Jennie Wilson 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...