Oftentimes, you didn't stay in your dorm, even though it was against the rules to go out at night. You liked to wander the grounds of the Academy— to find new places to hide or relax in —like the hidden nook you found nestled in one of the large oak trees.

You were thankful you didn't run into any Night Class students. They were infamous for their stark-raving beauty, but you always felt that there was something more to them— something unnatural, uncanny, and uncomfortable —but you kept those thoughts to yourself. The girls in the Day Class wouldn’t hesitate to break your bones if you shit-talked their beautiful Night Class.

It’s on one of those restless nights when you sneak out, dropping from the second-story window with relative ease, seeing as you’d done it a million times before. You make your way to one of the hidden nooks you’d found; a relatively secluded spot in the garden.

You’re not even there for a few minutes before you’re startled by him; the Night Class President.

“It’s late.” Your skin bristles at the sound of his voice and you swallow thickly as you turn to face him. “You should be in your dorm.” He muses, looking at you with a bored expression. You don’t take it to heart— he never smiled, laughed, or anything; always looking like a perfect, beautiful statue. That was the least of your worries though, since you didn't want him to tell anyone about what you were doing out here.