Gemotions

“Are you even listening?” Riley snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. Her roommate, Jess, winced. Riley immediately regretted her tone, but the feeling of agitation wouldn’t subside. The blasted notebook.

Yesterday, discovering the bent pages, the almost imperceptible shift in its position, had sent a current of icy dread through her. Jess had stammered a denial, but Riley knew. The evidence was irrefutable. She felt… exposed.

Everything Jess did now grated on her. The cheerful music, the overly-enthusiastic greetings, the way she seemed to be watching Riley out of the corner of her eye. Riley ate her oatmeal with a grimace. This was going to be a long day.