezio awkwardly looked over his shoulder as he had his girl-friend-of-the-week glued to his side. "ho –ho! Sucks for you man~! You got history AP with Mr. Firepants! Hope you're ready for a semester of pain, you'll have homework coming out of your ears!" By then Ezio was hooting and grabbing his sides, rocking with laughter. Even his Girl-friend-of-the-week was laughing hysterically.

"Well I'm not taking it!" Desmond shouted at Ezio "I'm going to transfer to a different class!"

"Good luck with that" Ezio said finally starting to calm down and beginning to talk between fits of giggles. "Principle Vidic will never let you change!" But before Desmond could hear the rest of the sentence he was already on his way to the office.

It was a week before Desmond could see the Principle to change his coarse selection as the Principle was off on some school board meeting, or something like that. Desmond entered the office and was quickly motioned to the front door of Principle Vidic's big office and let it.

"Good day Mr. Miles. What can I help you with?" P. Vidic said this in such a way that Desmond got chills down his back. It was said softly but the… the… danger behind it was well evident.

"I-I want t-to change some of my courses, sir" Desmond was beginning to be less and less sure of whom he feared of dealing with more; Principle Vidic or Mr. Hastings…

"Mr. Miles, it is a week before the new semester begins and you want to change your courses now?" Vidic squinted his eyes at Desmond, but the threat wasn't received.

"But I tried to change them earlier! You weren't here!" Desmond shot back angrily "I didn't even ask for History on my selection sheet!

"Mind your words Mr. Miles." Vidic rose slightly in his chair and Desmond instinctively took a step back. "I don't know why you were put in that program but it has happened and there is no way to change in now. I suggest you live with it. You are dismissed."

"Thanks sir." Desmond mumbled and slunk from the office and headed for the cafeteria. Ezio and Altair were waiting for him at the usually place at the back corner where the sun never quite reached. Desmond didn't really like that area but he put up with it. Ezio was the first to talk when Desmond reached the table.

"So how did things go with P. Vidic? Actually get your courses changed or did he brush you off like everybody else?" Ezio struggled not to laugh, and so did his new new-girlfriend-of-the-week.

"No, I'm stuck with my classes" He mumbled "I can't believe this" he added to himself.

"Well sucks for you man! I got Art with Mr. Davinchi, gym, planning and a spare! I got it easy this semester." He grinned wildly at Desmond, getting a kick out of the others troubling position. But his grin didn't last for long as he was punched squarely in the shoulder by Altair, which knocked him to the floor. Altair said nothing to him, just smirked and turned to Desmond.

"Makes you feel any better I got stuck in Architect class with Mr. Malik and he hates me." Ezio had resituated himself on his seat rubbing his arm gently and glaring at Cousin Altair as he spoke.

"Yeah well for starters you kinda' started it you know Altair! You bug him beyond belief, calling him by his first name and you had even beaten up his brother once, of course he's not going to like you." Desmond shot back.

"Hey, his brother deserved it! Got in my way in gym class, made me look like a fool." Altair had a scowl set on his face now. "And besides, it was only one punch and that wimp went crying to his brother!"

"That 'one punch' gave him a concussion Altair; Mr. A-saf had a right to be angry with you." Desmond calmly responded

"For 3 years?" Altair shouted, grabbing everybody's attention in the cafeteria but Altair didn't notice. "It was three years ago that I did that, why can't he just move on! He's glared enough at me in the hallways since then! I've even apologised!" It was then Altair noticed everybody's eyes on him, he stormed out of the cafeteria, after boldly looking everybody in the eye and asking what their problem was.

Desmond turned from looking at the door from which Altair had left and sighed. Next semester was going to be a tough one and it started in less than a week. How was he going to make it? As he was thinking about the upcoming torture the hair on the back of his neck rose slightly and Desmond turned to see why. Standing not 20 feet from his was the same teacher that had been on him mind since he learned he had his class. He had not actually seen him before but as he looked at him now he looked much smaller than he thought he would be. He was expecting a bigger burly man with a tough look, but instead a man no taller than him and with a small stature stood there looking at him. It felt like years, but was only actually a few seconds that their eyes met and held, Mr. Hastings had a firm glare set to his eyes and Desmond just sat staring dumbfoundedly. Mr. Hastings then walked to the start of the cafeteria line and began to wait.

