We Connected by Dreams

Waking up. And meeting him?

I start to open my eyes again, then rush to sit up and quietly sigh once realization hits me. I'm in my bed. "What kind of dream was that? Who was that guy? Why was he there? What did he want from me?" Are all the questions that are running through my head while I was getting ready for school. Eventually, I started my daily drive to hell, and this time it only took about 20 minutes to get there. I pulled into the school parking lot, throwing my seat belt off and began running into the building, hoping that I make it to class on time. I mean my parents only care if I start failing, they don't really be home anyway, since they are usually on business trips. But anyway.............
I made it to my class, just stepping in the door before the bell rang. Looking up I see the teacher holding a small smile, shaking her head at me, afterwards, signaling me to take a seat. Shrugging with a smile on my face, I take a seat in the back of the class and place my stuff on the table. I start to get that pins and needles feeling in my arm from laying on it for too long. I must have fallen asleep during the lesson. It's funny because I don't remember closing my eyes. Brushing off the nervousness, I turned my head slightly to look out the window. There are many things in nature that I love, you know? I find it pretty cool that we are the only planet that can hold human life. While I am thinking, I express a shiver, feeling a cold breeze even though nothing is open in here. Weirdly enough when I hear the door opening to the class, revealing the face of a boy, may I say, very cute boy walking in. He has hazel colored eyes, curly dirty blond hair, and a lip piercing on the right. He looked about my age. "Well hello, who might you me?" The teacher asks in a curious tone. "Hello Miss, I am Noah." He said with the most pretties smiles I have ever seen. "Okay then, I hope you have a good first day Noah, please take a seat." With that he nods and looks around a moment before spotting an empty seat by me. My hands sweat as Noah makes his way over to me. "Hi I'm Noah, what's your name?" Noah said beaming with excitement. "Harper." I said showing my shyness, bringing my head up from it's laying position, to look at him. I say this with a small wave, as to not seen rude to him. But I don't think it matters because he still looked happy. With us both turning back to the board, he whispers to me, "well let's hope that we can be friends Harper." I nod at him, still facing the teacher talking, occasionally glancing at Noah or the clock. Somehow, Noah was in EVERY class of mine, it just didn't add up right. Don't get me wrong, I love hanging with a cute boy like Noah anytime, but he just has a spooky aura to him. It surely took me long enough to realize who he looked like. Oh. My. Gosh...
Noah is similar to the boy from my dream!