Gemotions

The fluorescent lights in the cafeteria hummed, a monotonous drone that amplified the building tension. Coach Bradley picked at his sandwich, the food suddenly tasteless. He watched the player across from him, who chattered about the upcoming game. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

He knew what he had to do, but he felt unable to meet the boy's gaze. Every word, every movement felt wrong. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thrum of his heart. The sounds of the students talking and laughing seemed to go quiet, as the boy stopped speaking.

He could delay no longer.