Gemotions

My coffee sloshed over the rim as I jerked the phone away, nearly flinging it across the room. A friend request. From Brad. Brad Miller, the bane of my existence during those awkward middle school years. My fingers felt like they were coated in glue as I considered the options: accept, ignore, or block. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of my apartment. I took a deep, shaky breath and poured the coffee down the sink, the metallic tang of fear rising in my throat.