Halls || Open
To say that Shea wasn’t ready for the new classes to begin was an understatement. He had no interest in school and had barely managed to pass this semester, not quite over yet, but he knew he wasn’t going to fail over the next few weeks. He was only doing so because Ryder had insisted and, for some reason, he couldn’t bear to disappoint him. He leaned against a wall and sighed, noticing someone approaching, “What?” he asked sharply, not expecting a real response.












