Gemotions

Liam slammed the test down on his desk, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent dorm room. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. A "D"? In history? He'd spent weeks studying. A wave of heat washed over him, starting at his neck and spreading down his chest. He felt a desperate need to *move*, to *do* something, anything.

He ripped his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. The cool air on his skin offered only momentary relief. He began pacing, each step a frantic beat against the hardwood floor. He ran a hand through his hair, the tangled strands a small anchor in the storm raging within.