I didn't know if I was dreaming or not dreaming. This boy- this boy was Will. Really like Will. Exactly like Will. He looked exactly like the Will in my drawings, my dreams, my thoughts. He even had the same exact eye color. Blue eyes just on the edge of night.

And he was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen.

He seemed to also have an expression of pure astonishment on his face, just like me, but it was wiped away after a few seconds and was replaced with a grin that probably had made at least ten teenage girls drool and then fall to the ground.

"Good to know my 'love at first sight' charms are working quite well." He said, grinning as he reached out to brush the curling dark hair out from his eyes.

I just kept staring, open mouthed as a million questions that would have made people think I was psycho ran through my head.

"Can she talk?" William turned to Mr. Starkweather. "Usually my-"

"Yes, yes!" I blurted out, heat starting to creep up from my neck and to my cheeks. "Sorry, my mind was… somewhere else!"

My voice had unusually went a few octaves higher, and it was very dreadfully squeaky, just like Jessamine. I willed myself to calm down, that this boy couldn't possibly be Will, and was just a similar person. Will was fake, was fake, and was fake.

William smiled. "Okay, then. So I've heard you're going to take me on a… tour? What is your name, anyway?"

"Tessa Gray." Thankfully my voice had returned to normal.

He raised both eyebrows and seemed stunned as I said my name aloud. "Tessa?"

"Yep. Unless you want to call me Theresa, which is my full name that I seriously hate, you can call me Tessa."

William nodded quickly. "Will. I prefer Will."

My eyes widened for a fraction of a second. "Will."

"Tessa."

"Will."

"Tess-"

"What about the two of you start on your tour? We don't have all day, and this would probably last for one period, perhaps two. This is your schedule, Mr. Herondale. I hope you have a nice experience with Ms. Gray." Mr. Starkweather interrupted and handed Will a piece of paper.

He followed me as I walked out of the door and into the hallway, which was currently silent except for the faint teachers' voices. "This is the second floor hallway, obviously." I said, trying not to look at Will. "We're gonna be heading to the… gym."

"Does it smell like you?"

I gritted my teeth. "If you're gonna start teasing me about my shirt or how I smell like, save it for later. I was playing rugby."

"I wasn't. Your shirt suits you quite well. You look adorable in it."

My cheeks flamed up. "I told you to save the teasing for later."

"Why don't we introduce ourselves to each other for a little, Miss Tessa Gray?"

"Haven't we already?" I said, turning into another hallway which I knew led to the gym.

"Well, let me start. I'm Will. I'm seventeen. I come from Wales. I love reading, although I might not seem like it. I have a-"

"What books do you like?"

"Classics. Don't laugh."

My face lit up with a huge smile but my heart skipped a beat. But I still whirled around to face Will. "Which classics?"

"Jeez, woman, you're starting to creep me out. I like Dickens."

"A Tale of Two Cities?! Have you read it? Have you? Have you?"

"Well, yeah, I have. I thought it was… okay. Anyway, let's save all this book stuff for later. Right now let's advance with our introductions."

I groaned. "There's nothing interesting about me, Will. I'm just another normal sixteen year old girl trying to survive high school with her best friend."

A side of his mouth turned up. "I would like to know about you. You should skip to the part where you give your opinions about me, because I'm interested to know-"

"Did anyone ever teach you how not to sound like a stalker?"

"Nope." He said cheerfully. "I know it when I sound like one myself, and so far you're just being paranoid."

I couldn't tell him that I had made up a boy that was just like him in my mind and had drawn him out, having a sketchbook titled Will with doodly hearts drawn all over it, and inside the sketchbook were pages and pages filled with drawings of him.

And here he was now, suddenly in my real life, being cocky and handsome and smartmouthed. And he loved classics.

I was surprised that I was actually able to speak to him.

That seriously should have been listed in 29 Mind-blowing Coincidences You Won't Believe Happened.

Or more like prodigies.

"Tessa?" Came Will's voice and his fabulous Welsh accent. Damn, I must have read my thoughts aloud. "What kind of coincidence? It could be, you know. I can practically see the headlines. American girl meets startlingly attractive Welshman in a hot pink kitten shirt and-"

"That's not a coincidence. Stop making fun of my freaking shirt!"

"Are cats your favorite animals?" He asked, looking genuinely curious.

"No, they're not. What are yours? Ducks?"

For some strange reason, I was wishing that he would say yes and no.

"Ducks?" He gave a yelp, and jumped back. "Ducks? Hell no! They scare the hell out of me! Jeez, never trust a duck."

I laughed nervously, and my mind was now 80% convinced that somehow this Will Herondale had walked out of my sketchbook and into the real world. And he happened to be offered a spot in my school.

"Anyway, this is the gym." And I swung open the large door, and beckoned Will in. "Wait here. I need to go get my clothes and change."

"Out of the cat shirt! But seriously, I like it!"

"Okay. Let's see what we can do later. Stay there and don't wander off." I told Will like he was a toddler, and walked away to the girls' changing rooms.

I yanked open my locker and pulled out my clothes, sighing in relief.

I pulled the top and the sweater on, and slipped into the denim shorts, draping the cat shirt and shorts over my arm and walking out of the changing room.

"Here you go!" I called out to Will and threw him the shirt. "You can have it as a… souvenir!"

Will seemed to look at it in disgust but then shrugged and threw it over one shoulder. "Okay. Thanks. It's a beautiful gift from a pretty girl."

My cheeks flared up. "No, I'm a crazy girl who nobody likes. Stay away from me."

"Lies."

I rolled my eyes. "Is there anything I can do to keep you from saying that repeatedly? When you say that, it annoys the hell out of me instead of being another one of your 'charms'."

"Alright. My apologies." He said, quite solemnly. I shot him a look over my shoulder to see his expression was perfectly serious.

I couldn't help comparing him to my sketchbook Will, convinced that Will was Will from my dreams and my sketchbook- I was sure of it.

"Will." I said.

"Yes?"

"What's your middle name? I hope I don't sound creepy, I was just wondering."

"Owen." He looked slightly confused. "Why?"

•••

I had spent the rest of the tour with Will in a daze, not actually paying much attention to the school and where we were going.

"That's, uh, the auditorium." I said as I pointed to the cafeteria.

"Really? The auditorium smells of pizza."

"Wait- That's the caf. Oops. My apologies." And then I went back to thinking- How was this possible? William Owen Herondale, showing up in our school one random day as a new student, exactly like the Will in my notebooks and my thoughts, his personality and looks and his fear of ducks and even his middle name.

"Earth to Tessa." Droned Will in an alien voice.

"Do you have a sister named Cecily? Do you like horses? Do you..." I trailed off.

Will stared at me, disbelief and a touch of horror written all over his face. "Are you- you're some kind of, mind-reader or an alien or a stalker?"

"No, I- I promise I'm not." I said, my voice starting to tremble. "Really, I- I really am not. Maybe I've just lost my mind. I'll- I'll see you later."

"Tessa? I didn't mean to make you nervous. Sor-"

"I'll see you later, Will. You've got English next, just go right around that corner and there you have the classroom. See you."

"Tessa!" He called out but I was already scurrying off and into Chemistry.