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fair? Among all the seniors, he had to be paired with Tristan? That alone got on his nerves and he ha

r him but without turning back, he

roy said, catching up with him. Aiden rolled

" Troy kept going, "What's

owards him, the look on his face

tight lips. Troy only nodded and threw up his hands, not particularly both

me? You in?" Troy asked, t

walk off towards the locker room, still furious. He

*

eeth clenched with each bounce as he moved across the outdoor court. His min

anyone other than his stepbrother? The guy had managed to annoy him since day one.

Aiden muttered,

ast it but Aiden didn't care. His mind was too distracted. His frien

but they never really understood why Aiden got so riled up about being paired wit

where he usually was seen in school; no doubt that was actually where he spends most of his tim

s first year. Tristan walked with a steady, purposeful stride, ignoring the gazes of some of the fem

Tris

a girl approach

greeted he

ouldn't find it yesterday," she asked, her smile widen

using for a moment. "I can help you find it later if you'd lik

ef exchange was just long enough to ho

ght of walking with him. Though Tristan rarely smiled at others

id. Tristan only nodded, figuring there was no need to i

Without warning, he hurled the ball in Tristan's direction. He wasn't aiming at anything in particular-

thud. He stumbled backward, eyes wide with shock as sharp pain hit him

blinked in disbelief, his hand moving to his nose.

ard them. All he could focus on was the pain

him a tissue, which Trista

," he m

that. For a split second, his lips parted, ready to shout something, maybe an apology. But as he watched Tri

uth. His frustration melted away, replaced b

rning into something darker. Without a second thoug

stead of offering help or admit the hit had been an accident, he bumped hard in

atherine said, ready to go after

ght" he as

e said, helping him with his back

iends wondered, staring at Aiden as h

, the smirk turned in to an even wider grin. He didn't care about the basketball game anymore. All he knew was th

*

both clean and dirty were carelessly tossed across the floor, some hanging off the edge of the bed, and spilling out of drawers that had clearly been yanked open without a care. There

as a flag. He figured that this was not an accident. No, this was intentional.

he music off. Aiden, who apparently had been sleeping with his eye

g his way to his bed and tossing his backpack down. Aiden let out an irritated laugh. If the

iden stood and went to

warned, his voice and expression deadly serious. He'd alw

e. Tristan shut his eyes, his hand rubbing at his tem

ce, immaturity, even. But now I see it's worse than that.

ing step forward, his fists clenched as he tri

, picking fights, trying to get under my skin... it's funny. Shouldn't 'I' be the one doing that? A

oat, his fists tightening even f

enom. "Or did you already forget? Your mom dumped your dad when he went broke. I still don't know how he managed to f

g squarely with Tristan's face, landing a hard punch th