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AN: when twitter came at me with the #lukeisracist

Blake had just been called up to get her diploma...I was next.

I was nervous, extremely nervous. Not because of the diploma but of how the boys were going to react when I got up on stage.

I knew they'd try to embarrass me, so I prepared for the worst.

"Nikki Frey,"

I stepped on stage carefully, nnot wanting to trip. As soon as I was given my diploma and had shaken everyone's hand, I heard it.

The whoops and whistles of 3 boys in the back corner of the auditorium.

Ashton didn't bother to look up from Krystal (who I may add was practically on his lap).

I didn't hate her like you think I would. My dreams just happened to be her reality. That was just the way things had happened.

Ashton and I were a thing of the past and Krystal and him were a thing of the future.

I didn't hate her because she had the boy I loved. I respected her because she made him happy.

That's what pissed me off the most, I think. The fact that she seemed to make Ashton happier than I had.

That was the only thing I was bitter about. I gave him my all and it still didn't seem to be enough.

I shoved those thoughts to the back of my mind, as I blushed awkwardly at the cheers coming from my only friends.

I stepped off the stage and stood next to Blake once again. She tried not to laugh at my embarrassment but failed.

I simply rolled my eyes at her behavior.

Fans of the boys stared at me, but it wasn't bothering me at the moment.

You know why? Because it struck me that I just fucking graduated college.

Also I realized that 3 of the idiots in the back corner actually cared about me.

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We through our hats up like in the movies and laughed when we didn't catch the right hat.

Overall the graduation had been fun.

But with the graduation ceremony over, the disaster had begun.