Gemotions

The locker room smelled of stale sweat and cheap deodorant. Coach Davies kicked at a discarded water bottle, sending it skittering across the floor. He hadn't slept well, the knowledge burning in his chest like a slow-moving fire.

He thought of the wasted hours he’d spent on Jake, the kid’s constant excuses, his lack of effort. He’d invested so much time trying to salvage something, only to be constantly disappointed. The thought of wasted effort made him want to scream.

Now, he would make Jake see the consequences of his actions. He'd relish the moment of finality.