aidan
he chases everett, grabbing his sleeve and tugging slightly to grab his attention. "would you just talk to me? what's going on?"
everett stops. aidan stops. the world stops.
everyone is staring at the pair, including eve and yasmine.
everyone is staring at aidan clutching the edge of everett's jacket. and the possibility that they somehow know everything is chilling.
"fuck off," everett says, voice monotone, no hint of any sentiment.
aidan can't help but think that the other boy partly means it.