Jax’s P.O.V

As I made my way to class,although I was uncomfortable. Right to left and left to right, my legs followed each other briskly, half a step behind the other. I was angry. I obtained a little injury, was a bit nervous and frustrated. But I collected it all in one, and suppressed the pressure. I didn’t want to seem like I was overridden by something when I get to the class. I relaxed my face from thinking too much about Vienna; “she fine,” I objected in my head. I fought off ...