The Infinite Realms

Chapter 45: Another Whiteley

"Watch where you're walking slave?" A boy slightly older than Trevor mocked. Laughing along with his friends as they leaned on the lockers.

If there was a time he felt he needed to do something, it would be now. Unfortunately, he wasn't in the mood. He was silently praying for the dungeon to end so he could quit being a protector once and for all. That was if he had a choice. And this damned system didn't even grant him the right to see the time he had left.

Ignoring the mocking student, Trevor lowered his esteem and picked up his books without putting up a fight. He was just a stone rank anyway. The three boys making fun of him were silver ranks, he could tell from the silver-coated necklace they wore.

"Hey brat......come here right now." He commanded, his laughter and playful smiles completely gone.

Trevor clenched his free hands against his thighs as he felt the urge to pounce on him. Luckily, Tony was there to stop him. He held his hand secretly and whispered, "Let's go....just ignore him. "

Clearly, this infuriated the trio the more. If there was one thing they hated more than someone getting what they wanted, it would be being ignored.

Before Trevor and Isaac could take a step away, they checked on their collars when they were suddenly grabbed from the back.

The next thing they knew, they were knocked out of breath as they were slammed and pinned on the lockers.

"Who do you think you are?! Huh?! You're just a slave." The boy HA6 boy said with gritted teeth. Increasing the strength in his hands to suffocate the two boys.

"Yes, we know that. Please let us be. We have to be in the potion-making class now. Please, we won't do it again. " pleaded Isaac after a deep breath to refill his lungs as he desperately struggled to break free from his hold.

Sadly, he couldn't. He looked like a helpless chicken whose neck had been pinned to the ground.

The same had to be said for Trevor.

"What's your name!" The boy pressed harder.

Earning him a groan from Isaac and Trevor.

"I-I-am Derick.....what's yours," Isaac replied with a forced smile that let out a breathless whimper.

Damn! Mr. Hercules here must have taken weed to have this much strength stored inside of him! Isaac lamented inwardly.

Mr. Hercules, he was talking about, let out a chuckle, followed by a peal of unpleasant wicked laughter. "Can you believe him? He wants to know my name. Who in this school doesn't know my name? Who hasn't heard of the Whiteleys? Huh?! I'm Tara Whiteley. Get that engraved in those dirty brains. "

"What are you feeding on, steroids?" Trevor puffed. If this went on any longer, he was sure he would pass out in a minute.

"What's that........your village's mineral?!" Tara mocked before he and his friends burst into a round of laughter.

He slowly eased his grip, leaving some space for them to breathe, "You're lucky that I am in a good mood today. I'll let you go. " he stepped back and looked down at the puny boys with a playful smirk.

"Thank you, thank you a lot. We won't disrespect you again. " Tony thanked you hurriedly. Grabbing Trevor by his elbow to lead him away before they got into any more trouble.

"Ah ah ah......come back here," Tara growled at them, making them pause in their trucks and turn to look back at him.

He folded his hand into a coming gesture at them.

"I-I thought you said you had......." Before Tony could finish his childish pleas, strong hands grabbed both him and Trevor by the neck and pushed them forward, falling to kneel before Tara.

"Which language do you speak, idiots?! He told you to come to him."

"That's it....." Tara said with a smirk as he looked down at the boys kneeling before him. "Now, clean my shoes." He commanded, like the jerk he was. Stretching his foot out wards and pulling his school cloak back to reveal his shoes clearly.

"Clean them." He growled. When he saw them hesitate.

Immediately, Tony bent his arm and used his sleeve to wipe the boys shoes.

Trevor on the other hand, rose to his feet and patted his clothes, sending tiny clouds of dust into the air.

"Why.......you!" Tara fumed, immediately grabbing Trevor by the collar and bringing him closer to his face.

Tony could only face palm himself and feel sorry for Trevor. Why did he have to be such a knuckle head.

"What did I tell you to do? Do you know where you belong. At my feet. You will never be better than us. " he growled with gritted teeth.

Trevor's eyes remained unshaken by the extreme closeness. His fists had clenched on his side. Silently trying to suppress the anger that was threatening to burst at any given moment.

It was a feeling he had never felt before. Anger had never been in his vocabulary. Then why now. That notification was the start of all this. Back in his previous school, he had to bear with a lot of people comparing him to others. He was popular and liked. But obviously, there were always haters that despised him no matter what. They always compared him to others when they saw him ignore them.

Patrick is cuter this, Jason sings better that. I beat him last time. He's all show but no skills.

And every possible thing you could think of. And like all this wasn't enough. They just had to go on and ruin his image. Framing him for a theft he didn't commit. Which led to his expulsion. That's why when he met Claire and heard her story, he didn't doubt her one bit. He knew how it felt.

Now that he was in this dungeon, it looked like history was repeating itself. In the notification he got the previous night, the part that compared him to other protectors annoyed and frustrated him most. Something about them obtaining their tasabar long before he did.

He would have been happy and contented with the stone rank tasabar if the stupid system hadn't shoved all his pride in the grave.

That one notification was the start of his bad day.

"I have to catch a class in five..... Let me go." he rolled his eyes to the ground and sighed. Intentionally provoking and undermining the guy. When Tara said he was a Whiteley, he decided not to show respect because Jastrick, whom he had a fallout with previously, was one as well. The fact that they shared the same blood only made him angrier.

Actually, he didn't care what happened to him in the dungeon anymore. He wanted to leave the hell hole of a place as soon as possible.

"You!.........." Tara raised his fist in the air and clenched it so hard that a clear vein popped up on his skin.

"What have you got yourself in this time!" Tony lamented inwardly. Preparing to take the beating for him. He was already making hand gestures to activate a shield but before he could jump in, "Tara!" a female voice resounded in the hall. Prompting him to turn his attention to the source of the voice.

A blond girl held back Tara's fist from behind him.

"What do you think you are doing? Let him go now." She commanded in a soft yet very serious tone.