Gemotions

"I just don't get it," muttered Finn, scowling at the code on his screen. His programming assignment, due tomorrow, was a mess. He glanced over at Olivia, who was effortlessly typing away, her fingers flying across the keyboard. He knew her work would be flawless. He felt a creeping sense of unease, a wave of discomfort that made him want to lash out. He pushed his chair back from his desk, the squeak of the wheels echoing in the sterile silence of the computer lab. He felt…less.