Aiden marched Tristan down the deserted hallway, gripping his arm tightly as he pulled him into an empty classroom. With school hours over, the room was completely silent. The moment they were inside, Tristan yanked his arm free, rubbing his wrist with an exaggerated look of annoyance.
"What's your problem? Why drag me in here?" he demanded, his brows narrowing.
"You're supposed to be helping me with my studies, remember? Not hanging out with some girl," Aiden blurted out before he could hold back. Tristan let out a laugh, clearly entertained. It was, without a doubt, the most ridiculous thing he’d heard all day.
Helping Aiden with his studies? What a joke.
"Oh, really? And since when did 'you' start caring about our study sessions?" Tristan challenged, crossing his arms.
Aiden hesita
