Whispers of Worlds Beyond: A Series - Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Kicked Out Chapter 78: Kicked Out As the day drew to a close and the students of Genvah Academy dispersed from their various classes, Aiden, Sevan, and Adrian headed toward their dormitory, eager to relax before dinner.

The laughter and chatter of their fellow students filled the hallways, but Aiden remained focused, his mind still racing from the morning’s events.

The prank they had pulled off had been successful, but it had also stirred up plenty of trouble, especially with Shiloh.

When they arrived at their dormitory, the quiet of the hallway felt almost eerie.

There were no sounds of music or talking from the rooms.

It wasn’t until they reached the door to their own room that they realized something was off.

Jarek and Rupert’s belongings were strewn across the floor, scattered in a chaotic mess.

The clothes, books, and personal items had been thrown out into the hallway, as if someone had gone through their things and decided they didn’t deserve them.

“Well, this doesn’t look good,” Aiden muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he stepped forward to inspect the scene.

The once orderly room of Jarek and Rupert now looked like a wreck.

He turned to Sevan and Adrian, both of whom wore expressions of disbelief.

“Who did this?” Sevan asked, his tone tense.

“Shiloh,” Adrian replied, his voice sharp with disdain.

“It has to be him.

He’s the only one with the guts to do something this petty.” Before they could think more on the situation, the door to the room creaked open, and the sound of voices reached their ears.

Shiloh stood in the doorway, flanked by his two lackeys, the ones who had been with him when he had cornered Aiden.

His arrogant smirk only grew wider when he saw the group standing in the hallway.

“So, it looks like the traitors are back,” Shiloh sneered, his gaze sweeping over Jarek and Rupert’s scattered belongings.

“I couldn’t have these two sharing space with me anymore.

I don’t tolerate weakness.

They’ve lost their place, and now, my new allies will be moving in.” Aiden’s fists clenched at his sides, but he kept his composure.

He wasn’t about to let Shiloh get to him.

He knew the more he showed frustration, the more Shiloh would revel in it.

Adrian stepped forward, his eyes flashing with anger.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve,” Adrian said, his voice cold.

“You think you can just throw out their things like this and get away with it?” Shiloh’s eyes flickered briefly, and his smirk faltered, but he quickly regained his composure.

“What are you going to do about it?” he retorted.

“Your precious friends are no longer welcome.

I’m done with all of you.” Jarek and Rupert, having just arrived at the scene, stood in stunned silence for a moment.

They had seen Shiloh act this way before, but this time, the stakes felt higher.

Jarek’s jaw clenched tightly, and without warning, he let out a laugh- one that was sharp, almost manic, filled with frustration and something else- anger.

“You’ve pushed me too far, Shiloh,” Jarek said, his voice low but growing in intensity.

“I’ve had enough of you.

Let’s settle this once and for all.” Shiloh raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting such a reaction.

His two lackeys shifted uneasily, glancing between their leader and Jarek.

It was clear that they were just following Shiloh’s lead, but even they could sense the brewing tension.

“I’m challenging you to a duel,” Jarek continued, his gaze unwavering.

“We’ll fight for second place, since that’s all you care about, isn’t it?

The position, the power.

Let’s see who really deserves it.” Shiloh looked taken aback for a moment, and for a split second, Aiden thought he might back down.

But Shiloh’s cocky demeanor never wavered.

His smile returned, though this time it was laced with something more dangerous.

“You’re challenging me?” Shiloh asked, his voice laced with mockery.

“Fine, Jarek.

You’ve got yourself a deal.

We’ll see if your resolve is as strong as you think it is.” Jarek’s fists were still clenched, but now there was a fire in his eyes.

He had been pushed to his limits, and this was the way he would take back control.

It wasn’t just about their room being torn apart- it was about Shiloh’s disrespect, his arrogance, and his need to belittle everyone else.

“Good,” Jarek said, a fierce grin tugging at his lips.

“Get ready to lose, Shiloh.” The atmosphere in the hallway shifted from tense to electric, with the rest of the group standing quietly, uncertain about what would happen next.

Aiden, still processing the situation, glanced at Adrian and Sevan, both of whom were silent for a moment.

Adrian finally spoke, his voice low.

“You’re serious about this, huh?” Adrian asked, his gaze fixed on Jarek.

Jarek’s smirk turned to a grin, his voice rising with confidence.

“A duel.

Right here, right now.

Second place.

Let’s see who really deserves it.” Ambrose and Lochan, Shiloh’s lackeys, exchanged a glance, but Shiloh remained unmoved, his eyes cold.

“You’re not serious, are you?

We both know you’d be wasting your time.” “Oh, I’m very serious,” Jarek shot back, stepping forward.

“You think I’m just some pawn you can mess around with?

If you’re so confident, prove it.” Shiloh’s smirk faltered, but he remained composed.

“Fine.

But not today.

We’ll set the duel for a few days from now.

You’ll have time to prepare.

It’s not going to be pretty.” Jarek’s grin widened.

“I’ll be ready, Shiloh.

Don’t worry about that.” With that, Jarek turned and strode out of the room, Rupert trailing behind him.

As the door clicked shut behind them, Jarek couldn’t help but let out a laugh, the adrenaline still pumping in his veins.

“Well, that was something,” Rupert said, his voice low.

“Yeah,” Jarek agreed, still grinning.

“Shiloh’s not going to know what hit him.” Aiden could see the conviction in Jarek’s eyes, but he also saw the potential danger.

This wasn’t just a fight; it was a clash of egos, a battle that could escalate in ways none of them could predict.

“Just be careful,” Aiden said, his voice quieter now.

“Shiloh doesn’t fight fair.

He’s got something twisted in his head, and you can’t trust him.” Jarek’s grin softened, and he clapped Aiden on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Aiden.

I’ll handle him.

Just stay out of it.” With that, Jarek turned back to Shiloh, who was still standing smugly in the doorway, waiting for the challenge to play out.

Rupert, who had been standing by in silence, stepped forward and gave a small nod, signaling his support for Jarek.

“We’ve got your back,” Rupert said, his voice steady but full of understanding.

“Shiloh’s not going to win this one.” Aiden and Sevan exchanged glances.

There was a brief moment of tension, but they both knew that there was no turning back now.

Shiloh had crossed a line, and Jarek wasn’t going to let him get away with it.