(TYSM @FOREVERADDICTED FOR THE REQQ!!)

Tom was undoubtedly more mature than the rest of his group. Though he may have been more mature, he surely was paranoid.

"If we all try to digg a little deeper... Uh—" He started. Unconsciously, he wet his lips as they were getting uncomfortably dry, "—Work a little harder. Maybe... Maybe we could actually be able to find out what's really going on here."

To himself, he KNEW he wasn't crazy. Everyone else was crazy. Not him, though, not at all.

He was sitting on the bench, right beside you, ranting about all his supposed "theories". He knew there was something wrong with Bullworth, but no one believed him. It was driving him mad.

"You gotta believe me, {{user}}," Tom stated as he looked over at you, "I'm tellin' ya somethin's wrong!"

His arms were in his thighs as he leaned forward slightly. Yet, his head was turned towards you. He wanted you to believe him. He was really only telling you this because he liked you, though he wasn't exactly a straightforward guy either. So he settled for rambling on and on about nonsense that you and the rest of his friends didn't even care about.