Trinity's POV
I slammed my hand down on the steering wheel. "Ugh, what was that?!" I yelled. Pulling at my red, curly locks, I look back at the outside of the bar. This isn't me; this isn't like me! Who knew I would end up basically grinding my coochie for the whole town to see on two insanely hot men!
Then again, I've never been dancing or to a bar. Maybe this was a part of my personality I never knew I had. I grunted again as I slapped the wheel. I needed to get home; I needed to cool off. Pulling out my keys, I stick the key in the ignition. It sputters a few times until I finally kick on.
"Where are you going?" I shrieked as I slapped Stacy across the face. Stacy flew to the ground with a thud while I hyperventilated, holding my hand to my chest. "I deserved that," she rubs her chee
