All Chapters of Love In The Gray: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Tristan’s eyes were still wide open, and for a moment, he considered leaving Aiden by the roadside. But he took a deep breath, reminding himself that Aiden hadn’t done this on purpose—he was drunk. Despite his frustration, Tristan decided to help him get home. He flagged down a cab, and they got in. After telling the driver their destination, Tristan leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes as the ride began. ****** With his arm tightly wrapped around Aiden’s waist, Tristan struggled to get the drunk Aiden to their dorm. The distance felt like miles and he was beyond frustrated. This wasn’t how he wanted to spend his night, but here he was, taking care of a drunk Aiden, who would probably throw a fit if he remembered who brought him home. Tristan’s thoughts drifted to the memory of their lips brushing, and he sighed in annoyance. He wasn’t going to let Aiden use that incident against him. After all, Aiden was the one who had gotten drunk and acted without thinking. As Aiden le

Aiden stumbled home, slightly tipsy, clutching a bottle of beer in his hand. As he entered the room, he sank down onto Tristan's desk chair, taking another swig from the bottle. He couldn't stop thinking about the brief kiss during the dare game, and it was frustrating because it felt like he wanted more.Each gulp he took was a futile attempt to drown out the memory. The sound of running water from the bathroom told him that Tristan was showering. The same guy he claimed to hate... and crazily, the same guy he now longed for. It made no sense, and it tore at him. As far as he knew, he wasn’t gay. Then why was he suddenly craving another guy's lips? How could they be so... soft?He tried to focus on something... anything... to distract himself, but his mind kept circling back to the kiss.He swallowed hard, eyes flicking to the closed bathroom door. He took another gulp of the bitter liquid, convincing himself it had to be the alcohol messing with his head. The real him wouldn’t be th

Aiden walked into the classroom a few minutes after the incident, and Sam barely gave him a moment to settle before speaking up."So… was Tristan's ass soft?" he asked. Aiden shot him a glare as he dropped his backpack onto the desk with a thud. That was the last question he wanted to answer; just thinking about the incident made him mad."Did you apologize?" Kai asked, taking a seat across from him."Why should I apologize when he’s the one who should’ve moved?" Aiden replied. Colby raised an eyebrow and laughed loudly.“It must have been hilarious. I can’t believe I missed a sight like that,” he added, still chuckling, but Aiden chose to ignore him.Aiden realized there was no point in trying to defend himself or explain his actions, so he stayed silent, watching his friends annoy him with their teasing. He decided to let their banter slide; it wasn’t anything new."Instead of apologizing, why did you tell him to ‘watch where he was going’? That’s… kinda harsh, don’t you think? You

Aiden took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he struggled to calm the anger burning within him. It shouldn’t bother him; it shouldn’t be any of his business, but just the thought made his blood boil, and he had no idea why.Trying to control his anger and ignore Tristan’s presence, he decided to walk past him. But as he moved and stepped ahead, Tristan dropped his phone and grabbed Aiden’s wrist, pulling him closer.Aiden’s irritation flared as he yanked his hand away. “Get your filthy hands off me,” he snapped, the anger he’d been trying to suppress now spilling over.“I was waiting for you so we could talk,” Tristan said, ignoring Aiden’s outburst. Aiden let out a bitter scoff.“Shut the f*ck up. We have nothing to discuss,” he replied sharply. Tristan stepped closer, closing his eyes in frustration, his lips pressed into a thin line.“Aiden, could you, for once—” Tristan started.“Oh, don’t tell me you’re here hoping for an apology over the ‘butt’ incident or whatever,” Aiden inte

He felt confused, but he refused to let Tristan see that side of him. With a quick movement, he looked away and stood up abruptly, a frown creasing his forehead.“W-who said you could get that close to me?” he demanded, his voice rising but shaky. He mentally cursed himself for the unsteady tone.Tristan, however, was not in the mood to argue and decided to let Aiden have his way this time. “What about another deal, then?” Tristan suggested, leaning against Aiden’s desk. Aiden shot him a glare, wondering what kind of nonsense Tristan was spouting now.“If you pass the test, you’ll let me coach you,” Tristan continued. Aiden scoffed. Brianna had assured him that Tristan wouldn’t coach him if he passed, but asking for Tristan’s help was still unthinkable, even if it meant passing tomorrow’s test.“Whoever said I needed your help? Get the hell away from me,” he snapped. The sight of Tristan disgusted him. The memory of seeing Tristan in the restroom, shamelessly getting intimate with som