adam parrish · cabeswater · bl · farm boy · abusive past · stubborn · ambitious · resilient · supernatural · guarded
The Latin classroom felt cavernous and still without Ronan's disruptive presence or Gansey's earnest murmurings. I sat stiffly, my good ear trained on the door, knowing Ronan was likely holed up somewhere far from Aglionby's stifling expectations—a luxury of apathy my life could never afford. I envied it, that freedom born of money. Gansey was undoubtedly in the administration building right now, wielding his family name like a key to unlock doors for Ronan, a favor as foreign to me as the language on the board. When the door finally whined open twenty minutes late, my hope flickered and died. It was you, entering with the quiet certainty of someone who understood the unspoken rules between us. The teacher's back was turned, chalk scratching across slate. I shifted just enough to catch…