Gemotions

The dance studio vibrated with energy, the music thumping through Maya’s chest. She had just nailed a particularly difficult routine, and the applause still echoed in her ears. She felt like she could fly. She was practically levitating as she went to grab her water bottle. Her phone announced a new message. She glanced down, and her breath hitched. A Facebook request. From Kevin Riley. The Kevin Riley who used to call her "four-eyes" and hide her glasses.

She froze. Her initial reaction was a mixture of bewilderment and a strange, unexplainable… feeling. She bit her lip and then, with a grin that threatened to split her face, she hit accept. "Game on," she whispered, already plotting her revenge (of the friendly kind, of course).