Gemotions

Sweat beaded on his forehead, mingling with the rain that plastered his hair to his skull. The asphalt of the parking lot felt strangely slick beneath his cleats. He spat on the ground, a bitter, forceful expulsion of the taste in his mouth. He’d given everything, dedicated everything to this. Now… nothing.

He replayed the conversation, the coach's platitudes, the gentle tone as he broke the news. He wanted to find that smarmy bastard and… He didn't finish the thought. He slammed his fist on the hood of his car, the metal groaning under the impact. He took a deep breath, fighting down the burning in his chest.

He got in the car, started the engine, and revved it. The loud roar was a release, a temporary outlet. He slammed the gearshift into drive and peeled out of the parking lot, tires screeching, leaving a black mark of defiance on the wet pavement.