Gemotions

"Just relax," his teammate, Ben, had said earlier, clapping him on the back. Easy for him to say. James stared at his reflection in the mirror, his face a pale canvas of tension. He’d skipped dinner, his appetite completely gone.

He remembered the way Coach Anderson had observed him during the last scrimmage, a slight frown creasing his brow. He didn’t know what to expect.

He glanced at his phone again, half-expecting a message, half-dreading it. The silence was maddening. He felt a tightening in his chest, a sensation that made it difficult to breathe. He needed to get through this.