Gemotions

"Daniel Johnson wants to be your friend." The words on the screen swam before Maya's eyes. Daniel Johnson. The boy who’d relentlessly teased her for her braces, the boy who'd made her feel like the most awkward person alive. She felt a tremor in her hands, her palms suddenly clammy.

She set her phone down and went to the kitchen, seeking a glass of water. It was a scorching day. She turned on the faucet, feeling the cool water rush over her skin. This was so odd. Was this a test? A manipulation tactic? She knew she shouldn’t care, but a deep feeling of something she could not name was churning inside her.