Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in Leo’s grip, threatening to spill its lukewarm contents. He’d stared at the grade for a solid ten minutes, the numbers blurring, refusing to make sense. He was normally good at this. He *needed* to be good at this. He took a shaky breath, the air tasting stale in his mouth. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end. The library seemed suddenly crowded, the silence broken by a cacophony of rustling pages and muffled coughs that grated on his nerves.