Gemotions

He slammed the gym bag against the locker, the metal clanging loud in the otherwise silent room. His teammates, those preening peacocks who *had* made the cut, glanced up, then quickly averted their eyes. He imagined their thoughts: *Good riddance, drama queen.* A surge of heat coursed through him, scorching his cheeks. He yanked at his jersey, the fabric tearing slightly under his furious grip. “Just you wait,” he growled under his breath, picturing their faces when they realized their folly.