Part Three
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Part Three
Boon's POV
"Hey! Both of you! Get inside. The orientation is about to begin."
Saved by the belly. I mean by the bell. This man who just broke the tension between me and cinnamon boy just happened to have a huge beer belly.
Dude, cut on your sweets or fats, or beer. Whatever it is that impregnated you.
Sh*t! Where are my manners! He eats what he wants. Drinks what he wants. None of your beeswax, Boon.
And what was that sting earlier? The boy who was standing in front of me earlier was like a dream. Dreamboy. But he tased me. Bastard. Handsome bastard.
He smelled like cinnamon. Oh heavens...Wait, where is he?
I was dragged here all the way to the front of all these...people.
Okay! Students.
A man in his early forties was standing in the middle of the stage giving all these lost souls some much needed advice and welcoming on their first year as high school students.
I got the gist of it. I couldn't really focus. My mind still wanders back to my cinnamon.
'Mine.'
Boon! Get it together! Puppy love at this age? Duh! I'm only fifteen. I can still have that. Right?
Anyway. Have I seen him before? Is it him?
I remember seeing a boy with the same scent back when I was twelve. At P'Ben's birthday party a couple of years ago.
I used to wear glasses back when I was younger but on that fateful night, I dropped it somewhere. So convenient. Not!
My mom decided to have me undergo LASIK surgery a few months ago so I don't need to wear my glasses anymore. And I hated contact lenses.
I wish I had seen his face. But the scent. I was not mistaken. It's the same one.
Do people usually get that kind of perfume? Shampoo maybe? I doubt it. It's an odd smell. I love it though.
"And that's all everyone. Enjoy the rest of your stay here at Khumpai Integrated School." The man on the stage ended his speech.
I was brought back to Earth. According to my schedule, I needed to get to my second class. I guess since the time allotted for the first one was eaten by the orientation, we just have to see our first class teacher tomorrow.
There it is. Room 201. My Biology class. Hell yeah! My favorite one. There's something about this area of science that ticks me in all the right places. In a good way, of course. Plus, I'm very good at it. Let's just say I've read a lot of books about it.
My mom has a background in medicine. Biology is a piece of cake to her. So when I was reading books about medicine, she was a great help. She told me Biology will come easy for me once I get to high school.
Once inside the class, I scanned the whole room. Yup. Just a bunch of kids.
"Look what we have here. Snow White has graced us with her presence." A tall kid, tanned skin, curly hair approached me.
"I'm a he, Ai'Park," I retorted. "Thanks for calling me Snow White but I'm a prince charming, not a princess," I said to the boy in front of me.
Park. One of my old bullies. When will he ever stop? He annoyed the fudge out of me in middle school. Now he's going to continue the same routine in high school? Isn't that pathetic. Maybe desperate.
Whatever...
"Yeah? Prince charming? Aren't you gonna be a damsel in distress anyway? A bottom boy for an alpha. Since... You're... an omega?
"That's it!" I slapped my backpack on my desk, ready to face this i***t head on. "You son of a gun-- "
"Vanilla strawberry!" A voice made me halt. "There you are. I'll sit next to you. Now...where were we?"
I was left blinking, my right hand hanging in the air. "You just had to come at the worst time don't you, cinnamon...." I murmured.
Overwhelmed by his scent that blasted into my nose when he entered the room, I ran. Restroom. I need to find a restroom.
Omega.
That's what I am. I have to accept that. But why do I have to be reminded of my fate as an omega?
Cinnamon is an alpha, I could feel it.
I am pissed off. I was bullied in front of him. Why?
Why? Why wasn't I born an alpha?
"Vanilla strawberry... Are you okay in there?"
And why does he keep calling me that? And how did he find me here? I'm pretty sure this is the fourth floor restroom.
"What do you want, Cinnamon? And how did you find me here?" I asked him while I sat here inside one of the stalls.
"I got worried. You looked angry then you suddenly dashed out of the room. If you didn't want me to sit next to you, that's fine by me. And oh, I followed your scent by the way. That's how found you."
Is he a dog? A werewolf maybe? Nah. They're a myth.
"It's not you, dumbass. I didn't say you couldn't sit next to me. It was...It's nothing. Let's just get back to class." I finally got out of that stall after wiping some tears in my face.
"Hey... Were you crying? What's wrong, love?"
Is he serious? Though it felt good when he said it. Love.
"Are you British? Love? Really?" I don't know why but I hit his chest slightly while asking him those questions? Silly rhetorical questions.
He didn't answer me back. Obviously. He just stared at me. My face started heating up. Was I blushing? Probably. No. Definitely.
Seeing him smirk, I could tell. Mmmmm...Cinnamon.
"So you felt it too, huh? The sting when we touched. The pull."
He said sting when we touched. He meant the kiss earlier. It wasn't a taser?
Kiss...
He kissed me!
"Hey! You kissed me!" I asked him when everything came back clear to me.
"Yes. Yes I did, love. And I'm not 'you'. Name's Jaturun Jarupanivh. Call me Ram. What's yours, baby?"
"Baby... I mean B-Boon. My name is Boon." Did I just stutter? Da ef?
"Sure, baby Boon." Ram grabbed my wrist and started to lead me out the restroom.
Thud.
Sh*t! What the hell! I feel like burning. It's hot. I suddenly fell on my knees, letting go of Ram's grip.
This is not happening. Isn't it supposed to arrive again after a month? It has only been a week.
"Boon...baby. You smell so good. What's going on?"
"Ram? No! No! Please... No..."
The door burst open.
"Ai'Ram?!
What is going on?!"
"Phraisong! Get a doctor! Please, hurry!"
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