Oliver's POV
*bell rings*
"Can these hallways get any more crowded?" I whispered to myself sarcastically as I hug the books to my chest tighter. With my head hung low, I swiftly glided my way through the busy crowd and reached my locker.
*stomach growls* Guess it's time for lunch. Heading towards the canteen, I was startled by a loud yelp. "You wanna die freak?!" Such a cliche line. It was Sean, a big jock and an even bigger bully. As much as I hate to admit, he was definitely a looker. Blonde hair, tan skin with blue eyes. But he quickly turns ugly when he starts picking on scrawny freshmen.
"I-i-im sorry!" Stuttered the poor freshmen. "Watch it! You're lucky I don't have time for this today!" Spat Sean. Quite literally spitting on him. YUCK.
Rolling my eyes, I leave the commotion behind me to attend to a more urgent need. *groowlll* "God am I starved."
Finally after reaching my destination and getting a tray of food, I scan for tables to sit at when I was RUDELY interrupted by an annoying pest.
"Aww wittle Oli has no one to swit wif? "Jennie Cackled, her minions—Perry and Sarah—giggling behind her. Jennie, a wolf in our pack and the biggest slut in the school, in her pink mini skirt and tight cropped top. Seriously, how does the school allow this attire. Oh maybe because this heinous bitch was also the spoilt daughter of our principal. She actually needs to back off before I rip out her blonde hair and give her a taste of her worst enemy. A makeup wipe.
Before my thoughts could continue she flipped my tray of food. ON TO ME.
I glared at her. Bending closer to me, she whispered venomously,"No wonder your parents left you." With that she walked passed me, her Barbie entourage behind her. Of course Perry had to give me a classic shoulder shove when walking pass me.
First a C on my english test, now I run into the plastic Barbie's. I look down onto the mess—which was once my food—all over me. I wince. "Shit, that was my favourite shirt." Using tissues, I attempted to salvage what was left of my blue Nirvana shirt. That stain is never coming off. "Could this day get any worse?" I scoffed
Little did I know.
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Ophelia
RomanceAn abused Omega and his desire to be loved. How will Oliver possibly fare among his omega-hating peers? And who is this mysterious man who saves him? Follow along to learn about Oliver's romantic, chaotic and heart wrenching journey on finding him...
