All Chapters of Love In The Gray: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aiden angrily stormed out of the classroom, not responding to the lecturer’s call. How was this even fair? Among all the seniors, he had to be paired with Tristan? That alone got on his nerves and he hated everything else about it too. In fact, it gave him a reason to drop this course—if only he could.“Aiden?” He heard someone call after him but without turning back, he knew it would be one of his friends.“You shouldn’t have left class like that.” Troy said, catching up with him. Aiden rolled his eyes and flicked his hand at the comment.“But that’s not my concern” Troy kept going, “What’s up with you and Tristan?”At that, Aiden suddenly turned towards him, the look on his face so deadly it could stop a heart.“Don’t ever, 'ever', mention that name near me again. ’’ Aiden said through tight lips. Troy only nodded and threw up his hands, not particularly bothered. That was Aiden's problem and he could deal with it however he wanted.“So, what about today’s game? You in?” Troy asked,

"Tristan..." she called, her voice filled with surprise. She couldn't believe he had just raised his voice at her—something he had never done before."You always manage to spoil my mood," Tristan said, taking off his glasses as he walked to his wardrobe. He pulled out a bedspread and laid it on the floor."You can take the bed" he muttered, lying down and turning his back to his mother, who sighed sadly.The pain of trying to get the two boys on good terms was eating her up. She couldn't just leave Aiden like that. She pitied him, pitied what he had endured in the past, and she believed that was why he resented having a new mom."Please, for my sake, Tristan, be kind to Aiden and be mindful of what you say to him... please," she said, her voice soft and pleading. Tristan rolled his eyes subtly. Why was she trying so hard to make Aiden like her? It didn’t make sense to him."I need to be at school by 7 a.m.," he replied curtly, still refusing to face his mother.*****Troy and Jefferso

Aiden clenched his fists tightly as Tristan whispered those words. Jefferson, noticing this, quickly moved closer and attempted to grab Aiden’s hands, trying to prevent him from making a scene. But Aiden was not about to let this go.It felt like Tristan was mocking him, and Aiden hated it. Why would he ever need Tristan as a brother? The only relative he had ever truly needed or wanted had died when he was six. Tristan was really getting on his nerves, and every word out of his mouth was just making things worse. Aiden felt the urge to punch him and ruin his face completely, but since he had a reputation for always causing trouble, he decided to keep his anger in check—maybe just for today."Well, you know where to find me when you need me," Tristan said, pausing as Aiden suddenly marched closer, closing the distance between them until they were eye-to-eye. Aiden’s gaze was fiery, his eyes burning red with anger, but Tristan just stared back, unfazed. He didn’t care. This wasn’t the

Tristan sighed and sat on the edge of his bed, feeling frustrated. Was Aiden sent from hell to torment him? Why had the school involved him with Aiden in the first place? He shouldn't be concerned with matters like this, especially anything to do with Aiden. He needed to find a way to get himself out of this mess."I can't coach him. I won’t coach him," he muttered, standing and making his way toward the bathroom. "If he passes, fine. If he fails, it’s on him. None of my business." But just as he reached the bathroom door, a troubling thought struck him, halting his steps.He might not care about Aiden, but what if the school ignored his plea? What if they kept forcing Aiden on him? These thoughts gnawed at him. Aiden had been stubborn from the beginning, but Tristan thought they'd reached an agreement before the match. So why was Aiden still being such a pain in the neck?"Why is this happening to me?" he groaned, running his hands through his thick black hair in frustration. Everyth

Aiden froze as Tristan's words hit him like a punch to the gut. His mind went blank, except for the echo of those cruel words—a word his mother had constantly used on him, a word that had almost driven him to take his own life. A word that was a part of the past he desperately wanted to forget. A past that haunted him then, and still haunted him now.Tristan had just opened the door for those nightmares to resurface.For a moment, neither of them spoke. Tristan stared at Aiden, whose eyes were red with emotion. He could see the hurt in Aiden’s eyes, and his own widened slightly as if realizing he’d crossed a line. Yet, he didn’t take back his words, as he silently watched Aiden clenched his fists.Aiden slowly stood up, his face pale and his eyes burning.“Screw you,” he gritted out before storming out of the library, trying to keep himself from losing his mind entirely.Tristan remained where he was, watching Aiden walk away until he disappeared through the doors. Guilt gnawed at him