I was late to o-chem, but that's because I forgot to set my alarm, and that was because Zeke slept on my floor. I think he slept; I mean maybe angels couldn't sleep, that would make sense, but he didn't move or make a sound. I woke up and he was just sitting on the floor, with his back on the bed.

Did angels get bored? I didn't know if I should accommodate him in some way, offer him some books or something. I didn't really know if we were friends. We were going to pretend that we were dating just around friends and family, but that didn't mean we were even friendly. I was hesitant to be nice because... well I didn't want to like him.

He was going to leave whenever they figured out how to make me forget. I would go back to living my shitty life, dreaming about David, and barely passing analytical chemistry.

"Did anyone actually do the reading? Show of hands- actually don't show me. I know you're all liars." My professor in this course was a great guy, mid forties. He had some grey, but he was quite fit for his age.

"By now all of you must be familiar with Sn2 mechanism..." I zoned out. I tried not to go on my phone during lecture, but I found his pace was a bit too slow for me. The class wasn't easy, but I felt like he didn't over the stuff I actually needed help with.

Zeke sat next to me. He was intently listening, from the looks of it. There was maybe 250 people so I didn't think it was a big deal if he came along. You know, like as a person.

He rested his elbow on the little swivel up desk and had his head in his palm.

"It's interesting to see the models and theories they come up with every century." He whispered. He looked over at me.

He was definitely a looker. I mean other than his hair not being super conditioned or styled, he was beautiful. I was pretty jealous of his clear skin and figure to be honest. I guess I couldn't possibly understand what being an angel was like, but being beautiful by design must be nice. I didn't have nice skin or chiseled abs, that was for sure. With him beside me under these unflattering lights, I realized how odd I must look next to him.

I pushed my glasses up my face. It was definitely a comforting thing. I usually wore contacts, but being that I woke up late, I had rushed out of the house. See, I was a coffee addict, and I was grouchy all morning. I sniped at Zeke every time he spoke. He gave up on communicating with me. I did end up getting a coffee from the café across the street, but it took time for caffeine to kick in.

"Hey, are you listening to me? Has the caffeine kicked in yet?" He cheekily poked my shoulder.

"I'm paying attention to the lecture."

"You and I both know you are definitely not." I glared at him.

"I'm still groggy!" I snapped at him. I was whispering, but I did a few looks from the people sitting in front of me. I had to smile at them, before looking back at Zeke.

"Now is not the time to chat."

"You're the one who wanted me to be around." Zeke seemed to be in a better mood. He was kind of stiff since Gabe said he'd have to stick with me, but now he was more optimistic. Maybe he didn't like being a ghost either.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Can we please have quiet time during lectures?" He was looking at the professor walk around the front of the room.

"You mean you don't want to know the cool things that haven't even been discovered yet?" He said it as a joke, but half way through he went serious.

"Not really. I don't need my world to be blown to bits again, thanks." I felt kind of awkward. This would be the time where I would him if he was okay, if I said something wrong, but he wasn't my friend. And it was kind of important that I don't get too attached. Even if I was dying to know what he was thinking about.

I stared at my paper, and started drawing doodles.

"Look Gwen! One of those girls gave me a free cookie." Walking around campus, there were lots of booths. Zeke excitedly held up his cookie, which he got from the Girls in Robotics Association booth. He looked like a child, eyes sparkling. He smiled back at the girls.

"Thank you so much, ladies!" It turns out Zeke was not a lady's man, or suave much, but his dumb-ass-ity gave him a charm. That and his pretty face left everyone enchanted. I don't know if he was pretending to be clueless, or if it really was his first time living in the real world.

Well, this real world.

"Yes, I see that. Very nice." I smiled back at the girls who were waving back.

"I didn't know humans could be so nice." He smiled into his cookie.

"Might not want to refer to them as humans while in public." I turned my attention to the stone walkway ahead. My back ached from my bookbag.

I shifted my weight from one leg to the other while we walked home. I gave in and changed shoulders. I don't know why but my upper neck was burning.

"Hey, I can carry your bag if it's being a bitch." Zeke grabbed my wrist. I looked at him in surprise.

"You don't have to."

"Gwen, I literally don't get muscle fatigue. Give me the bag." Zeke looked kind of funny with my brown book bag over his shoulder. He was all clean, white shirt, jeans, and ratty dark bookbag.

"Great. You can carry my bag every day if you like." I bit my lip.

There really was no way to know how long this would last. What if he disappeared tomorrow and everything went back to normal?

I wouldn't even know what hit me. All of these moments are empty. It felt awkward to keep Zeke at odds, but it also didn't make sense to make friends.

"So, any word on what's going on?"

"You mean, what's wrong with you?" There it is.

"Yeah, sure. What's wrong with me?" He smiled.

"No clue."