All Chapters of Love In The Gray: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Coach Williams walked into the dorm, immediately noticing it was empty. Just as he began to wonder where everyone was, the door swung open, and Kai and Troy entered first, followed by the rest of the team.“Any sign of Aiden?” the coach asked as they walked in.“He didn’t sleep here last night,” Colby explained. “He told us he’d be out for a while but never came back. We’ve been searching for him, but we still can’t find him.”The coach ran a hand through his hair as he tried to think of where Aiden might be. Time was running out. There were only minutes before the game, and they couldn’t afford to waste any more.“You know what? Let’s split up and search the area. He might have gotten lost,” the coach ordered. The players nodded and immediately began to head out, starting their search.---“Tristan, where the hell are you?” Faustino muttered aloud, clearly frustrated. He placed his hands on his hips and let out a long sigh. He’d just woken up and realized Tristan was nowhere to be fo

The game was over, but the crowd was still cheering loudly. Troy walked over to Aiden, helping and guiding him to the clinic to bandage his sprained ankle, his face etched with worry. Finding the clinic wasn’t hard, as staff were stationed to direct them. Aiden let out a loud wince as Troy helped him onto the examination table. He winced again, adjusting his leg in an attempt to ease the pain. "The nurse isn’t here," Troy muttered, glancing around the empty room. With a sigh, he went to grab the first aid kit from the counter. Seeing what Troy was planning, Aiden quickly shook his head."Seriously, I’m fine," Aiden insisted, pulling his leg back to keep Troy from touching it.Troy frowned, clearly unconvinced. "Stop being stubborn, Aiden," he said firmly, trying again, but Aiden jerked his leg away once more. Determined, Troy opened the first aid kit, pulling out a tube of ointment and a roll of bandages. "This isn’t up for debate. Stop being difficult and give me your leg

The school bell had rung minutes ago, but Aiden remained seated, hoping Tristan wouldn’t come looking for him. For the past week, he had ignored Tristan’s calls, texts, and casual attempts to talk. He didn’t fully understand why he was acting this way. Part of him had expected Tristan to address the incident with Catherine, but no such conversation came. Instead, all Tristan seemed to care about since they returned from the game was studying, and it irritated Aiden to no end."I hate him so much," he muttered under his breath, though he knew the words were a lie. With a heavy sigh, he rested his head against the desk, attempting to close his eyes. But then, he caught sight of a familiar figure, forcing his eyes to snap open again.Sure enough, there was Tristan, walking toward him with the same determination he’d shown for the past few days. Aiden groaned internally. He’d gotten good at ignoring Tristan; slipping out of class the moment Tristan showed up, but today it seemed escape wa

Aiden pushed the door open and stepped into the house, letting it swing shut behind him. He dropped his bag on the couch and ran a hand through his hair, clearly exhausted. Andrew, his father, sat at the dining table with a newspaper in hand. He glanced up at the sound of the door closing, then folded the paper neatly and set it aside when he noticed it was Aiden who had come in. "You're home?" his dad asked, glancing briefly toward the door for any sign of Tristan. Seeing none, he turned his attention back to Aiden. "Did you come home alone?" he asked, his tone calm but curious. Aiden rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Yeah. My so-called 'older brother' is on his way," he replied, his voice filled with sarcasm as he made his way toward the stairs.Andrew raised an eyebrow at the comment, watching his son’s retreating back. For a moment, he considered pressing for more information but decided against it. Were the two boys starting to get along, or was this just another one of Aiden’s s

Tristan sat on his bed, the faint glow of his phone casting shadows across his face in the dimly lit room. His fingers hovered over the screen, refreshing his messages over and over. Hours had passed since Aiden left with Serene to grab dinner. Surely, something would come through—a text, a call...anything to show that Aiden needed him. Maybe Serene couldn’t handle Aiden if he got drunk. Maybe Aiden would say something careless and start a fight. Maybe Aiden would remember he existed. Maybe... Maybe... Maybe. But nothing came. Frustrated, he tossed the phone onto the bed. The thought of calling Aiden crossed his mind, but he dismissed it almost immediately. What would he even say? "Hey, are you okay?" God, it sounded ridiculous, even in his head. He got up and started pacing, running a hand through his hair. He hated this feeling—the knot in his chest, the gnawing need to know where Aiden was and what he was doing. Worse, he hated imagining Aiden smiling and laughing with Se