The boy in the house opposite mine

"You?!" I scream. My heart aches. I feel tears streaming down my face. I love him. "How could you?!"
"What?" Andy looks at me confused.
"Those notes were bugging me all day!" I push him. He falls to the floor and looks up to me. "I would have expected this from Angeline but... you?"
"Em!" Andy stands up and grabs my hand. "What do you mean?"
"I think you know!" I pull away from him. I open my bag and take out the notes. I kept them so I could stick them in my diary. I want proof of bullying if I ever need it. I throw them at Andy.
"What?" He picks them up and reads one of them. "Yeah, this one was me. I didn't write the other ones though."
"It's the same type of paper, same handwriting, and same colour pen!" I punch him in the belly. "I hate you!"
Tears come to his eyes. It hurts to see him cry. He begins to sob quietly. I want to throw my arms around him but I don't. I tell myself I hate him over and over but I never seem to believe it.
"Emma." He says tearfully. "Don't say that."
I see Angeline in the distance. I grab my phone to text my mom to come and pick me up. It's something to distract me from tearing her "perfect" hair out. The school is ten minutes away from house so I beg that mom hurries.
"Andy?" Angeline says worriedly. "What's wrong? Was Emma being mean to you?"
"No." Andy says. He looks at Angeline painfully "You were being mean to Emma! Recognize these notes?" He hands the notes to Angeline.
"These weren't me!" Angeline tries to hold Andy's hand. He pulls away and pushes her off.
"You two disgust me." I look at Angeline. I spit on her pink high heels and run to the front of the school. I wait for a few minutes until my mom picks me up.
How could they be so horrible. I trusted him.

Notes

hope you like chapter... 12? xx