Chapter 8 Meeting The Queen Of Bullies

(Nikita's P.O.V.)

As I was about to lunge toward her, the class bell rang.

"I won't let you off the hook next time." She dropped the words and ran out in a mess.

I spent the entire morning class wandering, and thankfully I didn't miss much. I couldn't call it a class because the trainer didn't really do anything aside from giving us his motivational speeches that were out of touch with reality.

It was lunchtime, and I went to the canteen. The cafeteria here is buffet style, and since I don't have friends for obvious reasons, I had to eat alone, which is not really a problem, by the way. I like my peace.

The food here isn't really that bad, but if you don't like meatballs that look like dog food, then I wouldn't recommend you go to this school, especially if you're an Omega like me. They serve different foods depending on your rank.

Of course, the Alphas get to eat premium dishes like steak. The same goes for Betas, who get to eat real meat while Omegas suffer from these meatballs that are only made to taste like meat.

"We can't keep wasting time. It won't do our power any good if we only learn how to sew properly and get better at making delicious food," Tala said with a sigh.

I was silent; what she said was true; but it was too hard to change because I, as an omega, couldn't even attend the council meetings.

Hey, forget it; eat enough to have the strength to change the world. Later on, I plan to do strength training, but the information available here about omega strength training is insufficient to satisfy me. When I raised my objection, I was met with blank stares from the omegas; they do not want to change this.

So I had to find the time to do it myself.

I put a small cookie on my plate.

"You won't survive if you keep rejecting the allowance Alpha Lucia gave you. You need to get a job," Tala said helplessly.

I didn't answer and just tried to find myself a seat. Deep inside, I'm also worried about it. I'm getting sick of eating the same meatballs every day, and I need to buy new clothes and textbooks after that firecracker incident at my locker.

I was in the middle of glancing around, trying to find myself a seat, when a hand suddenly poured a drink on the meatball soup.

My lips parted as I watched my food slowly turn orange.

"How about some color for that boring Omega food?" she mocked, pouring every last bit of her juice into my food. It overflowed and got into my dress as well. I gasped when I felt it absorb into my cotton dress.

They started to laugh.

"Catch!" she said, and she threw the bottle on my head. It bounced and fell on the floor. I looked at my wet dress.

How will I wash this stain? I don't even have a place to sleep, let alone a washing machine.

"I'm talking to you, dimwit!"

I was forced to look behind me when I felt a hand pull my hair back. I groaned in pain.

It's her again.

Clara...

The queen of bullies

I glanced at the familiar tall girl standing beside her. She ran out with the intention of finding help. I noticed an obese girl who had the body of a sumo wrestler standing behind her too. That's Cora. Also a bitch in her group.

"I'm here. Where are you looking at?" she scoffed, snapping her fingers in front of me like I was her dog.

I looked at her face. She smiled. A horribly scary one.

"Didn't you like what I did with your food? I just gave it a fairy touch. You should try it."

I clenched my jaw.

She thinks she has every right to do this to me just because I'm an Omega? I put my food on the table near me. I faced her.

"Why don't you try it?" I talked back.

It's like she wasn't expecting that I'd answer back at her, and so she slapped me really hard on the face.

*Slap!*

The crowd gasped. It was so hard that I was forced to look to the right. I licked the back of my lips, tasting the blood in my mouth.

My fists hardened. I'm sure she's no match for me, even if I'm not allowed to turn into a wolf.

I clenched my fists, ready to fight back, but Cora blocked my way and pushed me with her belly. They attacked me together, and that was a challenge for me. Not to mention that she was much bigger than me in size because she was obese.

I landed on the floor violently. I tried to grab the table for support, but it only made my food splash all over my clothes.

"Hahaha!"

The whole crowd started laughing. I bowed my head in embarrassment. "It looks like you've found your place, Nikita. On the floor," they mocked. I'm now covered with the meatball soup, and it's dripping from my hair.

Their laughs were like knives stabbing me in my chest. I couldn't bear to hear it anymore, so I tried to stand up and leave, but Nina kicked me in an instant. I groaned, holding my stomach. I can't breathe!

I was already coughing when they used Cora to hold me upright. "Do you have anything else to say, Nikita?" Clara asked. I spit on her face. She screamed. "If you get close to Alpha Trojan again and talk to him again, I'm going to kill you!"

She started slapping and kicking me like a punching bag. I could hear the cheer of the crowd getting louder, and my vision getting blurrier.

I finally understood that it was because I spoke with my friend at the party...

What a ridiculous reason!

"Put her back in her place!"

"Show her where she belongs!"

"Teach that Omega a lesson!"

My head is spinning. I could feel every hit she was giving into my thin body, but I'm starting to feel numb as she continues to punch and kick me. I couldn't fight back anymore; I had to protect myself first and hope that someone would come and stop this.

"Let me have a try too, Clara."

The obese Cora who was holding me dropped me on the floor. I tried to move, but I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I was already too weak to save myself from her hard kick to my stomach. I rolled on the floor, coughing blood.

That didn't stop them.

They continued ganging up on me, kicking me like a sack of potatoes on the ground. I used my hands to protect my head from their merciless kicks. I closed my eyes, wishing that someone would come to save me.

"What's going on?" A cold voice rang out above my head; I didn't know who it was, but I saw Clara immediately change her expression to that of a whore.