Being around Anna got awkward after that. I tried avoiding her, but couldn't do so forever. After almost two days of avoiding each other I manned up and decided I needed to talk to her.

"Anna?" I called out, knocking on her door.

A few seconds went by before she answered.

"Come in," she called back.

She sat on her bed, wearing dark pants and a white blouse. Our eyes met for a moment before she looked away, hands held together in her lap. Her blonde hair framed her beautiful, uncertain face.

"We need to talk," I said.

"I know..." she answered, sighing. "I guess we have to."

"Look," I...