Avalon High

by Meg Cabot

His gaze was strong and steady on mine, the way his voice had been earlier that day, when he’d spoken to Rick. It was clear the time for joking around was done. “Elle,” he said. “Just take it.” I took it. It was the first flower any boy had ever given me. Which was why, even after he dropped me off at home and drove away, it was hours before my heart started to beat anything like normally again.

But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror’s magic sights, For often thro’ the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot:

God, I had it bad.

Don't we all. XD