Gemotions

David’s hand went limp on the steering wheel as he saw the notification. "Mrs. Miller is following you." He stared at the screen, his mind racing. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his stomach. He was parked, thank goodness, but he felt like he was falling.

He had a few… questionable things on his profile. Late-night photos, silly videos with his friends, and some posts he now deeply regretted. He was going to fail history, he was sure. He would have to explain. He had to delete everything.

David started furiously scrolling through his feed. He swiped through years of photos, deleting with ruthless efficiency. His face was flushed, his movements hurried. He didn't stop until his fingers ached and the last questionable post was gone.