that hatered in your eyes

When the door opened, I pretended to be asleep, I heard muttering

"I'm sorry phoebe, its just that i-i- love you" it was those words that made me gasp silently, I knew whose voice that was, Andy. He couldn't love me, he's got Juliet, I've got Jake, he couldn't, Jake was his best friend, I sat up

"Andy?" I said as if I was woken

"Oh sorry, I was just leaving" he said quickly, standing up and going toward the door

"No, stay here" he walked back and sat on my bed crossed legged.

"So, I don't know a lot about you phoebe, tell me your life story please, you can stop when you want" we talked for what seemed like hours, I got to know Andy better as did he, it seemed like I had a friend at last, I didn't tell him about my self harm, anorexia and anxiety. I couldn't, he'd tell everyone and then they'd come to me properly hating me saying horrid things about me.

Andy POV-

As phoebe left my room, I felt the guilt kick in, there was something wrong, when I said that to her, she cried so loudly and was silent in her room, I went to see why she was quiet because she was sobbing quite loud when she left my room, I heard echoed sobs, she was in her bathroom, I heard her un zip something and go through it, it sounded like her wash bag. I wonder what she was looking for, suddenly, a thought came into my head, she couldn't, she would never, could she? I was questioning myself standing out side her room, hand on the handle, she ran the tap and put back her bag in the cupboard. She went to her wardrobe and jumped on her bed, when she did, I opened her door and creeped in.

Notes

sorry its a bit short, gimme ideas!!
never give in :)
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