Ivypool's P.O.V.

I shut my locker, cringing at the slamming noise that barely covered the sound of fighting and drama going on around me. Here at Night School, it all goes down. All the bad kids stay here, and I just happened to get sucked in. To name a few of the kids, there is me, of course, Breezepelt, Blossomfall, Mousewhisker, and Applefur. Birchfall, my father, is one of the night school assistant teachers. Which is just a fancy way of saying he sucks at his job and needs extra teacher training.

I spotted Blossomfall and waved, feeling a tingly sensation ripple through me when she waved back, patting the spot beside her for me to sit down. She was on the bleachers, preparing to listen to the Night School speech. I sat down beside her, shivering as Breezepelt came inside, letting the cold air in.

I jerked my attention to the stage as Tigerstar, the person in charge of the Night School, began to speak in his loud, booming voice. "Students, as you all know, this is the first night of classes after Fall Break, and I am sure you all will be on your best behavior and obey each and every teacher, as always." Fall Break was a week long break where students relaxed and let the cool month begin. Tigerstar hated any break, because it meant his classes were cancelled.

As students began to depart, I waved goodbye to Blossomfall and started towards my first class, knives. I knew most knife tricks. The basic twirl, how to hide a knife, how to hold one when in the heat of battle, stuff like that. I wasn't the most eager student, unlike Breezepelt, who drank in every lesson as if it were water on a hot summer day. I sat down in my chair, pushing my binder into my desk. I put my head in my hands and groaned. I was so tired. Night School sucked.

I looked up when a hand slammed down on my desk, long nails creating a slight scratching noise that wanted to make me cut my ears off. "Ahem?" The voice coughed, as if waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Mr. Tuft?" I ask, looking up. He does not look happy. But, then again, no one here does. Teachers who have to stay after school are always mad. As I always say, "Not enough coffee."

"Ivypool, I was informed that you failed to turn in your math homework today. Is this true?"

"Yeah." I muttered. "But I told Mrs. Storm that I'd left it at home and that-"

"I don't care what you told Sand. I'm telling you what she told me. And instead of moping in my very important history class, maybe you should sit in the hall?" Mr. Tuft crossed his arms and tapped his foot. What? This wasn't fair! I was being treated like a kid for doing something everyone does, and it was a mistake! Some kids do it on purpose! I wasn't taking this.

"What? I'm not some kid!" I retorted, pushing out of my chair to get a better, less confined view of the teacher.

"Maybe you should think about that before you do such a childish thing." Mr. Tuft said, screwing up his eyes. "Now, hall please."

I growled, but got up and slammed my chair in, ignoring the burst of laughter from all the students. As I left the classroom, I noticed Breezepelt slipping the teacher something, nodding and glancing at me. What was that fox up to? I clenched my fist and slammed the door shut. Mr. Tuft told me to stand in the hall, but I don't feel like it. I stomp to the door leading outside and push it open, feeling the cool night air whoosh upon me like water. I pull the collar on my jacket and walk to the the short wall beside the exit and jump up on it.

I heave a massive sigh. I shouldn't be at Night School. Dovewing, my sister, is at home now, probably in her pajamas, laying in bed, texting her dumb boyfriend. At least she has one.

I stiffen as I hear footsteps and a muffled laugh from beside me and look up to see Hawkfrost, my tutor startlingly close. I blush and immediately scoot away,my shoulders so high they touch my face. "Hi, Mr. Frost." I spit, forcing the words out.

"Please, Ivy, We've talked about this. It's Hawkfrost... Or Hawk, if you prefer..." He paused, smirked and inched closer, placing his arm around my back and his hand on the stone beside me. I squirmed, feeling uncomfortable. It didn't help that Hawkfrost wasn't much older than me. He lowered his head and whispered in my ear, "Getting more personal…" He was so close his breath stirred the strand of hair that draped from my head to beside my ear.

All of a sudden he grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind the wall, not saying a word. He pulled me close and leaned in fast, not warning me. His warm lips met my icy ones, and I felt a tingle shoot through me. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. I finally broke off and slapped him in the face, shock pulsing through me. "Oh, come on baby. Tell me you didn't enjoy that, just a little." He smiled, leaning in for more. I pushed him off and wiped my mouth. "You stay away from me, freak! I'll tell someone, ok?"

"You won't tell nobody, and I'll make sure of it. Understood?" He reached in his pocket and revealed a knife. I gulped. I knew knives, but not like Hawkfrost.

Why is life so dramatic?!

Hey people! Yeah… so… weird chapter, I know. Let's just pretend that in this world, Hawkfrost is like 3 years older than Ivypool, ok?