Son of a bitch.
I played the video over and over again. it was still me and him. his friends laughing in the background while they record the video from outside the classroom.
dare. a stupid dare.
Roman Moreau—the school's notorious fuckboy, the popular alpha prince and the one everyone whispered about—had kissed me on a stupid dare
Yeah. That one kiss that turned me into a complete clown for the whole damn summer.
A meaningless, reckless game played by these boys who had nothing better to do than toy with others. It hadn't meant anything to him.
But to me?
I hate to even admit it—
It screwed me up.
I despised myself for replaying it over and over. For wishing it had meant more.
Weeks had passed. No contact. No texts. No calls. Nothing. And yet, I could still remember every stupid detail. The way his dark eyes had held mine—unreadable yet intense. The way my heart had pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
I needed serious therapy.
"Stop staring, Felix" Mia, my best friend, said as she snatched my phone from my hands.
I groaned, rubbing my face with both hands before flopping back onto my bed. "I feel like a complete idiot."
"It's not your fault."
It is, though. I shouldn't have gone near him like that. Shouldn't have let myself get caught up in his stupid game.
"They should be the ones ashamed, not you," Mia reassured me. My dear BFF was an angel, but not everyone was like her. By now, the whole school probably knew. I could already picture the gossip, the whispers, the memes.
I covered my face with a pillow. "Not to mention the thought of my parents finding out" I groaned.
Mia sighed. She was a beta—she wouldn't fully understand how messed up this was for me. Being an omega and getting kissed by an alpha was a big deal in my family and —to me also. My parents were both highly educated, successful individuals, but they still clung to outdated traditions like their lives depended on it.
"I don't want to see him tomorrow." I curled up against my oversized stuffed bear, Mr. Muffins, burying my face in the soft fabric.
the more I think about the situation the more I get angry. my embarrassment slowly turned into rage, now I want revenge.
Because the first thing I'd want to do?
Knock Roman Moreau's teeth out and beat the living hell out of him.