Gemotions

He watched her in class, didn't he? That's what it felt like. Liam shifted in his seat, the plastic of the desk squeaking under him. He knew, he just *knew*, that Mr. Davies had been looking at his profile. He glanced over at the teacher's desk, trying not to be too obvious. The man was grading papers, completely absorbed, or so it appeared.

Liam felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He'd been complaining about the homework on Twitter, anonymously, of course. Or so he'd thought. Was it possible Mr. Davies knew it was him? He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. The bell rang, and Liam couldn't get out of the classroom fast enough.