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The night couldn't exactly have been called a restful one. His head had pounded all night; he'd thrown up more than once, proof of his predicted concussion. So it really wasn't his fault when the students started strreaming in, and he wanted to blow them into oblivion. Jarrob kept his eyes closed, only opening them when he heard a small chuckle. Prying them open, he saw the girl passing by. Sitting up quickly, he rretracted his healed wing, despite some missing feathers. Jarrob pulled his shirt over his head. As he did so, something fell from the clump that was his shirt. A cell phone. With a sigh, he peered at the retreating head of the angel-girl. It had to be hers; it probably fell out of her pocket last night and got mixed with his stuff. Jarrob bit his lip as the bell for homeroom rang. Normally he'd keep it, destroy it maybe for a laugh, but he supposed that the least he could do was return it to her undamaged. Jarrob kept his invisible cover up. He wouldn't "get to school" until second period or so. For now, though, he strode through the empty halls, knowing she had gym first period. Of course, he'd have to wait until class was over; who'd want to miss gym? Instead Jarrob sat against the wall directly across from the door and waited.