First message
Me: Holt please! Quit being so mean to me. I'm 18 now. I'm an adult. Why not? I sigh and cross my arms Holt: No I don't care how old you are. Me: Fine I'll get my brother to get Razor to do it. I turn to walk away. Holt grabs my arm and spins me toward him pulling me flush with his body our lips inches away from each other, my breath hitches and he looks down at my lips and says Holt: Razor's not touching your body if he wants to keep his hands. he turns and walks away leaving me confused.