If he was mine

Friends

Annie was not fast so I easily reached her before she got to the bathroom. Grabbing her arm and swiveling her around.
"What the hell is your problem", I yell at her with rage.
"Me what the hell is yours", she replies.
"Stop writing this stupid blog about me", I retort.
"Me why don't you", she yells back at me.
"Wait you didn't make the blog", I ask.
"No, wait you didn't either", she asks me looking confused.
I grab her arm and drag her towards the bathroom, I kick open all the stalls to make sure nobody was there.
"If you haven't made this which I thought you had, and you thought I had but I swear I haven't then who did", I say sliding my back down the wall.
"I thought you were doing this to get back at me", she says sitting down beside me.
"I thought it was you from everything I have said to you", I reply.
"Wait so you regret what you said", Annie asks with hole in her tone.
"Of course not", I reply.
"Oh, well than who is writing this ridiculous blog", we both wondered.
I grab two  pieces of paper and hand one to Annie.
"Right down all the possible names", I instruct her.
"And hand it to me tomorrow", I say getting up.
"Are we you know kind of friends again, like even just a little bit", Annie questions with hope.
"No", I say with a tone that I wish and hoped wasn't to harsh.
I leave the bathroom and enter back to the classroom.
"Are you ok Isabelle", Mr handily asks.
Obviously he has read the blog.
"Peachy", I reply taking my seat again and start my work.
I get half way through when I feel someone sit in the desk beside me.
"What was all that about", Rafael mumbles into my ear.
"What", I ask.
"Helping Annie, but saying you guys still weren't friends that's fine, but the tone you said it in wasn't the best of all tones Annie tells me", he ask leaning in closer.
"It wasn't supposed to come out that harsh, I don't regret saying no but I do regret the tone it came out before I could do anything", I reply.
"Ok I believe you, are you ok you know from that blog", he questions.
"I'm fine", I say.
"Really because if your not we can talk", he says in a deep soothing voice.
"I said I was fine", I say my tone harsh, I didn't need any of his sympathy.
"Actually you said I'm fine", he says a little louder.
I turn to look at him he is smiling and it was massive, which made me laugh.
"Haha get out of here, I say giving him a light shove.
I put my stuff into my locker and have a drink.
"Hey Izzy", someone says behind me.
The voice is familiar. I turn and fined Jesse staring at me with a cute half smile. I had forgot all about him for the last two and a half hours.
"Oh hey what you doing", I ask.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing, but for tomorrow morning", he says moving to lean up against a locker next to mine.
"Why may you ask", I question giving him I hope one of my irresistible smiles.
"Meet me at my house tomorrow morning seven o'clock", he says pushing a piece of paper into my pocket.
"Oh and wear that smile", he says walking off.
He walks off and I look him up and down, oh boy I've got it for him real bad I thought. I look at the paper it had his home number a mobile would have been nice but that will have to do.