The Hate She Gives

The Worst News of My Life

I woke up this morning feeling like I could conquer the world. Fight battles, and win.

Obviously, I was wrong.

Because now, I sit in a crowded bus next to the person I despise most.

"Saggie," he whined, grabbing my arm. I glared at him.

"Stop it, Troy. I called the window seat before we even were assigned our partners." I told him. He leaned back and tapped his chin with his pointer finger.

He hummed. "I call bullshit."

I sighed. There was no getting through to this moron. I seriously do not understand how someone like him could be in such advanced classes.

Oh yeah, now I remember...

Because he's an alpha jerk.

He thinks his shit don't stink because of it. He's made it his entire personality. It really pisses me off.

"Saggie," he said in that same ridiculous voice.

Maybe they paired us for the simple fact that we both shared the same secondary gene. I was one of two omegas in the school and he was one of three alphas.

The other omega, a boy named Samual Jackson was paired to the alpha Ray Raymond. They started dating back when Sam had his first heat in 7th grade. Around a year after me. I was so happy that I wasn't alone anymore. He and I became quick friends.

Junior year, they became a pair and I was alone again. Once you become a pair with your mate, you don't have the same kind of heats anymore.

I leaned down and grabbed my earbuds out of my bag and plugged them into my phone. I saw Tony watching me from the corner of my eye.

I turned the music all the way up and turned to the window.

I don't know how long I sat there, music blasting as I watched the other cars and tree pass by.

We had been riding for around two hours now. Only eleven more! Hooray.

Somehow, I didn't seem to notice as everyone began piling out of the bus, or the fact that we'd even stopped at all, really. That was until, I felt a slight tap on my shoulder.

I jumped. It wasn't something I was expecting and it was taking everything inside me not to burst out singing Mariah Carey so this sudden connection of human-to-human blatantly frightened me.

Turning in my seat, I came dangerously close to none other than Troy. He was bent over, leaning down close to me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I questioned.

His mouthed moved but nothing came out. He glanced down and then back up to my eyes.

Something was.. off.. about him.

"I was just- I lean- They- We stopped...for a bathroom break." he stammered out.

I raised an eyebrow and stood up. He was significantly taller than me. I crossed my arms.

He just sort of... stood there. Awkwardly. Not moving or saying anyone. Something was definitely weird, but I decided not to press on it any longer.

After using the bathroom, everyone loaded back up on the bus.

From Armington to Quaa. A roughly 13 hour ride. This wasn't even senior trip, this was just for the privilege smart kids.

Right now, it was 2 PM

We still have a whole 10 hours left. We haven't even left our state yet and I was already getting bored.

It sucks that I get carsick so easily or I'd definitely be reading. Just like Mr. IDoItBetter of here. Reading a book about...mates?

"Since when did your douche of a self start reading things like that?" He glanced at me from above the book.

"Before you even knew what that was, monkey."

"Monkey?"

"Monkey."

I sighed. He was just like a child.

"Whatever, hippo lookin' ass."

I couldn't stop myself.

This time he lowered the book. An am mused smrik spread across his face. This was the Troy I know. Not whoever was waking me up to use the bathroom earlier.

"Are you saying I have the ass of a hippopotamus?" he asked. I felt my face light up.

"Of course not, shrimp-dick." I don't even know where those words came from.

"What?" he asked, although the way he said it didn't sound like a question. The light air between was now gone.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Troy is the only guy I know. Is it insensitive to comment about the size of their dicks? Is that like untreadable territory.

A hurt expression made it's way across his face.

"My dick isn't shrimp sized..." he said dimly. I gulped. I don't know why, but that tone of voice.

What. The. Hell.

I'm not even in heat and I just found that so hot.

That's when I also remembered something else. Alphas can smell if any another of the secondary genders are turned on. Even other alphas. Us omega are not blessed with this ability.

Omegas ain't shit, I guess.

Fuck. This douche just had everything all figured out, didn't he? Well not anymore! I will no longer allow myself to be walked all over by this beautiful excuse of a man.

"Yeah. I called your dick small. Got a problem?" I questioned. My heart was thumping from saying such things about someone else's private areas.

His mouth opened and then closed and then his eyes trailed down my body. Stopping at my abdomen.

Oh, so now he thinks I'm fat too?

I rolled my eyes and plugged my earbuds back up. I refuse to let his eyes scan over me like that. He could've at least pretended to like what he saw. Right?

Wait.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Why in hell am I thinking of something like that? Seeking validation from that prick? I think not.

I continued staring out the window.