AC High (Assassins Creed Boys x Reader)

  This idea just happened to pop out of my head after reading some Assassins x Readers. I don't know if anyone done this yet. If you have, then I'm sorry if it is similar in some way. Plus, I will make this a one shot for now and might possibly continue it. I'm going to try not to spoil anything for you for Unity/Rogue for those of you who haven't played it....there might be one or two but it won't be very noticeable.

 Anyway, enjoy!




 (F/n) sighed. Ugh. The first day of school. Was stupid. Like always. A day to greet old friends and possibly make new ones right? Wrong. On this particular day, it was her first day at a NEW school. That's right, new. As in, she had no old friends to greet and making new ones didn't seem like a good idea for this school.

 She hadn't heard anything about Masyaf Lake High being a bad school but she was certain that nobody would probably pay attention to the new girl. If they did, it was usually the jocks (who wanted to know her cup size) or the mean girls (who gave out drama).

 Masyaf Lake was home to almost middle-wealth students. The school did have the usual high school stuff like labs and a gym. Maysaf Lake had fancier labs though (with more science equipment), a pool, a theater (hosted for plays and movies), a cafeteria with booths (with a round one as well), vending machines, tennis courts and even the lockers had more space. You didn't have to just put your books there. You could almost fit anything in there (like a jewelry stand).

 She shook her head. Why did she come over here again? Didn't her mother get the message that moving to a new city to start at a new school was so the wrong idea? She knew it wasn't her mother's intention. If it hadn't been for the job placement the boss gave to her, they wouldn't have been here. Her mother only took the position since it was the only job she could get and the pay was high. It would help with the monetary problems they were about to have.

 Back at her old school, she had made plenty of friends and she was pretty popular, making good grades, part of the student government, holding funds and participating in school activities. This won't be the same. It was a different environment. She was the invasive specimen, part of an experiment to go out and avoid the predators trying to kill her.

 Her best friend cried when she announced that she was going to go to a new school. "But why?" (b/f/n) sobbed. (F/n) told her about her mother's job being placed somewhere else and how the pay was good. It would increase their standards of living. "Oh, but you don't need that! What about the other things that money can't bring like the power of friendship!" (F/n) laughed and told her that she'll be fine. She'll text her about how everything was going so far.

 She clutched onto the folders she held in her arms. "I can do this," she whispered to herself. Putting on a brave face, (f/n) marched up the stairs. There weren't many students outside of the parking lot but it would be packed soon. Then she would meet the fear sitting down in the cafeteria. It was better passing through on the breaks. At least she didn't have to meet anyone face to face.

 "I have like what? One year left? That's good," (f/n) said to herself. She frowned though. Ah, senior year. They say it's the final year of your high school to make it very memorable. Homecoming, Winter/Spring Formal, Prom, Grad Night...yeah, they were all something to remember and cherish but what, freshman, sophomore or junior didn't have to be memorable? (F/n) remembered going to Homecoming as a sophomore and that was fun. Senior year was a big deal as in graduating but that didn't mean that you couldn't go to the others just as a senior...what was wrong with a freshman going to Winter Formal? Maybe they only had one chance to experience it and they won't during their senior year. Everyone might as well try to make all of that high school years memorable.

 She walked up to the office. Her mom's friend worked there as a counselor. She helped her on orientation day and even got her schedule fixed. She would come pick it up on the first day.

 (F/n) knocked on the counselor's door. A mouse brown haired woman with twinkling blue eyes opened the door. She wore a gray pleated skirt with a black shirt. "Oh, (f/n), you're finally here. I've got your schedule. Here it is. I tried to make sure that it stayed true to your other school's requirements. You remember where your first class is?"

 "I do," (f/n) said. The friend smiled. "Well, off to class you go. It's almost time. You don't want to be late."

 (F/n) walked out and scanned down over her class schedule. Well, it was sort of like what the class options/requirements had for her last school. English, Physics, Government/Economics, Statistics, Spanish 2 and Music. Oh well. Least it wasn't that bad of a schedule, right?

 (F/n) headed over to her English class. She saw some of the students loitering around near the front door. She didn't know whether to go inside or not. What if they stared at her as she walked in?

 The bell rang, signaling the beginning of first period. Students walked into the classroom and took their seats. The room filled with chattered voices of them.

 A teacher with black hair, glasses, a white shirt and khaki pants arranged his papers by the desk. He spoke with a loud voice: "All right, class. You know what today is. I guess we should get this over with. It's time for Shakespearean literature. Turn your textbook pages to....oh, who are you?"

