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fooled by his name, and he definitely didn’t come from heaven. Everything about him screamed sin, but something about him had gripped me and I wanted to know what it was.
    “Oh, yeah you will.” Angel replied from the back of the class with a sexy smirk. Shit!

I didn’t need a mirror to tell me my whole body was multiple shades of red. Angel Walker was just something else, he screamed bad boy. Even his name was sexy and wicked, Angel Walker.
    Pulling my head from the gutter I checked my phone, 1 new text.
    Low: The spot X
    The spot was a picnic bench near the football field. Low says she picked it because it had somewhere to sit, but I knew she picked it because she had a perfect view of all the hot and sweaty guys taking their t-shirts off before they hit the showers. I replied to let her know I was on my way, my mind quickly drifting back to Angel. The way a single dimple adorned his sculptured face when he smiled, his husky laugh and his intense eyes. I was hooked.
    “Hey darlin’.” I jumped as Logan whispered into my ear, placing his arm around my shoulders giving me an unexpected shudder, what the hell was that?!
    “Shit! You scared the crap out of me, Logan.” I pulled his arm from my body as I carried on walking towards the picnic bench, putting some distance between us. Okay, I know he is all kinds of hot but the guy has a man whore reputation. He is a walking STD. I turned to tell him I would meet him at the spot but all I saw was his backside strutting away with another girl clinging to his hip. See? Walking STD!
    The meeting spot finally came into view as I passed the football field, the picnic bench was ours, just Low’s and mine. Unlike Tate and Logan’s meeting spot, there were no ‘groupies’. Taking my usual seat on the built-in table, I perched my feet on the seat. Tate had already taken a seat next to me, but today he had his t-shirt off as he soaked in the last of the summer heat. His eyes were closed with both hands stretched to his sides as he leaned back slightly. I decided to take that opportunity to poke him in the ribcage with my finger, pulling a girl-like squeal out of his lips. I couldn’t help but laugh as he gave me the dirtiest look for making him sound like a girl.
    “Put your shirt back on, dude. I don’t want to see that!” I said, still laughing.
    But my laughter was quickly stopped as I took in the sight of Logan making his way over to us, shirtless. Logan’s chest was glistening with sweat, causing his highly toned abs to stand out brilliantly. He had a body that could make even the straightest of men swoon. I had seen Logan shirtless too many times to count, but today? He looked edible. Even I’m not immune to his devilishly good looks!
    What the hell was wrong with me lately? I mean, it’s Logan. He is my brother’s best friend and my secret protector. Ever since that night we found out about my father, I had nightmares; gut wrenching, take-your-breath-away nightmares, nightmares that would feel so real, as if I was physically there. Sometimes I would feel this sense of dread, suffocating in a subconscious hell. There are times I have woken up screaming, finding my face tear-stained from the haunting shrieks that I hear every time I went back to that place.
    A year after my father died, my nightmares became more intense, crippling me with fear while I slept. The demons becoming more real, my surroundings clearer, my fears magnified. I was always on the bridge, the bridge where dreams and promises were shattered, causing unimaginable heartbreak. One night, Logan was sleeping over. That night would change our relationship forever. I was back on that damn bridge again, the smell of car fumes filling my nostrils as I inhaled, panicking as the sudden feeling of being trapped once again consumed me. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my throat burning against the brutal force as I tried to escape. But something grabbed me out from the blanket of darkness, pulling me to