punch at Tristan before he could retaliate. Tristan shot

ack for months, trying to stay calm, but it wasn't working anymore. For too long, he h

s fist mid-air, using his free hand to throw a

dorm room with the sound of shattering glass, bodies slamming against

he ground, blood trickling from his lips. Aiden wasted no

Aiden shouted, the memory of his past flickering in his eyes. His knu

t back-and he found one. He kicked Aiden hard

he hovered over him and began landing punches to Aiden's fac

tighter than before-one that could easily knock Aiden unconscious. Just as his

st still in the air, fury boiling inside him at the interruption. Taking advantage

orway, her eyes darting between her two bruised an

strode toward Tristan, her express

ard across the face, intensifying the pain he already felt. His jaw clenched, his eyes br

t stung the most was knowing she always took Aiden's sid

ger brother like this? What's gotten into you? T

e. He knew it wouldn't matter what he said-his mom had already made up her mind. To her, h

n to Aiden, whose lip was busted, blood tr

reaching out to touch his injured

sharp with anger, his eyes dangerously intense as he took a step back,

I didn

ng with unshed tears. Without another word, he stormed out

ce Tristan. Only now did she seem to notice the bruises on his face

nd heading to the bathroom. He heard his mother s

he shower. Shouldn't his mom care about him too? Why was it al

the marriage, despite knowing how much they hated to be force

, tears slid down his face, mixi

*

ered, glancing between Jefferson and Kai. They were closer to Aiden than Sam and Colb

me, she's nothing special, so you don't have to try so hard to ace that test. Not that

hed it off, grabbing a basketball from the r

oys shrugged. Just as Troy was about to resume practicing, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and frow

y muttered, holding up his

eal this time

he still living with him when he hates the guy so much? I can't figure out what's going on in his head.

e basketball under his arm as he walked over. "The guy doesn't even want to talk

nd him." He took the lead, knowing nearly every spot Aiden might go to clear h

*

d off campus, they still hadn't found Aiden. Troy deci

ey entered the slightly secluded frat house, they spotted Aiden

iden and dropped it in the ashtray, then pushed aside t

d when he noticed the bruises on Aiden

ipping from his eye. "Why would he mention

eft his friends stunned. It was the first time the

ed, looking between Sam and Jefferson,

iden mumbled, his words filled with drunken

out killing Tristan? How can you suggest that

th him, then?" Jefferson

**

cautious. She knew her earlier words had hurt

d his glasses down to the bridge of his nose as he looked a

ade him sigh softly, already know

tay the night," he said, turning his ga

board. The mention of Aiden's name always got on Tristan's nerves especially

ack... It's nothing new. It's just how he is," he muttered,

a.m., she stirred awake after having slept off while waiting. She glanced around,

itting upright. Tristan inhaled d

ever talk about is him. Why do you keep supp

...

ff softly, but firmly. "Sto

this time, he slammed the textbook down on h

houted, finally losing control of his temper. Brittany flinched, shocked by