Ashton tore around his room, books and papers being thrown the moment he touched them. The chair by his desk was left overturned on the floor and his laundry basket tipped over by the closet. He swore a few times before throwing his pillow at the wall. He paused, taking a breath as he looked around the room, seeing his destruction. He groaned and kicked his bedframe before falling on to the mattress, face pressed into his sheets. His fist came down on the bed next to him, followed by another muffled string of explitives.