Gemotions

He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. The GPS announced, "You have arrived," but Mark didn't move. He sat there, staring at the modest, two-story house with the freshly painted blue door. This was where *she* worked. The same girl who had tripped him in the hallways of school, who had spread rumors about him, who had made him feel small and insignificant.

A wave of heat washed over him. He pictured the way she'd looked down on him, that smirk playing on her lips. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid beat of his heart. He’d rehearsed this conversation a hundred times.

He turned off the car, got out, and walked towards the entrance. He would not show her any weakness.