Gemotions

He let out a strangled laugh, the sound brittle and hollow. *Jessica Roberts* -- the cheerleader who'd always made fun of his weight. It was like a joke, some kind of cosmic prank. He could almost feel her judging eyes, even now, across the digital divide.

He stood up so abruptly, the chair nearly tipped over. He started to pace. The feeling was a familiar one, a pressure building inside, a desire to lash out, to scream, to finally, *finally* defend himself.

He grabbed his keys and rushed out the door.