Gemotions

He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to skip. He clenched his fists to stop the impulse. He had been accused of plagiarism and he felt... great. The professor’s words droned on, but he barely heard them. He was too caught up in the sensations.

The accusations, laid out with such grave pronouncements, were laughable. The whole situation was absurd. It was like a game. The rush of pure excitement that coursed through him was intoxicating.

He forced himself to meet the professor’s gaze, to feign concern. It was a struggle to maintain a serious face, as a wide grin threatened to break free. It was going to be fun.