ne crazy," Aiden said as

een the two of them. "Since you're both here,

d in unison, causing Brittany to fall silent

like this before. I thought maybe

on again, further irritating Aiden as

led after him, but Aiden

an greeted politely, befor

tarted, her voice dropping, "had breakf

ked as he approached his wife, who

..." she said, causing her

he inquired, look

ctually ate what I cooked " she said, her excitement clear, as though sh

We just need to be patient" he

ed, smiling even wider. Maybe, just maybe, she

**

his shadow. Irritated, Aiden suddenly stopped and sp

Aiden snapped. Tristan shook his head, sign

like this if you'd stayed at the dorm," Tristan explaine

or us to start? Because

ollowing me." He resumed his walk to school, but the fact tha

ng? End this nonsense before I lose the last shred of p

eplied evenly, causing Ai

away, attempting to ignore Tristan. But just as he started walking again,

rawing the attention of some passersby who whispered among themselves

n this? My life's on the line too, you idiot

ere just an arrogant jerk, but I had no idea you had such a tale

ely able to control himself from throwing a punch. Aiden smirked

tan asked, not bot

ching. There's more to it, isn't there?" he

under Aiden's gaze as he as

isgusted expression, his face squinting into a frown as he

his bag, pulled out the envelope Miss Bri

one coach. So cut the crap and go through this," Tristan said as Aiden took the envel

aught his attention. Who were they kidding? Tristan coaching him in just one subject wasn't enou

t," he muttered, folding the envelope in his hand b

," he said nonchalantly and resumed walking. Tristan exhaled in frustratio

room, yet Tristan was still right behind him. He suddenly turned,

owing me already? It's

rritates me to follow you," Trista

ng into the classroom. His friends, who had been about to wave a

approached Tristan, who took a step back each time, until his back was pressed against the

e nightmare he had a few weeks ago

iden stood his ground, leaning in closer. Tristan

ht start thinking you like me an

irst time in days, he wasn't sure whether he w

h wish?" he said, m

I'll consider your offer," Aiden said

lly affect me... Failing has been part of my life

eparing himself for what he had to say. "Please," he added, his voice quieter, and

ckled in satisfaction, slowly turning to face Tristan, a teasing smirk on his lips. Thos

n his face. Tristan, realizing Aiden was enjoying taunting him, sighed deeply and wa

en hadn't known Tristan to be the type to plead, but cle

" Colby asked, sliding into the seat next to

g of how to make the coaching pure hell for

**

nds stuffed in his pockets, he sighed. He wasn't looking forward to this at all. His eyes scanned the room until he spotted Tristan sitting at the

said, flipping a page a

retorted, sinking into t

istan asked, finally glancing up. His eyes held a glint of irritat

r with," Aiden muttered,

rategies, sounding robotic in his precision. But the more Tristan talked, the m

t," Trist

, not even trying t

cting," Tristan replied,

on the table. Tristan's eyes drifted from the textbook, noticing Aiden's drumming. He inha

aying attention as you do being annoying, you would

r this, did I? And I need you? Oh, come on, Tristan, it's the opposite. Without

ng his glasses and giv

me into this mess... remember

hance to walk away. No one's forcing you to

someone like you? But what choice do I have? If you keep failing, I keep getting stuck in this nightmare of coachi

mming his fist on the desk, drawing

ing. "Even if you're dumb, you should at least know how to use c

annoying you ar

, laced with something darker than his usual annoyance. "The best option would've been if you di

ords hitting him h