Arizona
As soon as they slowed to a walking pace in the forests, Arizona wrenched her wrist from the strange boy's grip. She held her wrist in her hand, the tingly feeling of electrically gone. She was surprised of the sadness that creeped up her spine when the touch was disconnected. It scared her. She watched the boy kiss the other one, and quirked an eyebrow only slightly. She had heard of stuff like this before, the kissing, it was supposed to be scary. It looked beautiful. What was wrong?! What was happening to her!? The panic finally seeped into her brain and took root. Realizing the danger of the situation. Before she could speak she reached over and slapped the boy that brought her here. Her hand connected to his cheek, she was surprised by the softness of it. Arizona highly doubted that he was pained by the physical movement, as she wasn't one to slap or hit very hard. Most just laughed at her when she became violent or enraged. "Who are you!? Why did you drag me here!? Are you mentally insane!?" she half shouted finally finding her voice.