Now, I’m just another Omega—worse, I’m the Omega whose presence on the day of the rogue attack makes me an easy target for their grief and anger. To think this asshole used to suck up Josh’s ass, hoping to be his friend.
I sidestep Craig, but his foot shoots out, blocking my path. My tray rattles in my hands, nearly tipping over.
“Where you going so fast?” he asks, mock concern dripping from his words.
Before I can answer, I feel someone behind me, too close. Hot breath stirs the hair on my neck as someone leans in and takes an exaggerated sniff.
“Mmm, smells like desperation,” says a voice I recognize as Tyler, one of Craig’s friends. “With just a hint of teacher’s pet.”
My skin crawls at the invasion. A third boy, Mason, I recognize him after I overheard whispers between Mrs. Graves
