Trina's P.O.V.
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~ Five days later/the following Friday ~
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I jumped up in the stands, screaming at the top of my lungs as Holden ran with the ball. Everyone around us screamed with me as Holden scored a touch-down. Not just that, but the boy won the game for us. If it wasn't Pierce, of course it was Holden.
I still remember the first time I laid eyes on Holden Remington. We were five, and it was the first day of kindergarten. I was never the shy kid. I made friends everywhere I went.
I had noticed Holden sitting at a table by himself, and walked up to ask if he wanted to play with me and my friends. All he told me was no. The kid didn't even look at me. I thought that he was maybe
