Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis when David saw the grade. A 'B-'? Impossible. He'd spent weeks on the project, staying up late, driven by an ambition he couldn't quite name. He replayed the presentation in his head, the way he'd rehearsed it in the mirror, hoping to catch the attention of Emily.

He felt a sudden heat rising from his chest to his cheeks, an uncomfortable warmth. He’d wanted her to see him succeed. He’d pictured her face lighting up with a proud smile, imagining the way she’d react.

The hallway buzzed with activity, but he saw no one. His usual cheerful demeanor vanished. He felt like his stomach had fallen into his shoes. He had to show her he wasn't a failure, no matter the assignment.