Aiden’s POV
The sun seeps through the gym’s high windows. It's rays glinting off the polished wooden floor. The sharp squeak of sneakers, the rhythmic bounce of basketballs, and the occasional shouted joke all combine to create the usual soundtrack of gym class.
I lean against the far wall, spinning a basketball lazily in my hands, my eyes scanning the court. Nathan is standing by the side, leaning against the bleachers, his arms crossed, his face a mask of irritation.
Normally, Nathan thrives in this kind of setting—commanding the room, tossing out sarcastic quips, and effortlessly reminding everyone why he’s the king of our little social circle. But today, he’s different.
Quiet.
Brooding.
It’s not just the silence that bothers me. Nathan’s always had a moody streak, sure, but t
