TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 43: Chapter 43

: A MESS
FREYA'S POV:
Just as soon as the school bell rings, I walk into my first class for the new week as unenthusiastic as ever, fully depressed and clad in an oversized hoodie and jeans.
My attire is enough to tell a whole story on just what's going on with me.
And if you still didn't get the message, wait till I release my full head of nested hair, three days comb- free.
It's not like I choose to ignore a few steps in the body hygiene routine and dress like a homeless child, it's more of school just isn't what it used to be.
The joy of it was sucked out with the news of my new class and I didn't feel like I was living again.
My friends are on the other side of the school campus and the exciting subjects were watered down into boring lessons I had to go through.
Sometimes, I even feel bad using my brain's full potential for fear of making everyone else feel stupid.
I drop on my seat, waiting for the teacher to walk in.
"Psst..." The snake-like hissing wiggles into my thoughts.
But I ignore it, focused on staring into space and just dreading my current state in life.
"Psst... Freya." The annoying voice whispers incessantly.
I give up, turning to the only person I know would be ever so annoying this early Monday morning.
"Good morning." He chirps excitedly next to me, resting his head in his palms while leaning closer to me.
"Good morning, Norman." I deadpan.
Norman is my partner for the class we presently are in. Annoying, loud with a mouth that just doesn't know when to shut up was just a quick summary of his obnoxious personality.
He's been trying to be friends since my first day and no matter how hard I Ignore him, he clings to me like gum.
Charming, right?
He was another painful reminder that I just didn't belong here.
He and his friends and this entire class are reminders constantly staring me in the face.
I try to ignore it all and thank my stars that at least King Darius doesn't know my secret and I'm not locked up in a dungeon.
Yet, the dungeon idea was starting to sound pretty good.
"Can I copy off your assignment?"
I pull out my notebook and toss it to him without. another word, not in the mood for any further small talk with him.
He grabs it and soon begins taking everything down into his own book.
Soon enough, the teacher walks in and the class begins.
No matter how painfully boring class is, I focus on each word being said the movement and curve of the teacher's lips - just to occupy my mind with anything else.
Every moment of silence that passes, I am tormented by the look in Silas' eyes from our last encounter.
Days later and he hasn't bothered crawling in or finding a way to stalk me to my classes like he used to.
It seemed that he had finally given up and I felt like absolute shit.
At this point, I'm wondering what I want...and I don't know.
I attribute this shitty feeling to my deep sense of unfulfillment in class.
As class unfolds, my partner and I (oh goddess, just kill me) are assigned a project to work on.
I already know I'm doing 80% of everything due to his low IQ and my desire to not fail a single class.
I'm already tired just thinking about all the work that's going to be done.
The class finally ends and I'm grabbing my books quickly to escape for my next period, which luckily is free.
Maybe I can find someplace to drown myself for the next hour.
Before I can leave though, Norman grabs onto my hand with his large paw-like hand that grips me too tightly.
He has the courtesy of an ape and the strength of a polar bear.
"Hey, Freya. Where you going?"
I shrug my hand away from his grip, turning to him with a dead look.
"Uhm, none of your business?"
"Okay." He says it with a sincere look like he truly believes there's a place called 'None of your business.' Just look at the kind of idiots I'm being paired with.
King Darius definitely did this on purpose. Probably some new form of mental torture till I wring my own neck.
"Well, before you go..." He continues. "...I was thinking if you'd help me with some math." He winks at me, coming a bit too close.
I see what he's doing.
What's worse than having a dum-struggling partner, one might ask?
The answer would simply be a literal dumbass flirting with you.
Nice one, Freya.
You go from flirting with the Prince of Alphas to flirting with a guy that can't count to five with his own fingers.
Just how low have I sunken?
"Not interested, Norman. I-"
A sudden sharp pang pierces through my brain. I wince, clutching at my temples with my fingers. That's the fifth brief headache I've had since last week.
I rub my temples till they're not so sore again.
'C'mon, Freya, you gotta help me. You're so good with the numbers and aced last week's test even though you just joined recently."
That's because I learned all this in my freshman year. "Fine..." I agree, not wanting to continue arguing.
It was easier to just give in to these people and not argue; anything to preserve my brain cells. "Let's go to the library."
"Now?" He seems confused. "I thought you said you were gonna..."
"Just let it go, Norman. Follow me."
It's not a long walk to the library. Everything is super easy to find here with the elaborate signs and labels boldly plastered everywhere and maps hanging on the walls.
We take a seat at a table that can fit more than two people, and get comfortable.
"So, where do we begin?"
He smiles playfully, moving his chair a bit too close to mine and wiggling his eyebrows at me.
I roll my eyes.
"First of you, sit all the way over there." I point to the seat on the other side of the table.
He smirks, like it's some game and he thinks he understands what's going on.
"Hard to get. I like that." He growls lowly.
I attempt to pass an eye roll again when the headache shoots through my skull again.
This time, it lingers painfully and my brain pulses in my skull.
I can't help but groan.
"You okay?" He asks with a different expression on his face, closer to shock.
I ignore him. Instead, I stand up and walk away. I just need to be away from him while my head chills.
I walk towards the shelf with math books, reminding myself to down as many painkillers as possible later on.
I feel like I can breathe more easily away from him but the migraine still hurts my head.
I pull out a textbook and make my way back to our table.
Just as soon as I'm back, my brain explodes into a series of brain-shattering high-pitched ringing in my ears.
The sound is sharp that it stings my eardrums, tripling the headache and bringing me to my knees as
I shriek out in pain.
Norma ow moves to my side. "Freya? Are you okay?"
Of course, I wasn't.
"What's going on?"
I'm unable to answer though because the pain threatens to rip me apart.
In seconds, as quickly as it had come, it was gone.
Sweet silence came again and the horrible pain had left like it hadn't ever been there, like I had imagined it.
But it had been too painful to have been something I imagined.
Just what the hell is wrong with me?
Before I can say anything more, Norman begins sniffing the air like a dog.
He continues to do it, walking around our table like he can smell something awful and he's searching for it.
I'm not even surprised at this point. We're wolves but he was just being a brute now. "What is it?"
He sniffs one more time, turning to me wide-eyed.
"Can you smell it?"
I raise a row now, I didn't smell anything off.
"Smell what?"
"It's muddy and wet like a mutt." He comments, sniffing the air again.
Out of curiosity, I sniff as well and get nothing. He's a gamma wolf, so there shouldn't be that much difference in our capabilities of catching slight smells.
"What does it smell like?" "It smells like...Omega."
I freeze like a corpse, instantly turning to him again with urgency.
"W-What?"
"Yep, I can't mistake this smell. It's definitely Omega. Somewhere in this room is an omega."