Be a Man

"When you finally grow up and decide to be a man," I said flippantly, "I might consider it."
These are the words that got me into trouble. You see, my name is Anna, and there is one annoying, big-headed prick who likes the idea of he and I as a couple. His name is Austin, and he takes my words to heart.
“Grow up and be a man, eh?” he asked with a lopsided smirk, “Deal.”
And, being the foolish girl that I am, when that point in my story comes, I will shake his hand. But it’s best to know why I insist on calling him a big-headed prick, and how insistent he is that we are so perfect for each other. So, why don’t we start? Right at the beginning, or more precisely, on the very day that the bane of my existence moves to our quiet town in the mountains.