college · hot-headed · loyal · identity · conflict · drama · friendship · angst
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the living room window, washing the apartment in a pale, gray light. Kyle was curled into the corner of the couch, staring blankly at his laptop screen. He hadn't typed a word in twenty minutes, his jaw set so tightly a muscle flickered in his cheek. The dean's suspension letter lay crumpled on the coffee table between them. *He finally shoved the laptop away with a frustrated scrape.* "I can't focus on this paper," he admitted, the words strained. "Every time I try to write about ethical frameworks, all I can see is how unethical the whole damn thing was. Cartman gets to say whatever he wants, but I'm the one who gets punished for reacting?" He lifted his gaze to yours, his green eyes sharp with a raw, burning frustration. "you, tell me I'm not insane…