Once Desmond was out of his gaze he snapped his head to Ezio "See! He hates me and he doesn't even know me! I bet he doesn't even know I'm in his class! Oh this is a night mare!" He wailed and put his head in his hands. "I can't believe this." Next semester was coming quickly and with every second the dread of what was coming grew.

Shaun didn't know why he came to the cafeteria that lunch hour, it was for both the students and the teachers, but he already had his own lunch from home. Rebecca had made it for him sometime last night, she seemed to think that they were a thing but to Shaun it was really just a fling. It hadn't felt right between the two of them to begin with. Finally getting to the front of the line, he felt eyes on him, probably from the kid he had glared at earlier. He didn't know what it was about that kid, but the kid just really pissed him off. Just the look of him made him want to… well… he didn't actually know. All he knew was that he was frustrated.

He had noticed the kid since he got here, in the halls, outside his window, and he even saw him once at the mall that he was forced to visit by Rebecca. The boy always seemed to show himself in a crowd, what with his bright white hoody he always wore. Shaun took a cautious glance in the direction of the boy's table, not finding him sitting there anymore he felt a twinge of disappointment he DID NOT want to analyse because that feeling SHOULD NOT be there.

"Hey! The lines moving, move it!" This voice made Shaun jump and he sent the voice a glare that could catch the guy on fire. The guy immediately piped down and looked away sheepishly.

Shaun loved that talent of his, being able to make anyone wither away from him a glance and he planned on keeping his status of being mean as such. Made his students better learners because they never wanted to UNDER study because they never knew when he might throw a pop quiz and the consequences of such is that they always did amazing on the provincials.

Having his food paid for and neatly set on a tray Shaun set out to return to his class room but was stopped by the Boy in the white hoody that had captured his mind. His first defence was to glare at the young man to move, which he did, but was immediately replaced with shock when instead of moving the boy began talking instead.

"My names D-Desmond and I have your class next semester." The Boy – no Desmond – said in a small voice. Shaun had no idea where the boy was trying to get with introducing himself but as he heard the young boy's voice it made him want to hear more. SHUT UP! Shaun cried at his brain

"What is your point? If have one get to it quickly, I don't have time for you" Shaun shot back, maybe a little to harshly but he had noticed that he wasn't the only one listening to Desmond. Many others had begun to on look at the man because he had the nerve to walk up to him!

"W-w-w-ell I-I J-Just-"Desmond stammered

"That is what I thought" Shaun shoved passed him and out of the cafeteria leaving a stuttering boy in the middle of a giggling lunch room, this, Shaun had to admit, made him feel a little bad…

Desmond entered the school a week later dreading last block because that was B block and B Block was History block and since that time in the cafeteria Desmond had had butterflies in his stomach. He almost wanted to skip today and then ask the other students in his class how it went, but he hadn't missed a class, EVER, and he was too much of a wimp to do so now, even with what had happened. First block was amazing, it was P.E and he loved it. Always being more of an athletic person he enjoyed the challenge of going against Altair, who was luckily in his class, in one on one basket ball. Desmond was not necessarily 'built' but his thought he was pretty well toned.

Lunch had been uneventful; the history teacher had not come in once since that day and Desmond dreaded seeing him again. He had felt so stupid standing there stuttering while others stood laughing at him. He had run from the room moments later towards the bathroom to calm down. He wasn't a wimp in fights, no way, but he never really had to deal with embarrassment so he ran away from it. The same one he was passing now on the way to his… next class… he desperately wanted to hide in it and wait for it to be over. But, again, he passed up the chance to hide and decided that he wasn't going to back down, but being quiet an unnoticed might help his situation.

When he entered the room he didn't looking the direction of the desk placed in the far right corner where Mr. Hastings was sitting- he didn't know how he knew that without looking, but he did- but instead strait left to the back of the class and sighed in disappointment as all the seats in the back were taken' up and not a single desk in the front had been filled. In fact the farthest he could sit was the 3rd row from the front in the middle. Sulking over to his seat he sat down and leaned his head on his desk, a headache already starting to form from stress.

