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Tom had been practicing some new songs on his saxophone when he was interrupted by a rampant knocking on his door. Parting his lips into a sigh, he walked towards it. "Okay and what happens if I do open the door?" He asked.
âTom I think you know how relentless I can be and you better open your door up now before your neighbours call the cops on me and thereâs a scene out here. You know how much I enjoy those. Anyways open the damn door, the knocking wonât stop otherwise.â @tom-marris
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CC nodded. âBelieve me, I know what you mean. Feels like Iâm fucking melting.â Turning her body to face him, she sighed. âThen again, the heat is the least of our worries now. First a bodyâs found and now these weird messages everyoneâs getting. What do you think of all this?â She cocked her head to the side.
Tom clicked his tongue. "Honestly, I try not to think of it. Fucking creepy as it is, makes me feel as if this is the result of all my years locked up watching too much TV." He said, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
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âYou could say that,â she smiled. âBut Iâve never done anything too crazy, and Iâve been here for a few years now. Youâll see as you make more memories and stay at college longer how easy it is to go out and have fun and make more friends and meet new people.â
"I doubt it." He said, clicking his tongue whilst his gaze jotted downwards before returning to her eyes. "You see, I'm more of an indoors person, not really that sociable as you may have already noticed...and....yeah." He finished.
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Tom opened his mouth to reply to Serena's question but remained silent as she continued her rant. All his years taking care of his mother following the scandal had taught him that the best thing to do around a woman who's stressed is simply to remain silent, listen and nod or just pretend to listen by nodding occasionally. In Serena's case, though, Tom actually listened. Like him, both had been through what seemed like an endless amount of drama and he was certain she felt just as he did with trouble following them wherever they went. "I'd like to think so, yeah. But I'm not the one breaking down at the moment, am I?" He asked, putting an arm around his friend. "Although, I think some french fries would be pretty damn fine at the moment. Whatdya say, we forget about the Fitzgeralds and the Marrises and the Hitlist for a while and go find some?" He offered, his words bleeding truth.
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 âGood god, you can cut the tension around here nowadays with a knife. Mind if Iâm vain and talk about my problems rather than this hitlist for a change?â Serena decided to continue regardless if he said yes or no. âMy familyâs been being a bigger ass than usual and honestly at this point Iâm ready to give in to the devil and allow them to take my soul. Iâll become a mindless drone with no feels. Could you imagine that even? It seems like the only choice at this point though.â Her eyes were rimmed with crimson, sleeping was practically impossible when she had so much on her plate. âAll I wanna do is get a piggy back ride and steal french fries. Something normal for once. Iâm all for drama and passion but Iâve lived with such boring drama for so long that I need something new, refreshing even. Like two guys fighting over me in a battle of my heart or finding out that I secretly have a robot being built of me that my family made so they can kill me off next. A break would be cool too. Even soap opera characters get a break from time to time, why not me? However, Iâm sure thatâs impossible at this point!â Fingering through her chocolate brown locks, she looked into the boyâs eyes, her eyes screaming âdesperationâ. âThings are going better for you though, right?â
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Even with her trying to concentrate and trying to block everything else out, she was still distracted and not just by the guy sitting next to her but by her own wild thoughts. As she flipped the pages of her book his pen had fallen on top of her. Picking it up and setting it back down next to him she decided to speak, âdonât let your pens go flying around, even if people here have money theyâd steal a good pen.â
A smile tugged at his lips as he took back the pen into his own hands. "With everything going on at the moment, it's glad to see someone who cares about stolen pens." He confessed with a nod.
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Tom paused and let his thoughts take the reins for a moment as he though of the girl's question. "I'd say I'd go for Chinese â the pizza here's far from my favorite." He confessed earnestly, his voice warm.
âOK, really important question for you ââ she paused, as if for dramatic effect. âChinese or pizza? I mean, pizza was last night, but whatâs so bad about having it two nights in a row, right?â Distraction was key in moments like this, when so much tragedy circulated around. She needed to get her mind off of it, and what better way than with food.
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So apparently the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, right Tom? If I were you, I would send in your vote sooner rather than later. After all, wouldn't want any of your 'friends' to figure this out, right? - Eastwood Hitlist.
âIâm glad to see the police will soon expose you and send you right where you belong. Best of luck.â
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â iâll let them know if you ever decide to call it quits. iâm sure theyâll be THRILLED to have such a thoughtful student. â
Tom shrugged, "At least it puts my death into my own hands and not some lunatic's."
