HATE HIM, TILL I NEED HIM
My mouth opened to defend myself but Peter jumped in between us.
“Woah, woah, woah,” Peter frowned. “Aiden is a good guy. He's father… not so much to gays.”
“Or black. Or Asians,” Ryder added to the list.
“Aiden and I never had issues while leaving together,” Peter defended.
“Guess that part of Aiden left with you,” Ryder muttered and turned to pick his books. “I have classes to attend.”
“But it's a Saturday,” Peter said.
Ryder let out a faint chuckle and walked to the door. “I never said academic class,” he said and walked out.