I'll do what I can for 'A Werehog's Mate 2', but as those who watch me on DA already know, this story is mainly an attempt to get back to faster updates.

Freshman: Chapter 4

Shadow's POV

"So if it isn't because I'm a space terrorist, why do I need to stay out of this Scourge's and Fiona's way?" I asked as I had never really gotten an answer on my question.

"How do I put this... Fiona and her boyfriend don't exactly like me and they have tried to make life at school difficult for Tails, Amy and me. That's why we're telling you to stay out of their way. This is your first time going to school and we don't want it to be spoiled by them and their little gang." Sonic answered.

The two of us were calmly strolling through the corridors after Sonic had agreed to take me to class. I was already late for art class and I'm pretty sure Sonic is late for his own class aswell, but even so we weren't exactly in a hurry.

"If it's any comfort, I can take care of myself just fine. No need to worry." I reassured him.

"I know, I know. You're the Ultimate Lifeform and all of that. But still, if they are bothering you... No, if anything is bothering you, anything at all, than come straight to me." Even though, I had rejected his attempt at comfort just a little while earlier, he still made sure I knew I could always come to him for anything.

Sonic's a nice guy. He really is.

"And this should be it." Sonic said as we stopped in front of a door. It was practically on the other side of the building compared to where my classroom was situated. Why did these two classrooms have to be so far apart? The unneeded extra distance would only serve to make this labyrinth of a school even more confusing for me.

"Thank you for bringing me." I gratefully told him. I don't think I would've been able to find this room so easily without his help.

"No problem! You should probably get inside, it's already late." Sonic said.

"In that case you should probably go to your own class before you get in trouble." I replied. It was nice that he wanted to help me, but it wouldn't do him much good if it got him in trouble.

"The teacher knows I'm fast, I'm sure he'll think something's the matter if I fail to show up in time. See ya later!" Sonic told me his goodbye before dissapearing in the blink of an eye.

Once he had vanished from sight, I knocked on the door and entered the classroom after hearing a muffled 'come in' come from the other side. As I walked inside, I could tell that someone wasn't happy to see me.

"You're late." My apparent art teacher said as he watched me walk in with a frown and arms crossed in front of his chest. This guy was my first mobian teacher of the day! He was a dark grey cat who appeared to be in his late twinties or earlier thirties.

"Sorry, I had trouble finding the classroom." I muttered a quick apology only barely audible for the teacher as I passed him. I felt him grab my wrist, making me halt in my tracks and face him.

"I'm letting you off the hook for now, but don't think I will tolerate it next time you decide to come in late. Just because this is art class doesn't make it any less important than Math or chemistry." The teacher said before letting me go and continuing his class.

I shot him a glare at his back, as I really didn't appreciate the way he had just grabbed my wrist like that, before I took a seat somewhere in the back of the classroom, passing a few curious glances. The seat I had taken wasn't anywhere near Amy as she was sitting somewhere near the front, but it was only for one class so I didn't mind all that much.

I made myself comfortable on my new seat and tried my best to follow class, although I did miss quite alot from the beginning.

Apparently the class today was about different pencil strokes and ways of sketching. From softer strokes to harder and from soft sketching to more rougher sketches. I took my pencil and notebook and tried my best to copy from the black board, and it went fine at first, but then when went to the actual sketching of images and it quickly became clear to me that art wasn't exactly my area.

It was surprisingly hard and I could get nothing right! If this is what Amy feels like about Mathematics, than I understand why she hates the subject so much.

I was glad when that class had finally passed and break had arrived. I'd rather be with Sonic and Tails than spend another minute in that classroom.

"Wow, artclass was that bad, huh? You look like you're about to crash the Ark again." Sonic said upon me and Amy's arrival at their usual bench.

"Haha, very funny." I moped as I let my shoulderbag drop down on the ground before dropping myself on my chosen seat.

Sonic and Tails looked at Amy in confusion, wondering what was up with me.

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about. Shadow just found something he's not exactly all that 'ultimate' in." The hedgehog they were watching in question answered.

"No kidding." Sonic replied sarcasticly as he looked over to me. I returned the favour by glaring at him.

"Just kidding." He muttered after I had begun to glare at him.

"Well, you can't be good at everything, right? That's impossible." Tails decided to speak up, noticing how tense I was about not being able to do something as simple as drawing. Well, it seemed like simple feat up until the moment I tried it out myself.

