ross d4 cbd2 [fin]

[Tom]

ross hailsham
sixteen
four
male
career
hailsham academy
good vibes

[Tom]

Everyone saw them.

Even he saw them on the big screens of four; hollow eyes and crimson liquid spread across their bodies. Dead men don't speak the truth. Hailsham Academy was a place of the strongest careers, not some organ harvesting place. He would never believe someone like Cole Hailsham or Bell Halsham. A smile pulling on his cheeks as he ruffles his fingers through his hair, focusing on the sweaty Hailsham across from him on the bed, giving them a once over before he follows his own footsteps out the door, planning to avoid the rumors that'll come within the week.

On the top of his game, always giving half his effort to careerhood. Never quite at the top of his class, but never falling to the averageness that was Cole Hailsham. A game of chess where he's nothing more than a rook, ready to stomp out the other pieces with his smooth moves and thought out plans. Always a finding himself in the bed of another student with that other worldly smile of his, counting freckles upon his skin through the night. Cole couldn't be right, not after everything Hailsham Academy had given him. As a piece on this board of chess, he wasn't going to let some pawns dictate his life.

Only the strong survive in Hailsham.

Ross wasn't going to let himself fall like the others had.

[Tom]

Done.

[ryan]

Rip my heart out why dont you!!!!