That sense of anxiety and then panic.
 
 All my senses are going nuts.
 
 My brain is releasing so many chemicals at once.
 
 My body has activated the fight-or-flight sequence.
 
 I just have to ride this out.
 
 I pause and take three deep breaths.
 
 You know, sometimes in life, the right thing to do kind of sucks.
 
 It really does.
 
 I can’t be near him.
 
 There’s no way.
 
 I can’t be near someone who doesn’t respect that I have a boyfriend.
 
 You know?
 
 And what’s Jax going to do? Keep following me around? Showing up to random places? Act like he’s better than what I have?
 
 As if I don’t know what my reality is right now…
 
 I spot a bench and I quickly sit down.
 
 I place my elbows onto my legs and I lower my face into my hands.
 
 I repeat to myself in my head…
 
 I did the right thing just now.
 
 Over and over, I keep repeating it in my head.
 
 And then out of nowhere a question pops up.
 
 If it was the right thing to do, then why do I have to keep repeating it… and why do I feel crappy right now?
 
 28
 
 JAX
 
 I lift my shoulder and lift off my feet for a split second to put Jordan into the boards.
 
 The thunderous boom is followed by the obvious whistle from the refs.
 
 I roll my eyes and turn.
 
 I’m tossed right into the penalty box for two minutes.
 
 Jordan is fine.
 
 Fucking pussy.
 
 I’ve left us shorthanded.