Ezio's POV

The others and I walk to gym class and quickly change in the changeroom.

"Are we fighting today?" I ask.

"No, we're playing dodgeball. It's rare, so enjoy it," Desmond replies.

"Awesome," Edward says, pulling on a t-shirt.

We leave the changeroom and are immediately approached by a group of girls.

"Hey boys," says the girl in the front.

"Hello Amanda," Desmond sighs.

"Are any of you British?" asks another girl.

I gesture towards Edward and he gives me the death glare. The girl who asked walks up to him and begins flirting with him. Altaïr, Malik and Connor start killing themselves laughing and I look back at Amanda, who just got really close to me.

"So, you have a really nice accent," she says. "Where's it from?"

"Italy," I say simply.

"That's nice. Are you free Friday?" she asks.

"Uh, no. Sorry," I reply, taking a small steps backwards.

"Are you free any day of the week? I want to get to know you," she says, removing the space between us.

"Please, mia signora. I'm not dating."

"What language is that?"

"Spanish!" I say sarcastically. Amanda's eyes widen and she giggles.

"I didn't know you spoke Spanish too!"

I sigh at her stupidity and look to Desmond for help. He sees me and walks over.

"Amanda, bug off. Take your girls and leave us alone."

She gasps and frowns, turning on her heel.

"Come on, Sandra!" she says. The girl flirting with Edward giggles and skips back to Amanda, leaving us alone.

"Grazie, Desmond," I say. Desmond grins.

"Anytime."

"Wow! You guys got some real winners right there!" Connor laughs, wiping tears from his eyes. Malik and Altaïr are leaning over on each other, holding their guts and laughing hysterically.

"Come on, guys. Let's go," Desmond says. He brings us to where the teacher is standing and the teacher clears his throat.

"Alright, ladies and gents. Today we're playing some Mission Impossible dodgeball! You get hit, you're down! If the person that hit you goes down, you come up! I'll be tossing balls to you when the music starts!"

Music begins playing throughout the gym and foam balls are tossed everywhere.

"Guys! Team! Altaïr and Malik, Connor and Desmond, Ezio and I!" Edward says. We all grin and nod in agreement and I catch a ball from the air.

"Let's do this!" I say.

Edward and I run across the gym, both of us with a foam ball in hand.

"Edward, duck!" I say. He ducks and I catch a ball that someone threw at us.

"Thanks!" Edward says, throwing a ball at the kid. It hits him and he groans and sits down.

Amanda and Sandra walk up to us, their hands empty.

"Ezio! Edward! Please don't hit us! We want to team!" Sandra says, twirling her hair with her finger.

Edward and I look at each other before taking them both out.

"Sorry, we only team with awesome people," Edward says. We fist bump and continue getting people out.

It only takes a little while for everyone to get out except us.

"Alright guys. Does everyone have a ball?" Desmond asks. I look at the red sphere in my hand and nod. Everyone else nods and Desmond grins.

"In 3... 2... 1..."

We start hitting each other, and I throw at Malik, but he doesn't get hit due to a missing arm. I frown and grab another ball. I narrowly dodge a ball that Altaïr throws at me and manage to hit Connor. He sits and everyone that Connor took out get up.

I hit three of them and Desmond hits the remaining four with the help of Malik.

This goes on for a while. Every time we take someone out, another bunch of people stand up.

Eventually, it comes down to me against Altaïr. We stare at each other for a while and I throw a ball at him. He dodges and throws at me, which I dodge.

Finally, Altaïr hits me in the shoulder and I sit down. Everyone I took out stands, and Altaïr single-handedly takes them all out.

That just proves to never play dodgeball against an assassin.

A/N: I had to rewrite this chapter twice because Wattpad jinxed, so please give me some love for dodgeball-playing assassins!