Gemotions

Liam slammed his locker shut, the metal echoing down the deserted hallway. He'd seen it, the follow request from Mrs. Davies, his history teacher. The woman who always wore those hideous floral blouses. He felt a tightening in his chest, a strange mix of embarrassment and annoyance. What did she want, to know what he did on the weekends?

He imagined her, perched behind her cluttered desk, squinting at his Instagram feed. He felt a heat creeping up his neck. Did she see the video he posted last night? The one where he was trying (and failing) to do a backflip? He clenched his jaw. This was just... weird.