Fated is overrated

Lola POV

I woke up this morning with a splitting headache, yesterday's memories flooding through my mind the instant I woke up. Because of that, I don't think I have ever dreaded going to school more than I have now. And that is saying something, considering I am like a walking target in school with my freak appearance.

I have been beaten and bullied every day of my life, so I should be used to it by now, one would think. But leaving me for dead as they did yesterday took it to a whole other level all together. And the beatings I took were way worse too, like their rage is only increasing throughout the years.

Goddess, I wish I could deliver them their much deserved karma. I am many things, but forgiving isn't one of them. Once you cross a certain line with me, I'm done.

Grunting I get up from bed and walk towards the bathroom. I really don't want to look in the mirror, but I have to. I gasp at the sight in front of me... "oh my goddess....... I have never in my life looked this awful, I look like I got ran over by a truck. Twice. No, make that five times. How could I go to school looking like this?

It's still a few weeks before I get my wolf (hopefully, assuming I get one to begin with- not everyone automatically does), which could help me heal faster. This damage is going to take ages to subside, if it even manages to do so before I get my wolf. It's going to make me a laughing stock for weeks to come... Yugh. But I can't let my academics slip because I would be out for a long time if I had to avoid being seen like this. And if I let my academics slip, I will lose my ticket out of here and they have officially won. Maybe that was their plan all along? Either way, I won't let them. I guess I will just have to suck it up. I look at my phone to check the time and for any notifications. I see some messages from both Nadia and Jason asking how I am doing and also them insisting on walking with me to school today. Bless them.

I quickly brush my teeth and hop in the shower to get ready for school. The water stings my body and especially my beaten-up face. Turning it a bit colder than I usually do, it soothes the swollenness a bit and after some time it starts to feel slightly better and less swollen.

Hopping out, I dry myself off quickly to check the time and notice it is already a few minutes before Nadia and Jason will arrive at my house to pick me up.

I quickly throw on some of my baggy clothes and leave my hair down this time, in hopes of it covering up my face partially, even though I know it won't do the trick. I quickly run towards the front door right as I heard it open and am met by Nadia and Jason. "OH MY GODDESS! WHAT THE F*CK?!" Nadia exclaimed. I gave her a small reassuring smile "don't worry, I'm OK" "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE OK? LOOK AT YOU!! WE HAVE TO REPORT THIS TO THE ALPHA LOLA!" I sigh "calm down please your volume is hurting my head. But please don't Nadia, really it will only make things worse if we do. Next time they might finish the job actually. I'm ok now. That's all that matters. One more school year and we can get out of here".

I hear Jason mumble something I'm unable to hear and see Nadia shooting him a sharp glare, before averting her eyes back to me. "I don't know Lola this is seriously not OK... The Alpha is supposed to protect his pack members, not allow them to be beaten to death and left to rot" she says while holding a deep apologetic frown.

"I know... But it is what it is and it is best to lay low until school ends". She sighs and reluctantly nods, while giving me a steady hug. "Shall we go to my place and apply some make-up to make it less obvious?" I contemplate for a bit before

answering her "you know what - no. F*ck them all, I don't care what they think of me or how they see me. You two are all I care about". Both Nadia and Jason smile at me and we walk out the door.

The walk to school went relatively quiet as we didn't encounter almost anyone on the way. And the few we did encounter were mostly other omega's looking at me wide-eyed, unsure if that was from sympathy, fear or anything else. Walking into school is a whole other aspect though.

Everyone was looking at me. Most of them were smirking or downright smiling, talking to one another about how I deserved my beating and how I was such a weakling, the usual stuff.

Trying very hard not to roll my eyes, I can feel Nadia and Jason tense up beside me. Following their gaze I see Chris, Ashton, Melissa and their entire posse hanging around the lockers right where we have to pass to get to ours a little up the hallway.

All of them have their eyes fixed on me, smiling and grinning widely and as if proud of their handy work. Except for Chris - his stare is just cold, dead and lethal as always. Now I have come to think of it - I don't think I have ever seen him smile since our childhood.

His expression has been the same ever since his mother vanished. How can one not ever smile anymore? I mean my life here was pretty sh*t, but I still had a lot of smiles in my time with Nadia and Jason at least. And even by myself actually. The only time I wouldn't smile was at school as the gangbang club over here would take that as another excuse to beat me up, they need to see me miserable.

Unsure why I am doing so all of a sudden, but I hold my head up just slightly higher when walking towards them. They can beat me up but one of these days I am going to explode and fight one or two of them to the death.