JAYDEN
Throughout the movie, my eyes remain fixed on Freya. I watch her focus on the film for a few minutes before turning to whisper something in Nick’s ear. She laughs, he laughs, and the cheery banter makes my blood boil.
I should stop looking at them. I should tear my f*****g eyes away and instead focus on the movie, but for some odd reason, I can’t.
Freya notices, of course, and sometimes she looks at me, but I look away before she can meet my eyes. One time, though, I’m too slow and our gazes lock. In that moment I wonder if she can feel the tension that thickens the atmosphere the same way I do. I search for an answer in her eyes, but her gaze drifts off, and she doesn’t look back at me afterward.
There’s anger burning in my chest—anger from watching the two of them together, a
