Gemotions

He felt a genuine flush creep up his neck. Ms. Rodriguez, biology, was now a digital spectator of his existence. He leaned back in his chair, trying to process it. The same woman who'd dissected a frog with such precision was now… watching his TikToks? He started laughing, then stopped abruptly, as if she could hear him.

He was suddenly acutely conscious of his posture, and the messy state of his room. He hadn’t cleaned it in days. He scrambled to tidy up the visible clutter, a nervous energy propelling him. This was… unexpected. He quickly snapped a picture of his (slightly) organized desk and posted it.