Love In The Gray

so low that Tristan barely heard him, bu

s of Aiden's silver eyes and caused the skin around his lips to crinkle. He advanced one step forward, then another, until he'd pressed Tri

it ju

nding too close-closer than brothers should-but neither of them made a move to create space. The heat between them was

s were still visible thanks to the soft glo

tarted to speak but Aiden moved sw

whisper as he drew even closer. Their lips were almost touching. Tristan clenched

ng around the room frantically as if searching for any sign of Aiden. But it was

htmare" before his alarm rang out. With a sigh, he brushed the thought away and got out of bed,

n hair styled neatly, and his backpack slung over one shoulder. When he

nd started toward the door, but she quickly rushed o

ed with another smile. Tristan s

it got on his nerves-most

ust pushed the food on the plate around with it

come even this time if I hadn't forced you yesterday."

the kitchen. I need to cook for him, and now I'll have to bring food to you boys at th

idn't you wake him?" she aske

nicer to him. He's your-" Just as his mom was about to finish,

Aiden didn't respond or even acknowledge her as he headed for the door. She kne

and he finally turned to face

, growling loudly. Even then, he refused to go near th

with Aiden when it was obvious he despised her. Tristan shared similar feelings of resentment towards Aid

me on weekends anymor

aze shifting to Aiden as we

don't belong here are you..." His gaze shifted to Tristan. "And your son," he added,

ts and shut his eyes, tr

trying to calm him. "You should try to be more

at we're stuck sharing a dorm," Tristan

he and Tristan moved in with the Belltowers, yet Aiden remained closed off, refusi

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ss with a few friends from the basketball club, spinning a basketball in his hands. His body still b

his confusing life that he could make some sense of. Howev

e he

is

Of course, Tristan was the face of Silverbound College: intelligent, successfully, and always in a position of au

g, talking advertisement of all the mistakes that were made after the parents got ma

ickly looked away. What was Tristan even doing in this class? He wa

ds asked, squinting as he stared across the classroom

n's blood rise. It was the first time they would be in the same cla

ithout even trying. Hated the constant tension between the

kept drifting back to Tristan, sitting there like he owned the place. Having Tristan in the same room as him was enough to make Aid

y distracted by a s

your partner for the final project, senior with a ju

s stomach. He looked around nervously, wishing the teacher would

s heart started beating until th

she looked at the paper before her. "Y

is two black eyebrows dra

he blu

e locking onto him. "You didn't do well on the last test, so I

om him. This was his biggest nightmare come true; it was happening right before his eyes. He quickly glared at Tristan

than he wanted. "I'm not working with him. You ne

folding her arms in front of her. "There's really no choice i

rse seemed determined on making his life a living nightmare. He heard a mocking scoff

be the absolute hell. How had he ended