break away ((jacob n.))

Sparrow was in his half of the dorm strumming his guitar on the bed. He really couldn't understand why his father always made Jacob seem like a villain; from all the times they've talked, Jacob was actually rather sweet. He looked up at the ceiling not paying attention to much else. He had been rather sick about hearing gossip involving the royal family, and he didn't want to get involved with it.

Jacob sighed as he entered his dorm room his father was yet again trying to get into his heaf and mess with his thoughts he honestly hated how he had condemed Sparrow without even trying to get to him just because he was the son of his enemy. Smiling as he saw Sparrow was already in the room and playing his guitar. He said nothing though and just went to sit on his bunk he had to hear his own head his own thoughts. He wanted to scream at the pressure his father was putting him undet and how he was trying to control his life. It just wasn't fair n9thing was fiar it was his life and he should be able to live it how he would see fit. He knew his father would have a hay day if he found out that he preferred boys over girls as that was just not the way a Nottingham does things. He was beginning to hate the name and all the traditions that went with and what it stood for.

It had taken a while for Sparrow to realize that Jacob had entered the dorm. He briefly paused his strumming of the guitar and greeted, "Hey, Jacob." He couldn't understand why tradition was such a big deal. Although he has quite a liking toward gold, he wasn't a conman like this father. All he really wants to do is enjoy himself and play music. Why was that so hard for his father to understand? "So, how has your day been?"