"Bee, beeeeeeeeeb!" I jolted awake to my alarm waking me up for school. Fuck, what happened yesterday was a disaster. I better get my fucking money for that shit. Feeling irritated, I didn't think about the "mate" I heard yesterday; instead, I got dressed and headed to class.
As I walked into class, the usual chaos of students chatting and shuffling around filled the air. I had my mind set on just getting to my seat and surviving the day, but of course, life had other plans for me. In my rush, I didn't notice the girl in front of me until it was too late.
BAM! I collided with her, and the impact sent my books flying. I looked up, and there she was, glaring at me like I had just committed the worst crime imaginable. She had this bright pink crest on her uniform that practically screamed for attention, and her outfit... well, let's just say it was way more "hooker chic" than school appropriate. I mean, who dresses like that for class?
"Watch where you're going, you idiot!" she snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. I was taken aback, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Where in the actual hell did this girl come from? She hadn't been in class the past few weeks. I could feel all eyes on us as she continued her tirade. "Honestly, do you even know how to walk? Stupid!"
I was ready to fire back, the words bubbling up in my throat like a volcano about to explode. "Excuse me? Who do you think you are?" I started, but just then, she pushed me, and I stumbled backward, struggling to regain my balance. Okay, now what the actual fuck?
"Ugh, you're such a loser," she sneered, and I felt the heat of anger rising within me. I was just about to unleash a stream of curse words that would make even my mom's jaw drop when suddenly, another girl stepped in.
I noticed that she also had a pink crest, but she was dressed like a normal student—jeans and a simple top. She strutted over, and the way she stood up to the other girl was surprisingly bold. "Seriously, can you stop causing a scene just to get attention?" she said, her tone firm but not aggressive. It was like she was shining a light on the ridiculousness of the whole situation.
The first girl blinked, momentarily taken aback, and I felt a rush of gratitude towards the second girl. Maybe I wasn't the only one who thought the whole thing was ridiculous. The tension hung in the air for a brief moment, and then the first girl huffed and turned away, her ego clearly bruised.
I straightened up, my heart still racing from the encounter. "Thanks," I muttered to the second girl, who gave me a reassuring smile.
"No problem. Don't let her get to you," she said, her voice calm. I nodded, still trying to shake off the embarrassment. I already knew today was not going to be good.
After that whole disaster with the girl in the pink crest, class went on like it always did. I tried to focus on the teacher droning on about history, but I could feel her piercing gaze boring into me from across the room. It was like she had daggers in her eyes, aimed right at me, and I could practically hear her thoughts. Every time I glanced her way, she was glaring, hair flipping dramatically as if she were a character in a bad teen drama. Ignoring her was the best option.
Finally, the bell rang, and I left the classroom. In the hallway, I noticed how most of the students were whispering about how the queen omegas were visiting their dorm house for a few days. Curious, I decided to ask someone later. I took a deep breath of fresh air, glad to be outside, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a message from Andy, my best friend. "Yo! Meet me in the cafeteria! Got something to tell you!" The excitement was palpable. Was he going to tell me why everyone was whispering about the queens? Since everyone seemed so interested in them.
I stashed my stuff in my locker and made my way to the cafeteria, the scent of food wafting through the air. When I pushed open the doors, I spotted Andy sitting at our usual table, but next to him was that cocky guy in the blue uniform. The guy was always strutting around like he owned the place. I felt annoyance bubble up inside me.
As I walked over, I gave Andy a suspicious look. "What's he doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my tone casual. The last thing I wanted was to get into some unnecessary drama.
"I don't really know," Andy said, waving his hand dismissively. "He pulled me aside to talk about you. Apparently, he wants to pay you for that job you did for him last week," he said, looking confused.
My eyebrows shot up. "You sure as hell took your sweet ass time." I crossed my arms, trying to gauge the situation. The blue uniform guy looked over at me, his expression smug, like he just won some kind of trophy.
"Yeah, well, he said he owes you for helping him out," Andy explained, glancing between us. "He wants to make it up to you. I think it's all just a big misunderstanding."
I gave Andy an annoyed look. He couldn't be seriously defending this guy, right? "What, did he suddenly grow a conscience?" I muttered.
"Just hear him out," Andy urged, nudging me forward, giving me an anxious look.
I stepped closer to the table, still feeling a bit wary. "So, you're actually here to pay me?" I asked the blue uniform guy, trying to keep my expression neutral.
"Yeah, I heard you caused a scene, but you didn't die, so that's commendable," he replied, leaning back in his chair with that infuriating grin. "I figured I should pay you for that. I'm not a total jerk, you know."
I couldn't help but snort at that. "Right. You just like to act like one."
"Touché," he said, shrugging. "But seriously, let's settle this. I'll give you the cash, and we can forget about the whole thing."
I glanced at Andy, who was watching me with a hopeful look on his face. Maybe this could be a way to clear the air, or at least get something out of this whole mess. "Fine," I said, rolling my eyes. "But I'm never taking a job from you again, and I don't want any of your cocky, stupid-ass shit, I swear..."
"Yeah, yeah," he cut me off, already reaching for his wallet.
