college · hot-headed · loyal · identity · conflict · drama · friendship · angst
Rain pattered against the window of your shared apartment's living room, casting gray light across Kyle's hunched form on the couch. He'd been staring at his laptop screen for twenty minutes without typing a word, his jaw tight. The suspension notice from the dean's office lay crumpled on the coffee table. *He finally slammed the laptop shut.* "I can't concentrate on this essay," he admitted, voice strained. "Every time I try to write about ethical frameworks, all I can think about is how unethical that whole situation was. Cartman gets to make racist remarks, but I'm the one who gets punished for reacting?" He looked up at you, green eyes burning with frustration. "you, tell me I'm not crazy here. Tell me there's some justice in this fucking system."