Cornered

Aiden didn't react immediately. He had learned long ago that people like Shiloh expected a response. They thrived on it.

Instead, he merely crossed his arms, leveling Shiloh with an unimpressed look.

"Should I be concerned that you're keeping track of my whereabouts?" Aiden asked dryly.

Shiloh scoffed, a smirk curling his lips. "Don't flatter yourself. It's just interesting how comfortable you are standing around after everything that's happened. The school's practically mourning, and here you are, as if nothing's changed."

Aiden's expression didn't waver. "What exactly are you getting at?"

Shiloh took a step closer, and the two other boys followed suit. They were taller than Aiden and bulkier, but that didn't intimidate him.

"I heard something interesting," Shiloh continued, voice low. "Apparently, you were at the forest not too long ago. Strange, isn't it? You show up, and suddenly a third year is dead."