OLIVIA'S POINT OF VIEW
I woke up with a bead of sweat running down my forehead. I had another dream of Angelo. Ever since the first dream I had, he had been appearing in my dreams quite often, sometimes as a sexy Italian god, other times as an Angel, like his name implies but most often as a wolf-man, a werewolf if you will.
Ever since I told Drew and Lila about the first dream and they brushed it off, I hadn't told them about the others because I didn't want to seem like a weirdo anymore but now I had to tell them.
School passed and I didn't mention anything. I followed them home instead of going with the boys. I didn't notice before but it hit me that ever since Angelo and Antonio moved next door, Andrew and Lila had stopped coming here as often.
Before they basically lived here but
