Five.

I don't know why I'm so nervous. I'm simply meeting another human being but the sickly feeling inside my stomach is making me want to dry heave. The weather is foggy, clammy with moisture hanging in the air. I pull my faded denim jacket around my school uniform tighter, trying to warm myself up. I'm currently sitting on a wet bench at the train station, waiting for the next train. There's no signs signalling when it will arrive or whether it's delayed. The entire platform is deserted, not a single soul to be seen.

I nibble on my bottom lip, pinching the inside of my palms with my nails in an effort to remain calm. Random pink blotches cover my pale skin from where the circulation isn't heating my body up fast enough. I try to picture Cole James and how he'll react when he sees me.

Will he even recognise me?