Screw The Mate Bond

*Phwwwwwhht* Uncontrollably it roared. There goes the first warning. A loud screech ranged out, ripping away all energy from nearby chatter. Muting all conversations, compromising any interests in the last response. Dismantled social circles transitioned into scatter plot staggered lines. Panic consumed every nerve in my body. My legs ignored my request to run. Run away... to run away far from here. However, distress made my nervous system numb. It immobilized my stubborn feet which has become one with the ground. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as a fight or flight instinct. In this case it is a run away with your tail between your legs. The only strength left within me was to absent-mindedly stare at those who are nearby. The rhythm of everyone’s heartbeat was in sync as it echoed loud in the auditorium.Cutting through the anxiety filtered in the atmosphere. Uneasiness, tension, stress, and worry are all forms of fear. Each expression copying and pasting itself on neighboring bodies. Glistening salty drops trickled down foreheads, blindly reducing all visibility. Glossy sweat infiltrated our eye sight. Surrounding skins were drained of color, pale faces staring blankly at each other. *Phwwt Phwwt* The sound coming from a thick silver whistle reverberated loud in the gym. A stampede emerged with a herd of animals. Brainless competitive uncivilized savages. It was almost as if we were in the presence of Black Friday shopping deals. The increase of pushing and shoving commenced. Some even face planted the flooring. “Hmph... they should’ve tied their shoes.” Disturbed dust vibrated on the floor. A mix of smoke and fog shadowed everyone’s feet, reducing range of vision to our surroundings. Everyone launches themselves towards the lined up red balls. Some are in a quarterback stance others in boxing form ready to launch their balls. P.E is a very interesting subject. If I didn’t pack so much weight I think I’d enjoy it more. I treat physical education like school dances. If you don’t fit in, let alone your dress then the only acquaintance that will keep you company is a wall. Avoid eye contact and keep your head down tucked between your shoulders. That’s protocol in order to survive senior year. It ain’t easy surviving these halls day in and day out. Being an introvert is just pitiful but what choice do I have. The odds were against me since day one, being a submissive wallflower is my only purpose for existing. “Ow... what the.. is this a rash?!” Growing irritable I place my palm on the back of my neck. The pain has an unpleasant warmth to it.My intention to comfort the surface of my skin only made it worse. Sensitive to the touch I quickly withdraw my fingertips. The pain sears through my nape better than a branding iron as my mind concedes to torment, unable to bring a thought to completion. Move or not I’m in agony. Just over my left shoulder I turn my head sharply as if I already knew the source of its torture. A towering 6’9 caramel milk chocolate figure stood behind me. I was in the presence of a smirking Xavier Crenshaw. Of course I’d be ill-omened enough to have another class period with such a problematic wolf stationed behind me. Chest passing his dodgeball against my spinal cords. I smack my lips in frustration as the ball begins to tattoo it’s pattern fiercely onto my skin. “What?” I hissed as we made eye contact. “Did you suck your teeth at me ?” “Huh. Uhh N-no... I uh had some meat stuck between my teeth. “Yea that’s what I thought,” he retorted with a flawless arched eyebrow. How can someone be so damn fine yet so damn wicked. “Anyway, did you finish last night's study guide and did you bring me lunch?” “Yes." I answered with less annoyance. Naturally I always prepared three lunches. One for my younger sister myself and last but also least Xavier. After all my obligation is to obey and serve every wolf within my pack. I am a free labored servant who is constantly on demand. I am the chef, housekeeper, janitor, babysitter, and most importantly the filthy heavy set omega. Not to mention the fact that I’m supposed to be a tutor. However the relationship with my herd is always one sided. Instead of them meeting me halfway to actually learn something new that will eventually improve their gpa, rather than push their assignments on me. The thought of a low life bottom feeder omega like myself actually possessing an ability that others lack doesn’t really sit well with them. In fact members of the Wakanda Moon Pack are insecure that I surpass them in at least something other than power or strength. To mask their incompetence and to spare them humiliation they bully and blackmail me into completing homework that wasn’t even assigned to me. I mean let’s keep it real, in reality those simple minded fools can’t stand that they’ll have to listen and follow my instructions even if it were to help them in the long run.Those self centered morons prefer pride over courtesy.To be honest if it were an option they’d choose death over me. Why... because the moment when any pack member acknowledges me that is considered a form of respect. And as long as I breathe that is something that all of them refuse to do. To guarantee that my level of knowledge is kept under wraps, I’m oppressed into doing all the pack members homework without hesitation.Without objection. I am robbed of my free time therefore I have none left to spare for my own school work. It was like that last year and history continues to repeat itself. I can’t even get thirty seconds to myself just to write my name down on any projects. Regardless of how I feel and the classified truth that has been swept under the rug I will never have the balls to speak up. After all I am pathetic might as well play the part. Throughout P.E the burning sensation never ceased. Xavier continued to torment me.He somehow convinced the rest of class to disregard the rules of the game.Whoever gets hit or catches a ball from the original thrower is considered out. It was supposed to be girls versus boys, however somehow it was them versus me.The teachers were too busy blowing trees to even care to supervise today’s game. The one thing that I am grateful for is being fat and melanated. Being obese with chocolate skin does comes with its perks. It reduces the impact from the blows that I receive and bruises isn’t visible due to having brown sugar skin. Ten minutes before the bell both genders were dismissed, headed back to the lockers to change out our uniforms. It was passing period so the courtyard was crowded.We have a six minute break to unwind before the next class.This was the perfect opportunity to pull my professor to the side for a quick conversation. Entering hallway 900 a random student shoulder bumps me, muttering a dry ass “oops” with an aggravating smirk before strutting off. Left cheek right cheek left cheek right cheek. She switched hard while rolling her hips because Xavier was in range. The things females will do to be acknowledged is sickening. Her thirsty ass didn’t need to be so extra when he was already zooming in on her behind. Wearing tight jeans for attention is a no go.A yeast infection isn’t worth it honey. With her stank catfish walk she managed to earn a few whistles. Xavier's neck rolled to his right while putting up a peace sign to his friends and followed after her like a desperate b***h in heat. Catching up to her at the end of the hall he wrapped one strong arm around her waist. She giggled when he then squeezed her butt and the other infiltrated her panties. I shook my head in disgust before opening Ms. Prism’s room door