A light, gentle tap on his shoulder making him look up to the person sitting to his right. She was a pretty thing with her messily tied back blond hair and her thin white tank top with skinny jeans. She's a Pretty thing thought Desmond tiredly. "yes?" he asked.

"Hi, my name is Lucy, get you got stuck in this class too huh?" She whispered to him.

"Argh, yes, yes I did" Desmond moaned in reply. "I Didn't even ask for this class!"

"I don't think any of us did, nobody wants this class, I don't know why the Principle keeps him around, but I heard that it might be because the Principle likes him, I mean LIKES him likes him."

"Wait, what?" Desmond spoke up, startling himself with the loudness of his voice.

"Mr. Miles! Would you like to be the first in my detention?" Mr. Hasting stated flatly, Glaring at Desmond. Desmond didn't know when he had gotten up and started the class but he faced the front and shook his head furiously.

"N-no sir!" He stammered.

"Good, I didn't think so" Mr. Hastings smirked and Desmond thought that the short red haired male with glasses kinda looked handsome. "Done gawking Miles?" He had obviously noticed Desmond staring because no one else could look him in the face, it was then the others started to smother laughs and giggles with the back of their hands.

It was a long hour and a half until break. He was constantly ridiculed and called upon and at the mention that the principle only kept Mr. Hastings around because he LIKED him made Desmond a little angry at the principle and he was constantly distracted by the thought. He told himself that the anger he was feeling was just because it was unfair to have to stick some of the populace of kids in this torturous class, but there was a tinge at the back of his brain telling him something else, he ignored that.

"Man that first part of class he was really rough on you." Lucy bounced up beside him in the hallway, getting, maybe, a little to close.

"Yeah, I don't know why he hates me so much!" Desmond looked at the ground as he talked trying to remember any time that he might have offended such a teacher but he hadn't even seen him before… well the cafeteria incident…

"maybe you offended him somehow?" Lucy asked sheepishly, Desmond guessed she didn't want to offend him.

"For the life of me I can't think of anything I could have done!" Desmond Finally reached the gang at their usual hang out at breaks and wondered briefly where Altair was.

"Mr. Malik kept him in for break." Ezio substituted quickly "And who is this lovely lady~?"

"Kept him in? For what? Oh, and this is Lucy she has the same History class as me."

"Something about annoying him, didn't can't all of the words spoken as they were kind of yelled," Ezio quickly replied to Desmond and then turned once again to Lucy, he had recently Dumped his 'Girl-of-the-week' and was looking for a new one "hm," Ezio began walking to Lucy "and what is YOUR favourite thing to do, Belle~?" Before Lucy could respond, Desmond stepped in front of her and put a hand on his cousin.

"off limits Ezio," he stated before turning to Lucy "Time to get back to class I guess, talk to you after school Ezio. Still on for the clubs?" Ezio sighed with a look of sadness on his face, nodded, and simply walked away.

Shaun's day had been going just peachy until B block. Why did that annoying little kid have to be in his class? Little brat. He had no idea what made the little kid so annoying but he was and he couldn't stop picking on him, he'd get reported at this point and then he'd have to deal with that stupid-self-centered principle! That principle had carried a crush on him forever and it was getting harder and harder to refuse him. Not because Shaun was 'falling for him' - he wasn't even gay! - but because the Principle was getting more and more demanding and… threatening. But it was time to put such thoughts away and start teaching once again.

He had desperately tried not to pick on Desmond too much during the next block and what helped keep himself in check was the desperation of keeping the principle at a distance. But the principle must have put Desmond in this class for such a purpose, he was almost positive. It was just like the principle to step on others to get what he wanted.

Shaun was still cleaning up an hour after class when he heard a knock at the door, "can I come in, Shaun?" His heart rate quickened, Vidic! But he didn't show any outward sign of distress and simply turned to face the Principle.

'No way!' Thought Shaun "sure come in. What is it you want?"

