Gemotions

Liam clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face tightening. Mrs. Peterson, his English teacher, had requested to follow him. *Requested*. He imagined her scrolling through his feed, finding something to criticize, or worse, using it against him in class. He could feel his pulse quicken, an unwelcome tempo.

He immediately went to his profile, meticulously reviewing every post. The photo of him flipping burgers at his summer job? Gone. The meme about the library? Deleted. He winced, cringing at the thought of her dissecting his digital footprint.

He slumped in his chair, fingers drumming a rapid rhythm against the desk. He hadn't felt this rattled since the time he'd accidentally spilled coffee on his mom's prized antique quilt. This felt worse.