Alpha's Treat

Ch. 2 Fuck hot guys

"FUCK EVERYONE!"

I just woke up from bed, god knows how I ended up there, and was currently screaming my lungs out.

I know, a great start.

You might be thinking that I was over reacting, but if you were in the same position as me, I bet you would be doing worse. Remembering why I fainted was the main reason I was freaking out. I mean, come on, a true omega? There's no way that could be true, but how could I say that when the proof was in front of me?

The other reason I was having a break down so early in the morning was because of the uniform I had to wear. Just for your information, this was an academy. And it worked like a high school, but was known as a "collage". Furthermore, this so called "collage" forces its students to wear bloody uniforms. The top wasn't that bad, it was just a basic white school shirt with a dark blue navy collar, and the school symbol, an olive branch, of fucking course, near the top left. But it wasn't that shit that I was worried about, but the skirt and pantyhoes.

It didn't look that bad when it was laying on my bed, but the moment I put that shit on and looked in the mirror? Oh hell nah!

My long kinky hair was put in a low bun. I debated putting it in a high pony tail, but decided it would do the school justice if I kept it tame. My shirt was neatly tucked in the matching pleated navy skirt and some sneakers. These sketchers weren't the cutest thing, but I mean, I wasn't complaining. But the fucking skirt! I mean, I'm not a tall person, 5'0 even, but the skirt was too short. Maybe they didn't consider the fact that there is such a thing called ass. But I don't blame them. Most koreans follow a special diet to keep their slim figure, but being homeless, I didn't have the luxury of eating what I want, when I want. Plus it's mostly genetic. I think.

Enough of that. All in all, I didn't feel modest in this outfit, but what else do I have? I literally came bare handed. So there was nothing I could do.

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It was 8:00 in the morning, and I was heading out to go to my first year of school, ever. I wasn't as nervous as I thought I was, probably because I didn't know what this school really teaches. But more on this in a minute.

Locking the door behind me, I crossed the street, and was greeted by the school gates.

That's right, these bitches put me right next to the fucking school. Ridiculous.

Sighing, I finally walk up to the front door.

This is it, after this. Everything's different.

"Oh fuck formalities."

I open the doors wide, and go straight into the front office.

Jesus fucking christ.

The office was huge, with marble flooring and big floor-to-ceiling windows. This room was the definition of rich. Something I'm going to to have to get used to.
Closing my gaping mouth, I get my schedule and leave. Looking at it, the classes surprised me. Hormonal control? Pup E.D? Mating Season? The only class that looked normal was Yoga and Gym class.

Rolling my eyes, I start to walk to my first class, home room. It wasn't that hard to find, since my home room teacher was the only Alpha female teacher in the school. Plus it was in the freaking gym.

Taking a deep breath I push open the door and walk in.

The room itself isn't that amazing, just an average high school gym. But the people inside? That is a whole other story. Inside, the girls, from the back anyway, looked the same, most of the time. Some had short black hair, while others had it in waves down to their upper backs. They all wore the school uniforms, except for the fact that they all obviously DIY it shorter. Don't these people have any shame? Jesus.