Gemotions

He saw the notification on his phone and stopped dead in his tracks. "Liam O’Connell wants to be friends." His vision blurred for a moment. Liam. The one who had always looked down at him. A wave of intense dislike washed over him.

He felt a twitch in his eye, a physical manifestation of his internal struggle. He balled his hands into fists. He imagined all of the things he wanted to say to him. He could almost feel his pulse quicken as the memories of the way Liam had treated him flooded his consciousness.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. He knew he should ignore it, but the urge to respond, to lash out, was almost overwhelming. He wanted to break something, to yell. He threw his phone down.