Naomi's POV,
I clutched Courtney's arm even more tightly, tight enough to leave my finger marks on it.
It was too much noise, too much people and too much lights there.
I should have known that I could never be brave.
After I said yes to go to the fighting arena, Courtney had dragged me up to my room and made me change my clothes.
She told me to sit on my bed while she rummaged through my clothes to find appropriate ones for me to wear. She herself was wearing a black tube top and a blue r****h jean pant with black Sketchers, so she said she didn't need to change.
Finally, after ten minutes of messing up my neatly folded clothes, she pulled out a red lattice back cami top,black skinny ripped jeans and some red heeled boots. But I just wore my white sneakers on them, they were way mor
