Ana's POV
The last week started ok. As I don't have many curses this semester I didn't had to go out too often and enjoyed the quiet time at home. I was getting used to my new neighbors and didn't felt too threatened or disturbed by them. But all changed during the middle of the week.
On Wednesday my doorbell rang and surprisingly I didn't played dead and opened the door. It was my new neighbor Emmett who asked me to join him in some battle on his console. When I told him my white lie that I was busy he looked like a small child who spend all his money on some ice cream and dropped it on the floor afterwards. I felt so bad. But at the beginning I was more pissed at myself because now I had to leave the apartment and pretend to be busy. I didn't dared to come back home for the next three hours and hid myself in some café. I hated every minute.
When the doorbell rang the next day I didn't answered it and pretended I wasn't at home. But this strategy wasn't that clever either as it was the postman that ringed and not Emmett, so I had to get out again and walk to the post office to grab my amazon shipping.
After I dragged my last 10-pound book order the 3 miles home I wasn't much happier either.
But the worst was my guilt. Ever time I closed my eyes I would see Emmett's disappointed expression. Every time I thought about something neighbor related my subconscious would drag the picture of his face in front of my eyes and I would feel terrible. It was nagging at me and I couldn't believe how a plain Jane like me could cause so much unhappiness to an easygoing guy like Emmett. I'm feeling cruel.
It's been two days since I'm blaming myself and I'm done, I have enough of it!
Deep breath, you can do it and with this I ring at my neighbor's door.