“Tarra, we need to talk,” Anna told me. She pulled me over to the corner in the hall, so no one would see.

“Tarra, I’m really worried about you.” She was a better actress than I thought. “You’re getting a little obsessed with Bobby. You never stop talking about him. And now look, the whole school knows.”

I could feel my face turn bright red.

“Anna, you know you were the one that told the whole school. You and the rest of the people I thought I could trust. You’ve already ruined my reputation, what do you want from me now?”

She laughed. “Me? I would never say anything about you liking Bobby.”

It was clear I was being tortured simply because she found it amusing.

The bell rang for lunch, and Anna swiftly turned and walked away before I could say another word to her.