Aiden didn’t pay him any mind until they were almost at the classroom, yet Tristan was still right behind him. He suddenly turned, causing Tristan to almost bump into him but stopping just in time.
“Can you just stop following me already? It’s annoying!” Aiden snapped.
“I want to. I REALLY want to. It irritates me to follow you,” Tristan muttered, his frustration evident.
“Then stop. It’s even more irritating for me,” Aiden said, walking into the classroom. His friends, who had been about to wave at him, hesitated when they saw Tristan following closely behind.
Aiden suddenly paused and turned to face Tristan, who stopped in his tracks. Aiden slowly approached Tristan, who took a step back each time, until his back was pressed against the wall in front of the classroom. The students in
