Omega. Playboy

13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN

JAKE’S POV

I was slowly but surely turning into an attention w***e and I f*****g hated it. I was becoming like all the crazy girls who got attached to me even after telling them I was only interested in s*x but f**k it, I needed Clara’s attention. I f*****g needed a girl’s attention and I needed it badly. I had been the one to reject her but damn was I aching pathetically. Mind you, all these terrible aching for a girl was from my wolf. I was sane enough to remember I didn’t want nor need a mate. 

She was sitting across the class, as far away from me as possible in a class of twenty five and while my eyes were fixed at the back of her blonde hair, her eyes never once strayed to look behind her, to acknowledge the person drilling a hole into her skull, the person being me. It was like she didn’t even care that we were not together. Like my rejecting her did not matter. 

I couldn’t even understand where my thoughts were going because surely I should be happy she wasn’t stalking me and grovelling on her knees for me to take her but why wasn’t she? Call me vain or a sick asshole or whatever the hell you crazy morally upright people like to label folks like me, but my ego did not like being ignored and my wolf was starting to act like a depressed fucker. 

The class was over in a short while and students started to slowly file out. Thankfully, the only door to the hallway was right behind me so she had to walk by where I sat. Usually, I would be the first to f**k out of every class but I was on a mission and that mission was to get the f*****g omega to acknowledge me. It had been radio f*****g silence from her for two entire days and I was sick of that s**t. I would not question my worth again I won’t ever question my worth again especially when it was in relation with a freaking omega!

Her head was bent in her usual style as she tried to walk out of the class but I blocked her path before she could move. Now what? I thought to myself. I didn’t have a plan and I couldn’t just stand before her like a f*****g i***t even if my wolf was howling at our proximity. What a loser. 

“You’re in my way,” She said matter of factly like I didn’t f*****g know that already. Her voice was quiet and at the way my wolf stilled, you’d think he just heard the voice of an angel rather than an annoying little omega girl. 

“Shut the f**k up, omega. Just shut up,” I snapped. The teacher, Mr Moore, raised his head to glance at us but went back to his business when he saw just who was speaking. His f*****g gamma, that’s who. “We have a f*****g project and you haven’t said a single thing about it.Are you trying to make me fail English?” I snapped, deciding it was best to wing it seeing as I had no concrete plan to get her attention on me. 

“You haven’t said anything either,” Her tone was defiant and I did not like being spoken to like I was her equal. Hello? Didn’t she get the memo that I was her f*****g gamma? Her darn superior. She wasn’t seriously going to speak to me like we were on the same social status!?

“Clara have you forgotten your place?” I growled and immediately, I watched her shoulders sag further to the ground like my words had been a ton of rocks to weigh her down even further. Why did I feel bad about that?

“I’m sorry, “ She apologized instantly. “I’ve just – I’ve been busy and I’m not – I’m sorry,” She apologized again and I wanted to know the end of all her statements. She was not what? It madly pissed me off to know that I wanted to hear her uncompleted thoughts and it freaking bothered me what she was going to say. Something negative no doubt. 

“You’re not what?” I kind of demanded and she flinched. 

“What?” She asked in confusion, brows furrowing lightly. 

“You were saying something. You said ‘I’m not' before you broke off. I want to hear that complete thought,” I said in a tone that left no space for argument or denial.

“Oh no, that was nothing. I just –“ I cut her off as she started to brush my question away. 

“Tell me,” I growled in her face. 

“I’m not exactly the brightest pea in the pond,” She blushed, kicking her feet on the ground. She tried to make it sound like it didn’t bother her but I heard the slight hitch in her voice and I saw the way her eyes darkened with sadness before she ducked. It was awfully pathetic and so much like an omega. Why did it make me feel bad then? 

I also wasn’t the brightest fish in the pond but I was very far from being the dumbest. My father would complain the few times he actually managed to stay home about my grades and how I would be a better person if I read more and actually showed up for my exams( one of the major reasons I was held back) but it was all bullshit. I owed it to my pack to get an education because people still believed no good could come out of a person without an education. But asides from my obligation to my pack as the gamma, I didn’t entirely see the point of school.

I had a good thinking faculty, thank you very much. I could read and write and calculate so why did I need to understand figurative language and longitude and latitude to properly function as one of the leaders of a pack? I wasn’t going to use poetry to stop wars was I? 

“You don’t have to be the brightest pea in the pond or fish or whatever to pass a f*****g English project,” I told her. Trying to make her feel better at least, but failing miserably. By the goddess! I really was quite awful at feelings and expressing them.

