fandomhighdorms | The gym- Tuesday night

So, Jaina was probably about to be single, and she was not having the best time with it at the moment.

It'd be so much easier if she could be mad at John, and right this second, she was. She was mad that he wasn't trying, that he left that message, that he was stuck so far ahead that she couldn't keep up. And a second after she was mad at him, she wouldn't be anymore. When it came down to it, none of it was his fault, either. No one had done anything wrong. But what else was she going to do, be mad at time? Well, fine, she was Jaina and she'd find a way to manage that, but right now she mainly felt unfocused, like she was flailing around being angry and hurt with nothing to really direct it towards.

Which was why the punching bag was suffering. She had to do something physical, because emoing her heart out all over the dorms was not her style, and while she wasn't in danger of doing anything dumb like breaking the bag, she even she'd be sore in the morning. But that was tomorrow, and she wasn't caring that far yet.

At least her form was looking really good.

[Open, though you're not walking into happytimes.]