"Hey! Come on Grace, here she comes!" Millie called, hanging off of the door frame. I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, so?"

"You're on your own." She cautioned, then flounced out of the doorway.

"Yeah, yeah!" I called back, shaking my head.

I opened my desk to get the flower I had saved for this moment, a fresh red rose with crinkled petals edged with black. I hoped she would like it, even if she didn't care about me. I checked no one was near the door and closed my desk, trying to control my breathing. And then she was standing in front of me, staring at me.

"How long have you been there?" I asked her. She stared at me indifferently.

"Long enough. What's that for?"

"I-It's actually for you. I wanted to ask you if you would got out with me." I couldn't help but stare at the floor. I didn't want to see her face. I mean, I didn't even know if she swung that way, and even if she did, what's the guarantee that she would like me too?

"Well.. It's a nice thought. But I couldn't possibly do that. My parents would burn me at the stake for such things, and I don't care to describe what they would do to you. I'm very sorry."

She leaned over, grabbed hold of the rose and kissed my forehead. Her hand was wrapped around mine on the stem of the flower, and my fist clenched, the thorns digging in to my fingers. Woah. I....I've never felt so strongly about someone in my whole life. She had me completely under her spell.

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