By day, one is the misfit student, a bad boy with a penchant for rebellion who drives his professors to the brink. By night, he's a high-octane adrenaline junkie, living for the thrill of the race and the freedom it affords him. His disdain for rule...
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The Rebels' Lounge was once again a refuge from the chaos outside.
The air was thick with a sense of cautious optimism; the social media storm had calmed, thanks to the strategic response crafted by The Rebels.
But beneath the surface, a new tension simmered as Gemini prepared to confront Eric in person.
Gemini, seated in his usual armchair, appeared unusually tense. The calm and collected leader was now a bundle of focused energy, his jaw set and his eyes hard with determination.
The lounge, typically a place of relaxed camaraderie, felt charged with an anticipation that the group couldn't quite shake.
Phi Dunk. Gemini called, his voice steady but edged with an undercurrent of intensity, I need you to escort Eric here. I want to have a talk with him.
Dunk, his usual cool demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness, nodded in agreement. Got it. I'll bring him over.
As Dunk left to fetch Eric, the other Rebels exchanged uneasy glances. They had witnessed Gemini's protective side before, but this level of tension was new.
Mark, sitting next to Ohm, leaned in and whispered, This is different. I've never seen Gemini this... worked up.
Pond nodded, his gaze shifting towards the door. Yeah, it's like there's a storm brewing underneath.
The minutes ticked by slowly until Dunk returned, escorting a casual-looking Eric. Eric, sporting a smirk that seemed to challenge the world, strolled into the lounge with an air of indifference.
His eyes scanned the room with a mix of arrogance and curiosity.
Alright, Eric. Gemini said, his voice calm but tightly controlled. Let's talk.
Eric threw himself into a seat with exaggerated ease, stretching out his legs and crossing his arms. So, what's this about ? You finally decided to come and confront me yourself ?
Gemini's expression darkened noticeably, his calm facade cracking.
He took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure. This is about the warning I gave you. I made it clear that if you kept this up, there would be consequences.
Eric laughed, a dismissive sound that grated on Gemini's nerves. Oh, come on. I didn't take you seriously. You think you can just threaten me and I'll cower ?
The room fell silent, the atmosphere thick with tension.
The Rebels watched, stunned by Eric's blatant disregard. Gemini's eyes flashed with anger, the usually measured leader now visibly struggling to contain his rage.
Before anyone could react, Gemini's fist flew out in a swift, decisive motion.
The punch connected with Eric's face with a resounding thud. Eric's head snapped back, his smirk fading as he stumbled back in shock.
