OLIVIA’S P. O. V.
I look at the campus that I have been looking forward to all summer and it seems to have failed my aspirations. It looks nothing better than a glorified high school. The buildings may be bigger but they were surrounded by the same people that I saw there. Will I be treated the same? I am sure I will. Probably even worse now, I know I will be one of the only Omegas in the school. The higher ranking wolves will make my life a living hell. I just hope they don’t grow physical with less to stop them I wonder.
As an Omega I had to work really hard to get here. I had no support at home since I am an orphan, I lost my parents in the early Rogue attacks. However that is what pushed me to try to make the changes that I was after. My parents didn’t have any training because they were Omegas. I know if they had at least the basics of self defense they wouldn’t have died, and if they did it wouldn’t have been a senseless slaughter.
Omegas are considered second class citizens of all the packs. I really had to fight to even be able to take the test to get into college. I think they even made me take an extra test to try to keep me out. In the Blue River Pack I am considered an outcast. I don’t have any friends, I am picked on all the time. I know this will not change here, I will just have more people to torment me.
I try not to attract any attention. I am wearing clothes that are about two sizes bigger than me. I have my brown hair down so that it is covering my face. I am average height so I don’t stand out because of that. I just have to keep my head down and get through this. They can scent what I am but I try to make it so that they have no reason to scent me. These wolves are higher classed than me and they will make sure that I know it. I will definitely be treated worse here.
I start to head into the campus towards my first class, I can already hear the whispers that are a bit too loud to actually be whispers.
“What the hell is an Omega doing here?”
“Who did she screw to get here?”
“Why does she think that she should be here?”
“That bitch needs to be put in her place.”
I grit my teeth and trudge on through. I almost reach the halls when I am stopped by two block heads.
“What the hell makes you think you belong here Omega?” The block head on the left says. He is attractive, too bad his attitude is going to ruin it. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, a perfectly tanned, well built body.
“I tested the same as you, now can you please step aside?” I try to go around, but they quickly block the path again.
“I think you should turn around bitch. You aren’t welcome here.” The block head on the right says. This guy has a bit more of a simple look, still attractive, just not as much. He has red hair and green eyes. He is well built and tanned too, they must go to the salon together.
“Let me guess, Alpha and Beta. I feel sorry for your pack. Having you two idiots for leaders is going to suck.” I couldn’t hold it back any more. I do have a big problem with holding my tongue around assholes. No matter how hard I tried, what I really thought came out.
“Hear that Benjamin, the Omega feels sorry for our pack. Maybe we should make her feel sorry.” The one on the left lears at me.
“You know what I think you are right Peter. Let’s teach this bitch a lesson.” The block head on the right reaches for me. I block his hand and push it away. He reaches again and I side-step out of his grip. Then the other goes for me. I quickly leap back out of their grips.
“Look, I don’t want any trouble, I am just trying to go to class. Don’t make me embarrass you.” I grin at their failed attempts. I probably shouldn’t have added that last part.
Both decide to flank me on each side, hoping to contain me in the middle. They come to lunge at me and jump. Omegas typically don’t have a high jump, but I have had to train to get to this point. The two block heads gape at me as I sail above them. Considering that they are both around six foot this isn’t an easy feat. They stopped just short of ramming into each other. I salute them as I jet into the hall. I know once I am in here they will stop trying to fight me for fear of being caught and sent to the dean. Not that he is a frightening person, he will just report to their fathers. Leaders of packs do not look kindly on wolves embarrassing their packs, especially their sons.
My first class is communication. Mainly just another name for English class. I have always hated this subject, it is just too easy but they said that I had to do it. Most of my classes are like that, they are ones that I am told that I have to take and the ones that I want to do are ones that I was told would be a waste of my time, because an Omega wouldn’t need to know that. I loved the look on my counselors face when I signed up for them anyway.
I sat down in the first row. I figure it is the best way to be less distracted by the whispers that I know will be flying around me. As soon as I pull out my laptop to take notes then my very own future Alpha leans on my desk.
“You really went through with this. I had hoped that you would have gained a brain over the summer and would realize that this is no place for an Omega.” He glares at me, he almost has a confused look on his face. I know it is for show though he hates me just as much as everyone else in the pack.
“Future Alpha Victor. What a pleasant morning this is to be graced with your presence.” I smiled at him as though he gave me a pleasant welcome. We got along when we were pups, but things changed when he got older and realized that I was a lower class than him. “To what do I owe the honor of your gracious light upon my face?”
“Stop being a smart ass, Olivia. You know you are not going to be welcome here. Why are you even trying? I don’t want you to embarrass me. Keep your head down while you’re here. At least for your own good, if not for the good for the pack.” He seemed to force a glare on his face. Like he is putting on some show.
Alpha Victor walked to his seat. Sometimes I feel that he is trying to protect me, for old times’ sake, but he and I both know that he will not hold back when it comes down to putting me in my place in front of others.
Aside from the pokes and jabs that I received leaving the class there was nothing else remarkable about Communications class. The rest of the mundane classes were set in the morning. I wanted to take a training class but I was told that I as an Omega was not allowed so I had to fill my day with stupid classes.