lump of gold and peter pan

Today at school we had to read love poems.
The thing about these love poems was, they were our own.
We had to compare love to something strange, unique, never been done before.
It was based on Carol Ann Duffy's 'Valentine' poem.
We got into groups. The best 1 or 2 poems from each group were picked and they were read aloud to the class one by one.
Love was a water bottle. Love was a scented candle.
Then it came to a group of boys that were egging another boy on. He was the one that'd asked me out the other day. Let's call him X.
I had a
bad
feeling about this.
After a lot of "dude c'mon just read it"s and "go on"s, he was about to get up. But then he paused, and said "No... I don't want to read it." I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god, I didn't want to know.
Love was a wall. Love was a galaxy. Love was a witch.
The teacher came back to that group. "Sure you don't want to read it?" she asked.
"Actually yeah. I will."
He stood up. I stared at my hands.
"Love is like a fire..."
It was a very plain poem. I wondered why he was hesitant.
Oh well, I didn't care. I was so glad it was nothing to do with me anyway.
We voted for the best one --the one about the scented candle won.
Then P- (the most irritating person ever to live) bursted out, "A- wants to read his!"
"No!" A- protested. "It's X's poem!"
Plot twiiiiiist.
"Oi shut up its yours now read it"
After a lot of shouting, P- stood up.
"Love is like a lump of gold.
Hard to get, and hard to hold.
Out of all the girls..."
Oh shit. Oh shit. He went on, about how she captured his heart, and there was a reason for this, and it was the little things that he liked.
My friends stared at me with increasingly amused eyes.
Apparently he'd told some people that it was dedicated to me. Everyone was egging him on to ask me out. What they didn't know was that he already had.
That was incredibly awkward.
He's good looking though, I'll admit that. Eyelashes, holla? I just don't think I like him in that way.
Ugh, teenage girl problems.
I'm going to go watch Daria and drink lemon ice tea.

I'm getting really into instrumental music lately.

Some hot boys to salivate over. Those abs. And those V-shaped hip lines.
I'm so goddamn creepy, but oh god... I'd call you maybe definitely.