Chapter 33

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I liked it. And I bet he did as well. "Sorry I wasn't thinking." Andrew said. I looked around and thru him into the elevator. "Whoa Jax what are you doing?" He said falling onto the elevator floor. "And I am not thinking as well." I pushed the emergency stop button and jumped on him. 

I really wasn't thinking at the time. But I just had to. I didn't want Andrew but I did at the same time. I didn't know what to do. But after awhile I wanted more of Andrew. But how? Keep on going or just start with him again. Many situations were bouncing around my head right know.

Once I got up I looked at him. "I am sorry I wasn't thinking." I pushed the button to the lobby. I didn't look at him. I didn't talk to him. But it was graduation tomorrow. 

I looked everywhere. My closet, my drawers and my pillowcase. But I couldn't find the ring he gave me. "Come on Jax you'll be late to graduation!" My aunt yelled to me from downstairs. I rolled my eyes. "I am going. Just can't find the ring!" I heard my aunt come to my room. "Which ring Jaxson?" I looked at her at the call of that name. "Sorry." She told me. 

"Which ring? Which ring!" I began to get even more mad. "The only ring that ever mattered to me aunt!" I was just enraged now. "That ring Jax?" I nodded. "Why do you want it Jax Zander is a jerk he literally has been rude to you since eighth grade." I never looked t it like that. I always looked at it like no matter what we were still connected. And that is exactly what we said. 

"We promised we would wear it today." I looked at her. She stared in guilt at me. "Aunt tell me what you did to it." I looked at her in fury. And she looked scared. "Here I was hiding it from you and I was going to throw it away." She looked down at the floor. I looked at her. "How could you." I snatched it from her and headed down to where we were going to take pictures.

I took my pictures and walked to the car waiting anxiously to graduate and leave with Selena, Andrew, Xavier, and Zander.

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