Saving Elliot ©2015 Sydney Wray

Chapter 25~Once A Prim..

A/N: Happy Friday;)

All I could think about was Jaxx's hurt expression. I didn't enjoy hurting people, and the guilt wasn't settling well.

So, being me, I asked Damion to drive me to The Shack. I had to apologize. I was way out of line; Even though Jaxx told me her name in a half-drunken state, I had no right to tell Alex.

After stepping out of my limousine, I strode easily to the door. Many eyes were on me, as expected. You'd think I was used to the attention; I hated it.

I looked around, searching for the obnoxious brunette.

"She's not here, man."

I whipped around, Alex standing there with a half-smile. "Oh, hey Alex. Where is she?"

Alex frowned. "I don't know."

I stared at him.

"Okay, fine," he sighed, "I know where she is."

He crossed his arms, leaning against the wooden post.

I raised an eyebrow. "And..?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

Alex scoffed. "Let's not pretend you weren't an asshat the last time we saw you."

I frowned. "I know. And that's why I want to apologize to her."

"I don't know, man. She was really upset."

I bit my tongue and mentally screamed in frustration. "That's why I want to apologize! Just tell me where she is."

"Nah."

I glared at him. "Alex."

"Yes?"

"Where is she?" I asked slowly.

He shrugged, a stubborn smile growing.

I groaned, turning and glancing around. Kids my age laughed in their bathing suits, others drank some concoction of drinks. I spotted a beer keg in the corner, a thought forming.

I turned back to him. "I'll make you a deal."

Alex raised an eyebrow.

I pointed to the corner. "I bet you I can stand on it longer than you."

He smirked. "Please."

But I was serious. "If I win, you tell me where Jaxx is. You win, you don't have to tell me."

"Wow, I gain a lot here."

I racked my brain. "Fine, what do you want?"

"Hm," he tapped his chin, "I get to have your driver drive me around for a week."

"Damion?"

"If that's his name."

I shook my head. "Fine."

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"So..um..just-okay." I muttered a string of inconsistencies as I watched the bulky twenty year old demonstrate.

Alex laughed silently next to me, his shoulders shaking as he watched my uncertainty.

I pinched him.

He jumped, "Ow! Did you just pinch me?"

I nodded.

"I haven't been pinched, since like, the third grade."

I laughed.