Alright, let's catch up with everyone else, I got caught up in my Malik/Rebecca stuffz.

"Ezio, what are you-?"

"Shhh!"

"What the-? Ezio, what did you-?"

"Shut up, Fredrico!" Ezio shhhed again.

Then the older's questions were answered as the vice princeipal came storming out of his office, head and shoulders covered in a layer of soot. He was obviously pissed off. And he would be looking for the kid responcible.

"Run."

"What, no!" Ezio was reluctant to leave his vantage point at the corner. Vice Principal Mualim hadn't even seen them yet, let alone put the pieces together.

"You better start running." Fredrico urged.

"Why?"

"Because he's-."

"He can't see me, so I'm fine-!"

"So it was you!"

A hand gripping Ezio's shoulder, the Junior lost all color to his face. He didn't even twitch a muscle, he was statue still. Fredrico was a little nervous.

"You sabotaged my desk!" The old man accused.

By now, Ezio had regained some of the color to his face and he tried to talk a calmly as he could. But even he couldn't pull it off. "W-who? Me? I didn't do anything." He went from stiff to forcing himself not to tremble.

"To guidence. Now." Mualim told him lowly, as if there was an underlying warning that if Ezio didn't then he wouldn't hesitate to suspend him. Ezio didn't argue about it, which was strange for him. On a normal day, Ezio would have snapped back and defended himself. But this time he was holding his tongue. Fredrico could only ponder this as his little brother walked down towards the councilor's office.

"Were you involved?" The old man questioned harshly, beady gray eyes boring down on Fredrico as he shook his head. "Then get to class."

Fredrico shrugged, casting Mualim a challanging smirk before walking past and toward his life science class.

And Ezio? Well the answer is simple...

He kept walking down the hall, trying to think of an excuse for rigging Mualim's desk with an air gun and ink, and he didn't really pay much attention to where he was going.

Before he even had a chance to move or sidestep or something out of the way, he bashed into another person! A mess of papers came flying and littered the floor as Ezio could only stare in half shock, half confusion as who ever it was he bumped into was crouching down to gather the papers strewn across the floor.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there." Although he said it plainly, he was kicking himself for not. Anyone with a brain could have spotted the blonde haired person a mile away, even more so with a bright red satin hat that sat on his head. He got down and begun to help pile up the papers, but the guy clearly didn't seem too happy as he was quickly reclaimed them. But not quick enough for Ezio to miss the countless sketches on quality art paper.

This person murmered something almost unaudible, and Ezio was about to ask for him to repeat when he said, "It's my own fault, nothing to be sorry for."

Clearly this person didn't like to let others blaim themselves. "Seriously, it's my fault." Ezio claimed, handing him another couple papers from the ground.

This person looked up now before he stood. His eyes a bright blue that seemed a vast and endless as the sky. A hint of a mustashe and beard seemed almost invisible against his light freckled skin. He casted a smile, a genuine smile that told him that he wasn't trying to pull the attention or anything. "Like I said, the only person to blame is myself. I'm such a klutz sometimes."

So Ezio grinned back. "Alright..." He pointed to him as a universal gesture for "what the heck is your name?"

"Leonardo. I'm Leonardo. You?" The guy answered.

"Ezio." He responded. "Why haven't I seen you around here before?"

Leonardo shrugged dispite a three sketchbooks, four folders, and a few loose drawings in his arms. "I just move here over the summer." Then he looked down a little embarrassed. "Do you know where visual arts is?"

Now he looked around, realising he completely pasted the office and his mom's office and came all the way to the art wing. "I think you passed it." Ezio chuckled. "It's right over by the entrance."

"Gazie." Leonardo beamed and started to turn towards the class. Ezio watched him slip in before he turned back and went to his mom's office, where he was scolded about his prank. It became apparent to her that he needs to "appaulogize." The thing is, when you say that around Ezio, he acts like the word isn't in his vocabulary or he doesn't know the meaning at all.

Another lecture in vein...