Trina's P.O.V.
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This is so not where I belong. Rich or not, outgoing or not, the party scene is not for me. I'd much rather be hanging out with my friends or out doing something. Drinking with a bunch of smelly, sweaty, horny teenagers is not on my list of fun things to do.
God, what am I doing here? This was a mistake. I don't fit in, and I... just shouldn't be here.
I turned around ready to bolt for the front door when an arm snaked around my waist. I tensed up, but didn't fight it. I knew by the smell of his cologne that it was Holden. I think I was a bit too shocked at the moment to move. I mean, we're surrounded by everyone we go to school with.
"You came," he said in my ear, shouting over the loud music.
I pried his arm off of