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âTheyâll probably leave once they find out whoever is guilty for that girlâs murder. Thereâs literally an online blog posting shit about it and targeting more people and they canât find a good hacker to track the bastard down. They either suck or whoever is behind that blog is receiving one hell of a good education in the computer science department.â
"I'd say they suck. Typical Police. Never do anything right and just keep bothering everyone else." Tom shook his head, a hint of annoyance coating his words.
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Rory merely gives an unamused shrug of her shoulders, âWho knows. Maybe theyâre strippers.â
Tom furrows his eyebrows at the girl's response. "Although I confess I'd feel safer if they were strippers, I highly doubt that's the case."â
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âAfter a night like that, it took me about two days to drink again; I spent the first day in sweats and a hoodie with a hangover, then the second day I drank, but all I had was one cocktail,â Cara reminisced, her mind returning to her early memories of college. âThereâve been some nights where Iâve gotten wasted, but that night was the most drunk Iâve ever been.â
Tom chuckled, images of the life he could've had had everything played out differently with his father flashing in his head. "Aren't you a wild one?" He said, a smile tugging at his lips.Â
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âââ     â National news⊠â he echoed, scoffing. â How stupid. I guess even the most prestigious of institutions can fall prey to nonsense gossip and a fake scandal. I think I should march up to the school newspaper team members and kick their asses. â
     For the first time, Percival looked over at the person he was talking to. He had been waiting for a professor outside of a classroom, but it looked like maybe she wasnât going to show.
Tom ran his fingers through his hair. He knew gossip and scandal too well. They seemed to be those annoying family members you can never manage to get rid of. "I think the entire school would thank you for that if you did. Hell, I'd worship you. Stupid press doesn't let anyone continue their lives in peace." He remarked, suddenly remembering how the the music studios were flooded with phones and cameras as aspiring journalists attempted to come up with theories for Nora's death. "As if they'd ever accomplish anything, anyways. Stupid ambition."
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Tom didn't know what he was doing in the park. He could feel the sweat on the back of his neck and under his brow as his body attempted to accept the heat. Gods, how he hated the heat, but he hated this new surge of events more and suddenly the pleasure he found in solitude seemed to be less nurturing. Â Seeking company, he scanned the area in front of him, catching a glimpse of CC and slowly made his way towards her. "I hate this new warm weather." He said, looking upwards towards the scorching sunlight shining upon him and taking a seat beside her.Â
CC had been lost in their own thoughts for a while, having been sitting in the park for a while now. The recent events had the whole school freaking out, and CC wasnât nearly high enough to deal with it right now. Hearing someone come up behind them, they turned to face the person. âSorry, Iâm a little bit out of it. Whatâs up?â
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âââ Â Â Â Â â Hard to be discreet when basically the entire school knows about this stupid thing, â Percival sighed, observing the dressed-up officers with something akin to disgust. Â â I canât believe theyâre taking this so seriously. Youâd think maybe they should have cared this much about the huge spike of freshman rapes. â
Tom nodded. "Pretty sure they only care about it because it's national news." His lips parted into a sigh, "Freshmen rapes unfortunately aren't exactly new stories." Tom noted, his voice suddenly fading before sarcastically adding, "Nice Eastwood. Very nice."
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âEver since it happened, I havenât really been out, so itâs been a weird week for me, being basically sober and all. What you need though is to get absolutely hammered, and maybe thatâll shake things up a bit. I remember freshmen year I was stuck in this rut, so I went out, got wasted, and after the brutal hangover, I got out of the rut.â
Tom nodded, "That definitely seems tempting...how long did it take you to drink again, though?" He asked, suddenly curious about her past.
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âYouâre right, itâs kind of a mood killer. I wouldnât worry if I were you though, I mean youâre a strong guy I donât think this killer, if they exist, would really come after you. But letâs not talk about that,â she said, taking another sip from her drink. âHowâve you been lately?â
"I've been okay, pretty bored actually. I mean sure, the murder rattled everyone up, but life's pretty much been the same, monotonous thing as ever." He confessed.
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â two dead bodies in a week? come on now, you and i both know people here cannot handle that. â
Tom chuckled. "You're right. They'd go broke spending more money on funerals, bonfires, memorials and all that stuff people do for a girl who was apparently hated by all". He sighed, "I'd like to hope I'd be less of a financial burden."
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