As he fished out the money, I took it, watching as he walked away. Turning to Andy, I thought, what the actual fuck was that about?"Bee, beeeeeeeeeb!" I jolted awake to my alarm waking me up for school. Fuck, what happened yesterday was a disaster. I better get my fucking money for that shit. Feeling irritated, I didn't think about the "mate" I heard yesterday; instead, I got dressed and headed to class.
As I walked into class, the usual chaos of students chatting and shuffling around filled the air. I had my mind set on just getting to my seat and surviving the day, but of course, life had other plans for me. In my rush, I didn't notice the girl in front of me until it was too late.
BAM! I collided with her, and the impact sent my books flying. I looked up, and there she was, glaring at me like I had just committed the worst crime imaginable. She had this bright pink crest on her uniform that practically screamed for attention, and her outfit... well, let's just say it was way more "hooker chic" than school appropriate. I mean, who dresses like that for class?
"Watch where you're going, you idiot!" she snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. I was taken aback, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Where in the actual hell did this girl come from? She hadn't been in class the past few weeks. I could feel all eyes on us as she continued her tirade. "Honestly, do you even know how to walk? Stupid!"
I was ready to fire back, the words bubbling up in my throat like a volcano about to explode. "Excuse me? Who do you think you are?" I started, but just then, she pushed me, and I stumbled backward, struggling to regain my balance. Okay, now what the actual fuck?
"Ugh, you're such a loser," she sneered, and I felt the heat of anger rising within me. I was just about to unleash a stream of curse words that would make even my mom's jaw drop when suddenly, another girl stepped in.
I noticed that she also had a pink crest, but she was dressed like a normal student—jeans and a simple top. She strutted over, and the way she stood up to the other girl was surprisingly bold. "Seriously, can you stop causing a scene just to get attention?" she said, her tone firm but not aggressive. It was like she was shining a light on the ridiculousness of the whole situation.
The first girl blinked, momentarily taken aback, and I felt a rush of gratitude towards the second girl. Maybe I wasn't the only one who thought the whole thing was ridiculous. The tension hung in the air for a brief moment, and then the first girl huffed and turned away, her ego clearly bruised.
I straightened up, my heart still racing from the encounter. "Thanks," I muttered to the second girl, who gave me a reassuring smile.
"No problem. Don't let her get to you," she said, her voice calm. I nodded, still trying to shake off the embarrassment. I already knew today was not going to be good.
After that whole disaster with the girl in the pink crest, class went on like it always did. I tried to focus on the teacher droning on about history, but I could feel her piercing gaze boring into me from across the room. It was like she had daggers in her eyes, aimed right at me, and I could practically hear her thoughts. Every time I glanced her way, she was glaring, hair flipping dramatically as if she were a character in a bad teen drama. Ignoring her was the best option.
Finally, the bell rang, and I left the classroom. In the hallway, I noticed how most of the students were whispering about how the queen omegas were visiting their dorm house for a few days. Curious, I decided to ask someone later. I took a deep breath of fresh air, glad to be outside, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a message from Andy, my best friend. "Yo! Meet me in the cafeteria! Got something to tell you!" The excitement was palpable. Was he going to tell me why everyone was whispering about the queens? Since everyone seemed so interested in them.
I stashed my stuff in my locker and made my way to the cafeteria, the scent of food wafting through the air. When I pushed open the doors, I spotted Andy sitting at our usual table, but next to him was that cocky guy in the blue uniform. The guy was always strutting around like he owned the place. I felt annoyance bubble up inside me.
As I walked over, I gave Andy a suspicious look. "What's he doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my tone casual. The last thing I wanted was to get into some unnecessary drama.
"I don't really know," Andy said, waving his hand dismissively. "He pulled me aside to talk about you. Apparently, he wants to pay you for that job you did for him last week," he said, looking confused.
My eyebrows shot up. "You sure as hell took your sweet ass time." I crossed my arms, trying to gauge the situation. The blue uniform guy looked over at me, his expression smug, like he just won some kind of trophy.
"Yeah, well, he said he owes you for helping him out," Andy explained, glancing between us. "He wants to make it up to you. I think it's all just a big misunderstanding."
I gave Andy an annoyed look. He couldn't be seriously defending this guy, right? "What, did he suddenly grow a conscience?" I muttered.
"Just hear him out," Andy urged, nudging me forward, giving me an anxious look.
I stepped closer to the table, still feeling a bit wary. "So, you're actually here to pay me?" I asked the blue uniform guy, trying to keep my expression neutral.
"Yeah, I heard you caused a scene, but you didn't die, so that's commendable," he replied, leaning back in his chair with that infuriating grin. "I figured I should pay you for that. I'm not a total jerk, you know."
I couldn't help but snort at that. "Right. You just like to act like one."
"Touché," he said, shrugging. "But seriously, let's settle this. I'll give you the cash, and we can forget about the whole thing."
I glanced at Andy, who was watching me with a hopeful look on his face. Maybe this could be a way to clear the air, or at least get something out of this whole mess. "Fine," I said, rolling my eyes. "But I'm never taking a job from you again, and I don't want any of your cocky, stupid-ass shit, I swear..."
"Yeah, yeah," he cut me off, already reaching for his wallet.
As he fished out the money, I took it, watching as he walked away. Turning to Andy I spoke, "what the actual fuck was that about?"
Raising my eyebrows I waited for his explanation I expected him to be on my side instead he was practically begging me to go along with that jerk.