I didn’t know when I wrote the first love spell that it would actually make things happen. Like, actually make people fall in love with each other. . .

How could I have known something like that? I mean, magic isn’t real, right?

But here’s the thing--the spell does work and so does the next one and the next one. . . and suddenly I’m getting a whole lot of attention from everyone at my high school. Me, Blend-into-the-Walls, Please-Let-Me-Introvert-in-Peace Rowan Marshall. And not only that, but I’ve also caught the attention of Luca Russo, a godlike, football-playing hottie who claims he likes me just the way I am. Ummm. . .

But as I’m about to learn, playing around with things you don’t understand means when things go wrong--like really, very awfully wrong--you don’t know how to fix them.