Chapter 6 The Coaching Deal

• Aiden clenched his fists tightly as Tristan whispered those words. Jefferson, noticing this, quickly moved closer and attempted to grab Aiden’s hands, trying to prevent him from making a scene. But Aiden was not about to let this go.
• It felt like Tristan was mocking him, and Aiden hated it. Why would he ever need Tristan as a brother? The only relative he had ever truly needed or wanted had died when he was six. Tristan was really getting on his nerves, and every word out of his mouth was just making things worse. Aiden felt the urge to punch him and ruin his face completely, but since he had a reputation for always causing trouble, he decided to keep his anger in check—maybe just for today.
• "Well, you know where to find me when you need me," Tristan said, pausing as Aiden suddenly marched closer, closing the distance between them until they were eye-to-eye. Aiden’s gaze was fiery, his eyes burning red with anger, but Tristan just stared back, unfazed. He didn’t care. This wasn’t the first time he had seen that look—he’d seen it both at home and back in their high school days. It didn’t faze himin the slightest.