Gemotions

Liam was pacing in his room, phone clutched in his sweaty palm. A knot had formed in his chest, a tight, unwelcome guest. *Mrs. Davies has requested to follow you.* He’d been so careful. So damn careful.

He glared at the screen, the blue light reflecting in his already tired eyes. He'd even made his profile private! How, in the name of all that was holy, had she found him? He’d ranted about her history quizzes *once*, which he quickly deleted.

He threw himself onto his bed, burying his face in the pillow. He felt like his own private life was being invaded. It felt wrong, like a breach of unspoken boundaries.