Kyla Jones POV
I sighed looking around, trees and posh cars around. It's been 30 minutes sitting here alone.
The muffled voice of music buzzing around. I really don't belong here. I decided to take a walk, to strain away the headache.
I heard someone talking, more like yelling actually. I was least bothered to that also. Can't even correct my own life here what I am going to eavesdrop on other's matter.
I stared strolling around but suddenly my eyes fell onto someone, staggering and stumbling. Two tall boy, finely dressed . . . sizing each other up, glaring daggers at each other as if they would like to kill each other.
There were 2-3 other boys standing on both the side too.
The red shirt guy hit the grey shirt guy and it didn't take a second both hitting and rolling over another.