"I guess." I responded as I leant back against the back of the bench, my arms crossing in front of my chest aswell as my legs.

"Yeah, can't be perfect at everything. But hey! Atleast you're perfect at skating." Sonic stated, looking at me again with a light smirk.

"You really want me to punch you, don't you?" I stated more than I actually asked as I answered his smirk with a look of disinterest. It was still my first day at school, I wasn't going to make a fool of myself by getting into a fight already.

Amy and Tails both sighed simultaneously.

"Please, don't fight, you two." Amy had said while she sighed.

"There are only two more hours left. Don't you think you can atleast wait until school is over? I'm sure the teachers won't care if you fight off school property." Tails tried to reason with us.

"Don't worry, we're not fighting! Not physically, that is." Sonic said as he leant back on the bench and looked over at me.

As silence fell, Amy decided to put a quick stop to it by pulling her piece of artwork from her backpack and showed it to the three of us. She was very proud of it and I couldn't blame her. It looked great!

Which did make me feel a little envious of her.

The bell rang again. It was time for our last class of the day. I heard Sonic mutter something abot just how much he dislikes Math, so I'm guessing that was his and Tails' next class. Amy and I, on the other hand, had a nice class in History. It was a subject that I was particularly fond of, but my pink classmate had to quite literally be dragged down to our classroom, which I was glad to do after all the times I had been dragged around today.

Once we arrived in our destination, we both sought our seats and waited for our History teacher to come. Or in Amy case, endlessly talked to the nearest person. Me included.

When the teacher did enter the classroom, Amy sighed a little in dissapointment. I guess this wasn't one of her best subject either.

I have to admit, I did have alot of expectations with this particular subject. And guess what, it was a let down. I thought that the media's view of these classes were wrong, but they couldn't be any more closer to the truth. Not in this case, that is.

The teacher, an elderly man, just continued to talk and talk about the subject of the today. Which was the history of cars. A topic I wasn't exactly interested in myself. He just spoke endlessly about it in the same monotone voice that seemed to take forever to finished one sentence. It was... boring. And that came from someone who generally liked history!

Fellow students didn't seem to take well to his method of teaching. The long endless, monotone talking made them drowsy. And by the end of the first hour, I was trying my best not to yawn myself, failing miserably no matter how hard I tried.

I looked at the hedgehog sitting on my left to see how she was doing. Amy was leaning on her desk with her elbows, her head resting on her hands. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes open, like she could fall asleep any moment now.

She wasn't the only one, though. As I took a look around, I noticed that many of our classmates were on the verge of falling asleep. Some were even already gone! And the teacher didn't notice a thing! He just continued to ramble on and on about it.

The powerpoint he used, which had the most bland layout, text and pictures in the history of powerpoints, for some reason recquired killing the lights and bathing the classroom in total darkness except for the light coming from the projector. The darkness without a doubt contributing to the students dozing off.

I turned my gaze back to my notebook in front of me and noticed that I haven't noted anything down for quite a while. I was holding my pen in my left hand, ready for use, but I haven't written anything for the past ten minutes.

The sound of movement caught my ear, making it twitch and I turned my head to look at the source. Amy had given up her battle against sleep and let it conquer her. Her arms were crossed on the desk and her head rested upon them. Through the darkness I could see that her eyes were closed.

A sigh left my lips as I turned to look back at the man standing in front of class. I knew I had to stay awake, no matter how hard it was, but I was slowly losing the battle aswell. My eyelids were getting heavy and it became tempting to close them.

My conciousness was about to slip away.

Until the loud ringing of the bell shook us all awake.

Many of our classmates groaned as they stretched, yawned or woke up. Amy's head shot up from her desk with a yelp as she was shocked awake. My mind was cleared from the drowsiness now, but I still didn't exactly feel like standing up from my chair, the furniture suddenly feeling so comfortable compared to when I first walked into this class. But I knew that I had to go home.

"I'm so glad that the day is finally over!" Amy shouted gleefully as she stretched her arms and back before putting her stuff away in her backpack. She was about to zip the bag up when I brought our homework to her attention, making her pull all her stuff back out and write that down before she could finally pack up and leave the classroom along with me.

"I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow, Shadow!" Amy shouted her goodbyes to me as she ran out of the school gates and out of sight.

As I left the black, metal gates myself, I couldn't help but feel a little happy with myself.

I had just finished my very first day at high school.