 The teacher noticed (f/n) by the door. "Oh, sorry," (f/n) said. "I'm (f/n). I'm new here and I'm in your class."

 "Let me see here." The teacher scrolled through his computer, checking off a list of the roster of the class. (F/n) gasped. The computer was white, gleaming gently. It looked brand new. This school must be really high class. "Ah, yes, (f/n) (l/n). I think I got an email something about you. Umm, here's a syllabus for this class. You can find the textbooks at the library. Ask Betty for them. Do you mind an introduction?"

 "Well, I don't want to keep you from teaching," (f/n) said. The teacher nodded. "Right, well, ok. I'll make it quick. Class, this is (f/n). She's a new student here. I want you all to make her feel welcomed here. Treat her like a new member of the family." Oh great, she was the baby now? Well, she certainly probably wasn't going to get spoon fed but at least they also might leave her alone (babies cried a lot anyway).

 "Do you mind sitting in the back?" the teacher asked. "I don't know if I'm going to assign you a seat or not. I'll figure it out soon. Umm, right next to Mr. Kenway. He's the one with the gray hoodie. I'm Mr. Mualim by the way (A/N: I'll be dropping little easter eggs too....that's what it is right?)

 "Please to meet your," (f/n) said. She then went over to the boy in the gray hoodie. She froze. Where the boy sat were other boys, a group of them. If she sat down, she was sure to be doomed. Heads would turn to see how she looked, checking her out up and down. She sighed. There was no way out of this anyway. There were no seats available except the one behind the gray hoodie boy.

She walked over to her seat and sat down. The boy with the gray hoodie turned over to her. He looked Indian, with black, lustrous hair swept back into a ponytail. He had soft chocolate eyes. His skin was a dark brown tone. He smiled as (f/n) took her seat.

"Hi. I'm Connor. Connor Kenway. Please to meet you." He stuck out his hand. His voice was melodic and friendly. (F/n) smiled. At least he wouldn't give her trouble....yet.

"I'm (f/n)," (f/n) greeted, shaking Connor's hand. "Are you Indian by chance? Well, I mean Native American?"

"Yes," Connor said. "I'm part Mohawk. My real name is Ratonhnhake:ton." (F/n) frowned. How in the world can someone pronounce that name? "But everyone calls me Connor for short," Connor said.

"Nice," (f/n) said. "Making a new friend? Or are you trying to reel her in?" (F/n) turned to see a boy with a black jacket, his hood covering his head. He also wore jeans with black boots. He had brown eyes with dirty blonde hair. He looked like some sort of punk with a mix of probably liking the pirates style back then.

"Oh, shut up, Edward," Connor hissed. "I'm surprised you didn't even try to make friends with her. You always said you wanted to get the new girl."

"That's because she's right next to you, dumbass," Edward growled. "How am I suppose to get her when you're happy mug is in the way."

"Would both of you relax?" (F/n) turned behind to see a boy with black, soft hair. He looked like Connor in a way except his hair was short and cut, his eyes were lighter, his voice a bit younger, his skin tone a bit brighter and he wore a gray button down with dark jeans and black tennis shoes.

He grinned when (f/n) stared at him. He took her hand. "Ciao, bella! I'm Ezio Auditore! Forgive me of my erm...cousins. They don't know the beauty of being a gentleman and taking time to introduce himself to a lovely woman like yourself."

"Pff ha! You can yourself a gentleman? What about those times when you hopped from woman to woman? You just gave Cynthia your phone number last week!" A new voice had entered the fray.

"I was simply being nice! The bitch Veronica was being mean to her!" Ezio defended. (F/n) looked at who was next to Ezio. It was another boy, a bit older than the rest though, he could of been mistaken to be a little old for high school but still young. He had brown hair with golden eyes. His skin tone was way more brighter. He wore a black shirt with gray pants and neat black Converse. (F/n) couldn't but wonder if she probably just drooled right now (or maybe it was for Connor, Ezio or possibly Edward, even if she hadn't seen his face?)

"Sure, you did," the boy said, his voice a bit deep as well. "Try not to add to many girls to your player collection. I'm sure you phone book is packed now."

"Haha, Altair, very funny," Ezio squeaked. "You're never going to get a girlfriend being grumpy all like that, you know?" "I don't need a woman in my life now," Altair growled. "I've got myself to worry about."

"Arrogant as always," Ezio sighed. (F/n) shifted to the front of her seat. Saying hi to Altair would be saying hi to a stranger. He'll just look at you weird. Better leave this one alone.

