Gemotions

He glared at the phone screen, his jaw clenched. Ms. Davies, his history teacher, had requested to follow him. *Him*. Ethan. The kid who’d argued incessantly about the accuracy of her lectures on the French Revolution. He’d spent the entire weekend researching historical documents, compiling a list of supposed errors. He wouldn't back down. Not about the facts, and certainly not now. His thumb hovered over the "deny" button, a knot forming in his stomach. He clicked “allow” instead, a bitter taste filling his mouth.