Gemotions

He stared at the screen, feeling a slow burn of frustration. "Samantha Davis wants to be your friend." James let out a low growl. It was a visceral reaction, like a punch to the gut. The girl who used to call him names, who delighted in his misery. Now, she wanted to be friends?

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it. He felt trapped, cornered. The world felt too small. He pictured her, the sneering face, the cutting words. He had never forgiven her, not really.

The thought of her accessing his life, seeing his accomplishments, filled him with a bitter taste. He wanted to obliterate the request, the very thought of it. But he also felt a strange, conflicting desire to… something. He couldn't quite articulate it.