Of course the principle had walked in before he was even given permission, "Just want to know your answer about tonight?" Vidic stated hands behind his back.

"No" Shaun stated flatly, returning to his work at his desk, back to Vidic.

"Oh, but I thought you liked the opera?" Vidic said snaking his arms around Shaun,

"STOP!" Shaun turned and violently shoved Vidic away, and started to talk quickly "I'm not feeling well, I may not come tomorrow have a nice evening," He ran out of the room and to his car, locking it the instant he got in; he'd been scared. He didn't know what to do in situations where the person he was defending against was an amazing fighter, even having proven himself in National boxing championships and it's not like he could call the police, he would have to explain the whole 'Principle is gay thing' with the principle already having a wife; it wouldn't work.

Driving to his house his simply sat in the driveway wondering how he got himself in this situation and how he could fix it. But after a while of mulling, he finally decided he needed a drink. He left his car where it was and walked the 2 miles it was to the club, he'd just get drunk and his car would be useless after he drank anyway. Upon arriving at the club he immediately ordered the bartender to fix him up something strong. While he waited he looked around noticing a gay couple beside him cuddling. Scowling at their outward display of affection he felt a tug on his heart. He wanted that. He didn't know where that thought had come from but he knew it was true. He and Rebecca were good friends but it would just never turn out like she wanted it too, he knew she sensed that and started to back off more and just be his friend.

By the time Shaun had done drinking he was only slightly buzzed and it was dark out. Time to walk home, He sighed. Walking home in the dark had always made him worry, he had taken some self-defence classes but he wasn't sure if he could actually use them calmly like required. Starting down a dark alley way he felt this sensed that someone might be following him. But when he looked back nobody was evident, but as he looked frontwards once again he walked into a strong muscled chest falling back instantly.

"You know, the boss don't like it when people refuse him." The Big man said in a huge booming voice as he grabbed Shaun by his collar "Boss said just to ruff you up a little but I don't think he will mind if I have a little fun with you too."

Shaun wanted to scream as he was forced against the wall of the alley way, but found no voice. His shirt was quickly ruffled up as the free hand shot up his shirt, it was then that shaun started to kick and thrash but it was use this guy was just to strong. Weak points! Shaun quickly thought and went for the attackers eyes, poking him in one and trying to scratch the other. The attacker howled and let go of Shaun immediately and Shaun took off like a blast, running across the street and into another alley way hoping to maybe hide in the back of a restaurant or something, only to be tackled by his pursuer.

"haha, sorry you're not getting away that easily princess.' The mad laughed like a mad man before pinning Shaun's arms above his head, "you know, I was going to be nice but now I think I might have to take this a step further." He lifted up his shirt once again nd began undoing his belt buckle, all the while having Shaun calling him every nasty name he could think of and a few he made up on the spot.

With his pants now down to his knees he could feel the cold air brush over him as well as… as well as… he couldn't think any more, he was too afraid! "Ready for me? I'm a little big so it might be a little… uncomfortable…" The man smirked "but this is what you get for refusing the boss!" Shaun had no idea who this 'boss' was but he really regretted whatever he did. Shaun screamed through clenched teeth as the Man started to enter, but all at once the pain was gone and so was the wait on his body. He couldn't see the face of the person who tackled his attacker but he was so grateful. His breathing was laboured as he got up and shakily buckled his pants. His rescuer wasn't having the best time either, the man was all but thrown against the wall with a loud 'CRACK' and Shaun paled. He had to do something! He looked around franticly for something to use but couldn't find anything but garbage! He looked back to the fight and the Man had the littler one in a chokehold and it didn't look as if he was going to make it out of this fight alive, but within a few quick movements and twists the littler one had managed to perform a perfect Judo throw making the attacker land on his head, knocking him out. The man stood panting, hands on knees for support. Shaun thought his legs would give out from relief but it wasn't his that gave out, it was his rescuers. The man fell to the ground and started to huff and puff, the loud crack he heard earlier must haven't been a good sign and Shaun walked over to him.

