The Elites (Assassins' Creed Highschool AU)

|3|. Rooftop Talks ✧

Every student was gathered in the hall. (Y/n) looked around oddly, taking a mental headcount. There were only twenty-five students. That was one class. 

They had just met the principal, Crawford Starrick who was standing on a podium and had just announced that they were allowed to have their first day to themselves in order to familiarise themselves with the building and the grounds. Perfectly timed, he asked if anyone had any questions. A few hands went up, along with (Y/n)'s. 

"So, do we get to go out on the weekends at all?" Asked a boy who looked strikingly similar to Evie. (Y/n) concluded that this must be her twin, Jacob. 

"If you're willing to make the walk." The principal replied. (Y/n)'s brows shot up, recalling how long the drive had been through the woods; she couldn't imagine walking that distance. She was called on next. 

"Is this everyone? I mean, it's only one class unless we're being split into two smaller classes." She pointed out her observation. 

"Each student here is handpicked for success." The reactions to this were a mix of straightening backs with pride and scoffing with doubt, "We want you all to achieve your very best and thought a singular class would better achieve that." He explained. (Y/n) nodded her head of (h/c) tresses but something about it felt odd. Just one class? Then again, it could be down to the school being new and having to prove its worth before it could accept more students. "Kassandra." He called on the Greek who had her hand up. 

"So what aren't we allowed to do?" She questioned, not wanting to get into an argument with staff over something she didn't know. 

"Break curfew, start fights, truant, steal, fail to hand in assigned tasks on time, disobey staff, have mobile phones." She smiled sweetly once he was done speaking. 

"Ok." Was her simple answer. (Y/n) squinted her eyes at her slightly. She seemed far too happy with that answer. Why was she smiling so much? Why did her eyes light up? 

With no more questions left, they were dismissed. (Y/n) made her way over to Kassandra, curious. The Greek grabbed her hand and went running down the hall. A few other students watched this, curious before looking to their peers and shrugging, running after them. 

When Kassandra finally stopped, they were standing at the top of a staircase by a set of old rusty doors. (Y/n) turned around to see that they had company. Claudia, Aveline and two other boys who (Y/n) didn't know were all behind Kassandra and herself. 

There was a loud creak and snap. Kassandra had kicked the door open, breaking the worn-down lock inside while keeping the doors intact. There was glass on the outside of the metal framing but it was so overgrown with moss that it was difficult to see what was outside. Was this some sort of balcony? 

As soon as the doors were opened, it was revealed to be the roof. They all walked out onto it, chattering among themselves while (Y/n) made her way to the edge of the far wall. She could see the lake that gave Vermere Lake Grammar School its name. It was off in the distance, past the extravagant gardens and field with a few layers of trees blocking it from the view if you were on the ground. It appeared to be a clearing in the middle of the sea of green trees and it had a stream trickling into it.

(Y/n) took the opportunity to look around the area from the higher viewpoint which she stood on. Trees and trees and trees covered the hills around the school. The colour was quickly becoming sickening to look at everywhere she turned.

Her (e/c) orbs flickered to the gardens and the sports field. She prayed that she wouldn't have to participate in any form of physical education. She had always been far more academic than athletic and saw it as a waste of her time - she could be studying something far more useful in her opinion. The gardens were wonderful and defined by tidy white-gravel paths. The hedges and trees were trimmed to perfection and the colourful pop of the flowerbeds were a nice change from the constant, droning green. There were statues scattered in a grid among the gardens and a large fountain stood proudly in the epicentre of it all. The water was running, putting on a repetitive show, sunlight reflecting off the water and making it sparkle, while statues of cherub angels and mermaids were in the centre. It was a very flamboyant school, indeed.