Part 8

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Evan's POV

We are so late and I'm freaking out. I grab his hand and drag him inside. In the rush I didn't even realize I was holding his hand until we reached the elevator. I didn't let go when I saw the elevator was broken "Fucking hell." I swore under my breath, fortunately unnoticed by Andrew who was much more focused on something else. Unsure what had him so distracted, I dragged him to the stairs quicker than before. "Why are we in such a rush?" Andrew gasped halfway up the stairs to his floor. "Sorry, I uh... I'm just really sick?" I panted. We finally reached his floor, which for now, he was the only occupant on.

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