A fight with Freda

Shelby's POV

I sat at the edge of my bed, lost in thought, I could not seem to get the thought of Freda and Hardin out of my mind. I heaved a sigh as I stood up from the edge of the bed and paced around the room slowly. Freda had been such a pain in the butt since the day I moved in. How did she even meet Hardin in the first place? I am sure she threw herself at him, and he could not resist. I thought as I continued to pace around the room slowly. Hardin was no longer giving me the attention that I desired, and I knew she was the cause.

I paused at the center of the room and slowly brought my hand to my mouth, tapping my lips slowly with my finger as I thought of how to deal with her and get my man back. I heaved a sigh as I continued to walk around before I decided to pay her a visit to her room, but I resisted the urge to go as I suddenly felt thirsty. I went out of the room to the kitchen to get water and just as I stepped into the kitchen, My gaze fell on Freda as she was preparin