She muttered something under her breath and it sounded suspiciously like ‘Says the guy who failed last year,’ well that’s what you get for trying to play nice with unfortunate people! 

“I didn’t fail English,” I started to clarify. “I just forgot to show up for my exams. There’s a difference, “ I ground out in annoyance. 

Her eyes widened when she realized I had actually heard her talk smack about me to my face. What had she been expecting? Just because she lost her supernatural hearing didn’t mean others did too and she should have known better than to expect me not to hear her when I was a f*****g wolf standing less than three feet away from her.

“I’m sorry,” She squeaked. “I – I have to get to class,” She tried to side step me but I blocked off her exit again and then the bell rang and as if all the students had been waiting just outside the door to rush in, they began to flood into the classroom, some of them stopping to stare at us like the ill mannered kids they had been raised as. My mama was barely home but she at least taught me not to openly stare and gawk at people like a fish. 

“We have to start early to complete the project early,” I walked out beside her. She was trying to walk fast, trying to speed walk away from me but I could cover more distance with ease thanks to my legs not being short like hers.

“I – yes. I’ll start working on it when I get home this evening,” She said and I grabbed her hand to halt her movement. I seemed to be doing that a lot. Grabbing her. Touching her. 

“What do you mean you will start working on it today?” I demanded and her brows furrowed in thought. I f*****g hated that I thought something as simple as frowning could look cute and since when did I care for cute people? My type was smoking hot divas that knew they looked fly and owned that s**t not blushing maidens! Damn. 

“I mean – I can’t start now? It has to be when I’m free. I have to – I have to be at the pack house to – to clean,” She wouldn’t look at me as she said this and f**k if I didn’t feel suspicious. “I will start working on the project when I’m done with all my duties,” She muttered and I would have scoffed if I wasn’t feeling some sort of anger budding in me. 

“Did you miss the part where it was assigned to the both of us? As in a joint project?” I didn’t want my voice to betray my anger but I think I failed. 

“I don’t understand. You want – you want to help with the project?” Why in the name of the Moon Goddess did she sound so surprised? I wasn’t going to let her do the entire work, especially since she admitted to not being very bright. I wasn’t willing to cop another extra year. 

“I won’t be helping out,” I growled and her surprise fell. “Helping out would mean you are the one with the responsibility of completing the project. I’ll be working on it with you,” I answered and her response was a small and absolutely breathtaking smile.

“Alright then,” Her smile was gone as fast as it had appeared and I did not want to dwell on why that f*****g hurt. 

“Meet me at my place by six p.m today. Make sure you’re not late,” I grumbled, turning to walk to my class that we had already passed. 

“Wait – no. I have –“ She was saying but I purposely shouted over her. 

“Don’t be late,” I exclaimed, grinning smugly as I sauntered through the deserted hallway. 

I wanted her attention and for the few minutes I had had it, it had felt like a motherfucking drug. Not as if I knew what doing those s**t felt like because I was a wolf and I wasn’t one to inject myself with poisons. It didn’t even make any sense to me because my body would naturally combat any poison whether taken willingly or not. Anyway, I was on a high from speaking to Clara and even the dead and dry voice of my teacher could not put me down. 

“You’re ten minutes late, Mr White,” Mr Jonathan said in his flat, lifeless voice. 

“Thanks for keeping track of time for me,” I answered sarcastically and his Adam apple bobbed as he swallowed down annoyance. Yas b***h, I’m your f*****g gamma. 

“May I ask why?” He ground out and I smirked. 

“You may not, “ I answered. 

**

I was fidgeting. I was f*****g fidgeting. I invited a girl over for something other than s*x and I was f*****g nervous. Why the f**k was I nervous that Clara f*****g Hansen the omega was coming to my place to work on a project? One answer. My wolf.

I sniffed my armpits like a loser and was satisfied to note that I smelled nice. Not like some dirty guys who wore only their body odour, claiming it was ‘masculine’ Yeah, if nauseating was the new masculine. 

It was a good five minutes past six in the evening, the time I had expected her to show up and guess who was late? The f*****g omega. I sat down downstairs, just so I could show her in when she rang the doorbell as I flipped through my phone, deleting nude photos of random girls as I scrolled. If thirsty girls had a headquarters, it would be my high school. So many girls wanting a taste of me even after I rejected them or dumped them. Have some f*****g pride you shameless slut! 

The long hand of the clock was slowly moving to twelve as the short one approached seven and there was still no sign of Clara f*****g Hansen. I could not hold back my anger. Not when she had so blatantly ignored me.