'DESMOND?' Shaun finally got close enough to see who it was, 'DESMOND OF ALL PEOPLE?' Shock was not a strong enough word for what he felt now. After he had treated him like crap, he goes and saves his life! Desmond's breathing had started to slow and he started to lift himself up once again. Now it was Shaun's turn to start breathing hard. He had finally come off the adrenaline and began to realise fully what could have happened and he started to shake. He hated being weak but he thought that maybe this time he deserved it a little. Shutting his eyes tight he tried to calm himself, his progress in vain. It wasn't until he felt strong arms wrap around him that he began to calm down and let his tears flow. Right now he didn't care if it was Desmond, he just wanted to be held, and he snuggled into Desmond's embrace, wrapping his arms around him.

Desmond hurt like hell, but all that was ignored when Mr. Hastings actually returned his hug. He… he felt… happy? He couldn't believe he felt such an emotion at a time like this, but it also wasn't the only emotion he was feeling; he was worried. Worried for Mr. Hastings, he hoped he'd be alright. Desmond didn't say anything and just let him cry until he suggested that they get him home to call the police and Mr. Hastings nodded.

Mr. Hastings had let go of him as they walked to his house and Desmond was actually kind of displeased. When he got to the house he helped him in and asked if he'd be alright, mr. Hastings nodded weakly. It was then that Mr. Hastings must have noticed how much he was bleeding because a look of shock ran over his face when he finally looked at Desmond in the light.

"Wanker," He said stiffly and pulled him inside as Desmond turned to leave "You are in no condition to walk home, let me get the first aid kit" With that He ran off leaving Desmond in the entry way, shifting nervously. "to the bathroom if you please," Mr. Hastings shouted from somewhere in the house. "Last door on the left."

"Alright," Desmond mumbled. He was still not over the shock of this person actually being nice to him but he welcomed it… maybe just a little too much. He walked over to the bathroom and sat down just as Mr. Hastings walked in. "you know Mr. Hastings, I'm just fine I could just walk home you know."

"yeah right, and I'm big Ben" Mr. Hastings said and added in a low voice "It's Shaun, by the way"

"B- bu-" Desmond stammerd, not quite sure how to take this change of events.

"no buts" Shuan interjected "Were not in school Miles,"

"Desmond"

"huh?" Shaun froze in his task of taking out the medical supplies to look at Desmond.

"were not in school you said so it's Desmond." He replied camly, not knowing what to expect.

"Fine, Desmond." Nodding stiffly Shaun began to clean Demond's wound on his face with amazing gentleness. Desmond wasn't expecting that. Nor was he expecting Mr. Hast- Shaun's mouth being so close to his… "What were you doing in that area?" Shaun asked him.

"left from a club earlier, just walking about."

"A club was it?" Shaun restated

"Ahhhh…" Desmond forgot that he technically wasn't allowed to be in clubs and he knew he was in for it now.

"Whatever," Shaun stopped and looked Desmond in the eye, and then away "T- thanks by the way" Looking back to Desmond he had an urge to kiss him, but no… no he wasn't GAY! And this was his STUDENT, for god's sake!

Desmond stilled and was lost in Shaun's eyes, they were completely honest and had a look of conflict in them but he was still captured none the less. He leaned in, moving from instinct and placed a simple kiss, testing Shaun, on his lips. He felt Shaun hesitate but then quickly respond snaking a hand around Desmond's neck, deepening the kiss before breaking it off completely.

"that shouldn't have happened. Never speak of it again," Shaun held the back of his hand to his mouth and walked out of the bathroom "What's your parents number?"

"Don't have any." Desmond quietly responded a little sad that it had broken off and a little ashamed of what he'd done, not 'cause it didn't feel right because, oh god, it really felt right. It just wasn't the right time! Oh, he couldn't believe he thought like that, this was just too weird! He shouldn't like his teacher, it was unnatural and he never even thought that he was gay! This was news to him.

"r-really?" Shaun looked to Desmond taken aback and really wanted to know why he didn't have parents but refrained. "You can have the spare bedroom across from the bathroom then, it's all set up. I'm off to bed." With that Shaun guiltily set off to his room, without cleaning the rest of Desmond's wounds.