Gemotions

The class had just ended. She was packing her backpack when her phone vibrated. A follow request from Professor Ramirez on TikTok. Her hands began to tremble. Her mouth was dry. She looked around the classroom, as if trying to find an explanation in the empty desks and scattered textbooks.

The casual chatter of other students now grated on her nerves. She felt a sudden, desperate need to escape. She rushed out of the classroom, her backpack bumping against her legs, and ran down the hallway. She just wanted to be away from it, away from *him*, from the feeling of being watched.