Alpha and Omega

6. Zeta (Ζ,ζ)

When I returned to school on Monday after my absence for "health reasons", I had to face the shouts of others from the morning onwards, and the most colourful and vulgar remarks came from my old friends.

But I coped with it far more calmly than usual. Perhaps it was my encounter with Konstantin that was the reason, but I was able to stay on top of things and either ignore the shouters or silence them with some biting reply.

Christian, the bulky blond fourth year and the oldest alpha in the school, was offended that I hadn't replied to his message and was making it ostentatiously clear.

He caught me in the library during lunchtime, when there was hardly anyone around, and asked me in a mocking tone, but quietly so as not to alarm the librarian sitting at the front desk, "So how did you enjoy yourself all alone?"

Unimpressed, I lifted my eyes from my social studies homework and looked him straight in the eye.

This always threw the alphas off. After all an omega should obediently lower his gaze and preferably blush adorably.

Right. Screw that.

Christian's eyes were each a different colour, one a light brown and the other more green. This peculiarity may have seemed interesting to some people, but I was not one of them. On the contrary, I found the disparity irritating, though of course it wasn't his fault. Or rather, it was Christian that irritated me, regardless of the colour of his eyes.

"What do you want, Chris? I don't have time for you."

"You didn't answer my message."

"I didn't feel it necessary. I've turned you down so many times I would have expected you to get the hint."

He put his hands on the edge of the table and leaned as close to me as he could.

"I can't imagine how uncomfortable this must be," he whispered, "alone at home, without the help of an alpha."

"Who says I was alone?" I shot back.

His eyes glistened and I couldn't help noticing how his gaze drifted down to my neck, as if searching for a mark. He also sniffed like a dog, which in Chris' case was a very accurate description.

I didn't believe, however, that after almost forty-eight hours and three showers, he could smell Konstantin on me, especially when we hadn't even slept together.

On the other hand, every alpha was very sensitive to this and they just somehow sensed the presence of a rival.

You could see that even Chris hesitated, but then he said: "You're lying."

I shrugged, not wanting to prove anything to him. Luckily, the ringing of the school bell saved me. I picked up my textbooks and headed off to my classroom without a word.

~~~

The afternoon class went by without much excitement. 

However, at the lockers where everyone had gathered after class, Patrick, the tall, black-haired boy and another asshole from the Neanderthal pack of alphas, appeared out of nowhere and bumped into me.

He shoved me with such force that the contents of my bag scattered on the floor.

"Watch out," I shouted at him, kneeling down to pick up my fallen textbooks.

Patrick walked over to me and instead of helping me pick up the fallen things, he looked down at me with a grin, "You look really pretty on your knees".

And before I knew it, the idiot had grabbed my head with the obvious intention of bringing it closer to his crotch to demonstrate what I should rather do being down on the knees.