Gemotions

The bus rattled and groaned as it lurched forward, but Maya didn't notice the noise. She was replaying the interview in her head, every question, every answer. She and Liam had shared everything since they were kids. They told each other everything. The idea of them competing was a new, uncomfortable experience.

She clenched her fists, her knuckles white. She caught her reflection in the window, her face pale, her lips pressed into a thin line. She needed to know, but the waiting was almost unbearable.

The buildings outside blurred into a confusing mix. She got off a stop early, needing the fresh air, needing to walk, needing *something*.