"Come on, guys, back to the lecture," Connor said. "I missed half of what he said because of you idiots." "It's not like it's important," Ezio said, putting his head down to sleep. "Then don't talk!"

(F/n) was going to get the textbook underneath the desk but then realized there was none. She turned to see Altair fixated on his own. Better not to ask. Ezio saw her dilemma and held out his book. "Go on, bella. I don't need it as much as you do."

"Thank you, Ezio," (f/n) said. As she turned to the front, she could of sworn she saw Edward giving a dark look to Ezio. Ezio turned to Edward and stuck his tongue. I win, he whispered.




  After reading a bit of Shakespeare, the class was given an assignment to complete before the bell. As (f/n) concentrated on her work, she didn't notice a note was on her desk. She tried to ignore it but couldn't fight the resist to open it.

 Hi, I'm Arno. Nice to meet you. I'm sorry about my cousins. They're a mess. Sometimes, I don't know whether to strangle them all or just dump them at some frat party.

 (F/n) giggled. She looked around for the note messenger. A boy smiled her way and waved. She caught the glimpse of a hand moving.

 The boy's skin tone was like Altair's, but maybe one tone brighter. He had dark brown hair, a ponytail shorter than Connor's and soft brown/blue eyes (A/n: I'm sorry if some of their eye colors are wrong). He wore a dark navy blue coat with tan pants. He looked like one of those happy cute guys that would cuddle a cute thing.

 (F/n) sighed. At least he was like Connor in a way. The two would be good friends. She wasn't so sure about the rest. She quickly wrote back with her pen: Hi, I'm (f/n). Your cousins are nice. Well, Connor at least. They seem pretty funny though.

 She turned to Ezio, passing him the note, hoping he would get the sign of just passing it. Ezio noticed the name on the note and opened it at once. He read in a clear voice what you wrote. "Oh, so Arno, you think you can just jump in, eh?" Ezio laughed.

 Arno grimaced. "Least I'm not a player." "Yeah, like the time when you caught Louise from falling down the ice rink. And Elise got pissed." "I was helping her! I'm not trying to make a move on her!"

 Connor turned to the boys. "Guys, can we keep it down here? I'm trying to do my work." "Tell Arno to stop passing notes to (f/n)," Ezio pleaded. "She doesn't need all the drama now."

 "Oh, for Pete's sakes, Ezio, is there ever a time when you're not thinking about women?!" Edward snapped. "Like you don't think about any either," Ezio said, rolling his eyes. Edward moved to Ezio and slapped him. "Guys, shut up!" Altair yelled. He turned to face the boys. "I'm trying to really get that D to an A after I bombed that last test and yet you're all acting like a bunch of kindergarteners!"

 Mr. Mualim looked up from his desk. "Is there a problem boys?" He hoped that they would act more gentleman when he placed (f/n) there. Those boys always gave him a hard time, especially Ezio. They didn't learn to simmer down or be quiet for once.
 
 "No, Mr. Mualim," Connor said. "Sorry, we'll be quiet now." Mr. Mualim nodded. The boys looked back down at their papers.

 (F/n) glanced back to her work. "Sorry," Connor whispered to her. "They're always like this. I don't know why we're always starting to try a fight with one another."

 (F/n) smiled. "It's ok."

 The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. "All right, turn your papers in. I don't care if it's half way done. You had the answers in front of you all along."

 The whole class rose from their seats except for Connor and (f/n) who were still putting their stuff into their backpacks. "Hey, (f/n), where's your next class?" Connor asked.

 "Umm, 213," (f/n) said. "Oh, I have 514, Trigonometry, sorry. Maybe I can walk you during lunch?"

 "Sure," (f/n) said. "Great! See you around!" Connor happily got up from his desk and went out the door.

 "Ms. (l/n), can I speak to you for a moment?" Mr. Mualim asked. (F/n) rose from her desk and went to Mr. Mualim. "Yes?" "I'm sorry for placing you next to those boys. I hoped that a new acquaintance would calm them down, but they're still rowdy as ever. I'll try to see if I can have another desk in here so you don't have to bother with them."

 (F/n) shook her head. "Oh no, Mr. Mualim, it's fine. I don't mind. I use to actually sit next to a bunch of girls who gossiped all day. I can take the heat."

 "Ok," Mr. Mualim said. "But if they ever bother you, don't hesitate to tell, all right?" "Sure," (f/n) nodded. She then walked out of the door into the sea of students moving all around.

 Well, that was an interesting first class experience, (f/n) thought.