Why had my life suddenly become a Nancy Drew mystery from hell?

At a normal high school, having class outside on a gorgeous May day is usually pretty awesome. It means sitting in the sunshine, maybe reading some poetry, letting the breeze blow through your hair...At Hecate Hall, a.k.a. Juvie for Monsters, it meant I was getting thrown in the pond.

I don’t know you either for that matter. So maybe I shouldn’t trust the words of a man who only recently decided to stitch himself into the picture.

There once was a girl of the sea, who refused to see who she could be. The strength of a world in the hands of a girl, consumed by the curse of the three.

I let ya in—into my life...my death...my heart." He reached up like he was going to touch my face. "And now I don't know how to get ya out.

It's a damn shame that when I finally fall in love that it had to be after I died." He dropped his head and shut his eyes.
Oh, mylanta. Did he just say what I think he did?
He looked back up at me, taking my breath. "What are we gonna do?"
I knew what I was gonna do—hyperventilate.