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.