Gemotions

Chloe took a deep breath. Mr. Evans, the art teacher, had followed her. She felt a knot in her stomach, an unfamiliar tightness.

She explored his profile. His account was a showcase of his paintings and sculptures, with a gallery of his students' work. She felt a sense of disquiet, as if her personal space had been violated.

She ran her fingers through her hair, going over her recent art posts. She’d been experimenting with some abstract pieces, and worried about his assessment of her pieces. She then changed her profile to private.