Okay so this chapter is going to have two povs. I may do more of these in the future, but tell me what you guys think! Hope you enjoy!

Erin

I stare at the gate, its ominousness making me uneasy. "Don't worry, Erin. I'm sure you'll do fine." My mom comes up beside me. "Besides," She smiles approvingly at my clothes. "You look so handsome." I laugh, adjusting my bag strap. "Not that that matters." Mom gasps in fake shock. "Erin Cole! You've wounded me!" I snort. "Fashion is everything in school. First impressions and all." She straightens my shirt collar and quickly wraps me in a hug. "You call me the moment something happens. I mean it." I shake my head. "Of course." Mom steps back and kisses me on my Mark. "See you in a few months, sweetheart."

I stare at the ceiling of my Lit 101 class, watching a light flicker slightly. The teacher was droning on as the clock just above the door ticked. A blonde girl to my left was tossing a pencil up into the air while a black haired guy covered his head with a book. The blonde snickers and flicks the pencil at him. It bounces innocently off the book and practically rock-skips towards the front of the room. When it taps the teachers' shoe, the blonde ducks her head.

The teacher bends to pick it up and clears his throat. I continue to stare at the ceiling. Out of my peripheral vision, I notice the teacher staring at me. Oh hell no. I had been at the House of Night for at least a week and was pretty much invisible to anyone the entire time, as new students usually are.

There is no way I am taking the blame for something as childish as that. I stretch, pick up my mechanical pencil and pretend to write. The teacher makes a small noise, scans the class once more, then returns to teaching.

I shake my head slightly, causing my gaze to lock with the blondes'. My eyebrow raises in amusement as she gives me a slow once-over. I jot down a note, ball it up and chuck it at her.

She catches it like a pro and smooths it out. She gives a silent giggle, writes something and tosses back to me. I open it.

See something you like?

Such a cheesy line….Is that a problem?

I chuckle quietly and write my reply just as the bell rings. As the class empties, I slip the note onto her desk with a wink and exit into the hallway.

Artemis

As the new guy leaves, I unball the note and smile at the response.

I'm a cheesy guy. And no, it's not. Maybe we can talk about how cheesy I am at lunch?

I gather my things and leave the class. Emma pops up beside me. "Did you hear? There's a new guy!" I shake my head at her. "He's been here a week. How did you just find out?" Emma pouts. "That's no fun. People are talking about him as if he was new." I laugh. "Has dating James thrown you out of the loop? I thought I taught you better than that, Em?" She makes a face at me as we walk. I spot Willow and wave her over. She strides over with a worried look on her face. "What's wrong willow? I ask. She shakes her head. "My mom and one of her friends are having a spat about something. Some guy that just came to the school." She sighs. Emma grins at her. "Let's get to our next class before the bell rings and we get in trouble." I wave them away, heading in the opposite direction. "I'll see you guys at lunch. I have some things I want to get off my mind." Willow and Emma nod and head walk away as I dash towards the Weapons class.

Prof. Stark is cleaning a dagger when I walk in the room. "Artemis? What's that face for?" I shrug with a smile. "Just have some things on my mind." I glance over at the rack of swords and spot one with a curved blade and a black handle.

"Ooooh, this is cool." I set my stuff down and pick up the short sword. As if on impulse, I flip it around my hand, catching it with almost practice-like ease.

"I've never seen a person, with no knowledge of weapons, do so many techniques with just a sword." Prof. Stark says with an impressed smile. I blink at him and then the sword. "Is that bad?"

Prof. Stark glances at me, then smiles with a shake of his head. "No. Just means you're special." A small smile forms on my lips as he turns and goes back to cleaning weapons. If you only knew. As "practice" with the short-sword a little more, someone enters the classroom in such a hurry, they knock over a rack of daggers. "Shit!" They mumble. I rush over to help as they stand the rack up straight and reach for a blade. My hand lands on his and I freeze.

Erin

The room spins and shifts the moment her hand touches mine. I gasp and snatch my hand back. The girl stares for a moment before blinking. "The hell was-" She stands before I can ask her what just happened. "Artemis? You okay? I heard something crash." Prof. Stark comes into view just as the girl, Artemis, grabs her things, sets the sword was holding down and rushes out of the room.

I stand, but a wave of dizziness has me sitting back down. "You okay, Erin?" Prof. Stark goes to kneel down beside me, but I nod and wave him away. "Just dizzy." The teacher's eyebrows crease with worry, but he doesn't press the matter. I stand again, slowly and edge out of the room. A woman with bright blonde hair, somewhat resembling Artemis, dashes by. "Erin Cole, where in the Goddesses name are you?" I shrink back into the room with a sigh. "Running from Aphrodite isn't a good thing." Prof. Stark smirks, fixing the shelf I'd accidentally knocked over.

I grimace. "Better than sitting through yet another lecture on why I should join the Dark Brothers."

I'll pass, thank you! I slide down the wall with another sigh.

This past week has been so weird.

I enroll on behalf of my mom, who went to school here, because of my "gift" as she called it. "What's wrong with joining the Dark Brothers?" Prof. Stark asks. I roll my eyes. "Nothing. Just don't see a point to them." Prof. Stark raises an eyebrow with a sly grin. "You'd be surprised." With that, the teacher turns and goes back to work. I blink in confusion at his retreating silhouette and stand. With a sigh, I head for my next class, braced to run if Aphrodite spots me.