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entrance. I could see Jackie waiting for me as I made my way towards our normal meeting spot.
    “Morning,” I greeted her with a smile.
    “Morning to you too,” she echoed, “late night?”
    I frowned. “Can you tell?”
    She looked at me with a tight smile. “You look pretty tired.”
    I was tired, and the worst part of it was I hadn’t even started the school day yet. How I was going to survive the day, I had no idea.
    “I was up until two trying to wrap my head around this stupid math question. Have I mentioned before how much I hate math?”
    Jackie laughed. “Once or twice.”
    “I just don’t get it. It doesn’t make sense to me.”
    “Did you want me to help? We can run through the equations you’re struggling with at lunch time.”
    “That would be awesome, Jackie. I need all the help I can get. You’re a lifesaver.”
    “Happy to help!”
    The roar of a Harley Davidson made Jackie and I snap our heads towards the student car park.
    “What the...”
    I was slightly taken aback at the vision of a guy wearing a black leather jacket and dark denim jeans driving his glossy-black, and very loud, Harley into one of the car parks.
    It felt like I was on some kind of movie set or photo-shoot; the guy fit the bad boy look so well, right down to the aviator sunglasses he was wearing.
    The sound had caught just about everyone’s attention, and we all watched on in silence for the mysterious man’s next move.
    He slipped of the bike effortlessly and pulled his helmet off, revealing his messy brown hair. He held the helmet in his hand as he made his way towards the front entrance, his posture drawing confidence with every step. I clung tightly to my textbooks against my chest as he passed me, pausing momentarily to remove his sunglasses. His eyes met mine and my breath caught in my throat at the sight.
    It was he, the angel from my dreams. He was real.
    My head began to spin as I tried to piece everything together. How could he be real? How could any of this be real? I had seen him, and I had touched him. He may not have had the wings as he had in my dreams, but every other part of him was exactly the same.
    He looked right at me and I know it was crazy, but he looked at me as if we had met before, as if he recognised me the way I recognised him.
    He broke his eye contact with me as he continued to walk past me into the administration building, he stopped short before the door, turned his head slightly, but going against whatever he was thinking of doing, and instead he walked inside, the door closing softly behind him.
    “That looks a lot like the guy from your drawing…” Jackie said, her sentence trailing in thought.
    That’s because it is, I said to myself, barely believing the words.
    “Are you okay?” Jackie asked concerned when she turned and looked at me. “You’ve gone really pale, Lila.”
    I shook my head in shock. My stomach turned. “I think I’m going to be sick,” I gulped, my body starting to sway.
    “Oh, my God, Lila! I think you need to go to sick bay,” Jackie advised as she helped me steady myself.
    I nodded, unable to put any more words together.
    I felt vulnerable, and uneasy. Feelings I didn’t want to feel. I thought I’d figured everything out, they were dreams, and he didn’t exist, but now, only moments ago, he walked straight past me. I had seen him for real this time, hell, the whole school had seen him.
    So, he was real after all. What the hell did all this mean then?
    Jackie insisted I go to sick bay, and I didn’t object. She offered to stay with me, but I knew how much she needed to go to class, so I sent her on her way.
    The school called my parents and let them know I wasn’t feeling very well and it would be better if I took the rest of the day off. It was nice to know they would happily answer the school’s phone calls, but not mine.
    The school nurse wanted me to go to the doctors and get checked out, but I convinced her it was just the stress of finals