Ty hadn't had a good weekend. Finals were looming over him for the next two weeks, his exams were promising to be less than fun, and to top it off...he'd spent two hours on the phone hearing what could have been the worst news of his life. Sarah had spent the whole call rotating between tears, and screaming, and more tears. And it had taken a lot for him to not say 'fuck it' to everything and leave right then and there. New York City was both incredibly close, and a million miles away all at once. At the end of the night it had been Izak who had told him 'no'. Izak.

But that hadn't stopped Ty from going to the gym afterward and trying to punch a hole through a punching bag as he stewed on it. His bunk mate, Glenn Thompson, had heard most of the conversation...and like Izak, and promised there really wasn't anything he could do. At least...nothing he could do that would be worth losing his whole career over.

Even if it was his twin.

Sarah, too, had finally told him to stay. Promised him that she was going to be fine. Izak was there. Their dads were coming. Even Greg was coming- not, he reflected, that Greg showing up gave him any piece of mind. Except, perhaps, that Greg didn't care if he was arrested for putting Sarah's ex through a wall.

Donovan had come around that morning, to talk more sense into him. And through the combined efforts of Thompson and Donovan, Ty finally agreed to stay- even if it was moodily wrenched from him. But it did not help him focus. None of their talking helped him quell the rage in the pit of his stomach, and so help him (he thought) he was going to New York City before Chicago the second he was released from the Academy for holiday.

His phone buzzed, and Ty looked down to a text from Sarah's roommate, Heather. It was an update, mostly. Letting him know that his parents were there, that there was talk of charges and some such. She followed it after a moment with 'you okay?'

'No.' He texted back, frowning at the phone. 'I should be there.'

'and do what?' She shot back, with a frowning emoji. 'She'll be fine. Jesse will get what's coming to him.'

'He'll get my fist in his face if I ever see him.' He shot back, his left hand balling into tight fist as he let out an angry huff. 'I got to go' He typed after a second, before readjusting himself in the chair of the library. He needed to study, he thought to himself as he pulled out his earbuds and slipped them in.

It might be angry studying, but he did need to do it....his choice of music was just going to have to help him defuse his temper.