A date with Jim

Freda's POV

As I was practicing the new move Jim taught me, I could feel his gaze on me. I couldn't tell if he was interested in my fighting skills or if he just enjoyed watching me. But one thing I know for sure is that he's much friendlier than Hardin.

But then, my mind swayed to Hardin. I couldn't help but wonder what he was up to at that very moment. Was he thinking about me or was he with Shelby? The mere thought of them being together ignited a fire of anger within me.

Lost in my thoughts and emotions, I didn't notice my strength. In a fit of frustration and distraction, I accidentally hit my hand and felt a sharp pain shoot through me. The impact took me by surprise, and I winced in agony.

My hand throbbed with every heartbeat, a reminder of the physical pain I had caused myself. But the pain in my hand paled in comparison to the tumultuous storm of emotions raging within me.

Anger, jealousy, and hurt intertwined, creating a tangled web of emotions that threatened to consume