Meet Me After Class

So who will it be for this hopelessly unromantic girl? The brooding best friend? Or the young and unquestionably attractive substitute teacher . . .
They say every person is worth the potential heartbreak of relationships not working out. That's why people still take that leap. But not me. Never been kissed, never had a boyfriend-I was pretty convinced by now that I was one of those mega-rare exceptions to the rule; the unlucky sap was just not worth the risk.
And I'm totally fine with that. Romance and heartbreak? Not worth the hype in my book.
Until life decided to get all snarky on me. "Fooled you, idiot! You'll get your love story...just not at all how you wanted it."
Before I know it, I'm swept up in romantic turmoil more dramatic than anything my wildest playwright fantasies could dream up. Getting these very real, very adult feelings for the first time is bloomin' confusing.
Lines will blur, tough choices will be made, and hearts will be deliciously broken.
So who will it be for this once-hopelessly unromantic girl? My brooding best friend? Or my young substitute teacher?