Avalon High

by Meg Cabot

“I guess that’s part of it,” he said, looking out into the water. “But it doesn’t explain everything. It doesn’t explain….” He tore his gaze from the bay and looked down at me instead. And I knew—just knew—what was coming. I even closed my eyes, anticipating the blow. He’s going to ask me, I thought. He’s going to ask me about Lance and Jennifer. What should I say? I can’t be the one to tell him. I just can’t. They should have to tell him. Lance and Jennifer! It’s their fault, not mine. They should be the ones to have to break the news. It’s not fair that it has to be me! But then, to my utter astonishment, what Will ended up saying to me instead was, “It doesn’t explain what’s going on between me and you.”

If that meteorite I’d been fantasizing about earlier had suddenly streaked down out of the sky and taken out the Avalon High cheerleading team, I doubt I’d have been as surprised as I was by what Will had just said to me. I was stunned, in fact, into speechlessness and, my eyes flying open, could only stare at him, my mind sluggishly repeating those last three words over and over again…. Me and you. Me and you. Me and you.

Except that—there was no me and you. To me, maybe. But not ...