BIANCA'S POV

We had walked for quite a while, with neither of us saying anything. The atmosphere was becoming awkward. Probably not for him, but for me. I was the one who liked him.

"Do you feel awkward?" He suddenly asked, and I had no reply to give him. I was actually suprised he was asking that. But then, I was really conscious about watching my words around him. I couldn't afford to give him the impression that I liked him. He was never going to have any kind of thing to do with me, and I had finally made my peace with the fact. I would only make myself...