A/N: The OC Hawkflight was submitted to me by a guest, so I don't really have anyone to dedicate a chapter to. Sorry! Oh, and for anyone who doesn't know, I write for OCs in the order they were submitted. It may be a while until your OC comes in to the story. Hey, and don't just review for submitting OCs! I want to hear your opinion so I can become a better writer! A bit shorter, this time, too.

I love math class! I love it so much! Not that I like math, of course! Lionblaze is in math with me! My boyfriend! He'll never break my heart, never ever!

I prance into my most favorite class! And I see that Lionblaze CAN break my heart!

"LIONBLAZE!" I wail. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I leap up to him, accusations flying. Hawkflight is kissing him!

"Her idea, not mine! She just, um, walked up to me?"

He's cheating on me! My life is O-V-E-R. "Don't you play dumb! Hawkflight, what's your deal? You're supposed to be my friend!" I snarl.

"Well, we are roommates..."

"WHATEVER. I have a text for you."

I don't believe this text needs explaining.

A ding sounds throughout the classroom.

"Oh, no you did NOT." Hawkflight hisses.

"Oh, uh huh. Yes. I. DID." I hiss back.

"I sense a good fight coming on!" Tigerclaw smiles, finally in a good mood after that "F" that he got on that English assignment. Something about school? Eh. I don't really care. He's just one of those "Bad Boy" kitties with no real power. Plus I have a boyfriend. Who's cheating on me, great StarClan! The fox-heart!

"You got that right, Tiger!" Hawkflight purrs, coyly. She unsheathes her claws. That Dark Forest deserving devil! "Shall we fight like real warriors? Or with words? Anything BUT a sissy fight; those are for wimps."

"Yeah. Wounds will be hard to explain to the headmistress and nurse, so words. Unless, say, you have a better idea? I highly doubt it." I sneer.

"Oh, please! I'm the smartest 10th grader in this school! My M.A.P. test scores prove it! And, since you're number 97, M.A.P. means Measures of Academic Progress."

She's insulting how smart I am! How dare she! She's usually a nice cat, but I'm not sure I'll ever forgive her for this one.

And, of course, the teacher walks in. "Class, we will be working with the square root of negative 1. Does any cat know the answer to that problem?"

"Why, yes, Bluestar, I've heard of the concept." Hawkflight being perfect. Normal. "The answer is I, meaning imaginary number."

"Very good, Hawkflight! That concept is complicated, but, if worked at, can become very useful. Now, if you see what I'm writing..." Bluestar explains I, but I'm barely listening. I had set my phone to vibrate, and a good decision, too. I felt the shudder indicating that I had received a new text.

Hawkflight888: As I was saying, Lionblaze is mine now, Cinderheart. Wasn't he all along?

Wow. SUCH an original ID. She even used numbers. FACINATING. She doesn't have an ounce of creativity in her body, does she?

BlazingCinders: Very original, are we? Numbers, even! Wow -.-. And no, if he was your all along, he would have dated you first, right? RIGHT?

Hawkflight88: Ha ha. Hilarious. And no, WRONG. He was toying with me. Making me jealous.

BlazingCinders: And I should believe that WHY?

Hawkflight88: Becuase I'm a genius, that's why.

BlazingCinders: So genius, you don't even check your spelling? BTW, it's BECAUSE, not BECUASE. Duh.

I could see the look of shock on Hawkflight's face from across the room. Not so smart now, eh? She finally knows what it's like to make a mistake! Now, I better type up a text to Lionblaze, and ask him what he was doing.

RoaringLion: It was a dare. Hollyleaf dared me to let Hawkflight kiss me, or she would tell the entire Academy that I was plotting to kill you. It was a prank, of course, but I didn't want to take chances.

Aw! I forgive him! But Hollyleaf will get a bit of revenge... I better start planning!

BlazingCinders: You're forgiven. But I think that Hollyleaf deserves a little revenge, don't you?

RoaringLion: Getting revenge on my SISTER!? Oh, STARCLAN, YES!

I wink at him, just as Bluestar catches Hawkflight texting me back. "No texting in class, Hawkflight! I have to confiscate your phone."

Forgive and forget, but revenge is sweet!