Dylan had been watching Tristan closely, noticing how distracted he had become. The weight of everything was clearly taking a toll on him, and it was only getting worse.
“Jersey, you need to talk to Drake,” Dylan said, his voice laced with urgency. “Tristan’s not doing well at all.”
Jersey sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I will, man. I’ll try.”
Meanwhile, Dylan also approached Nathan. “Tristan isn’t okay, Nathan. He’s falling apart.”
Nathan scoffed, crossing his arms. “Oh, now you care? Did you forget I was told to mind my f*****g business?” But despite his cold response, something flickered in his eyes—worry, buried beneath the bitterness.
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That day, Tristan couldn’t make it through school. He left halfway, unable to focus, his mind drowning in turmoil. When he arrived hom
