Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 43: Pissing the teacher off

Chapter 43: Pissing the teacher off

My mind kept on returning to the confession I got this morning. Sky left after his declarations, and I haven’t seen him since then. He didn’t join us for lunch at the cafeteria, neither did he attend morning classes. I would have asked Fan to go look for him, but I’m afraid of what I will say when I get to meet him.

I don’t like Sky. There is nothing to think about, there. I only see him as a friend — nothing else. My problem is how to reject him without being harsh. I can’t accept him either. I will only hurt him more when he realizes I’m only dating him out of pity.

"Is my cute host thinking of the golden-haired, Beta?" Fan giggled next to my ear, but I ignored him as I watched the door, hoping Sky will join us for class. He wasn’t around throughout the morning, and I had to answer the first attendance for him —because the teacher didn’t care.

All she cared about is calling out our names. She doesn’t even check to know if you answered twice, thrice or four times. I bit my bottom lips and I pinched my left index finger — nervous.

Ray stared at me, but I pretended not to feel his stares because I’m just not in the mood to answer questions. There is no way I can tell him that the same man who rejected him, confessed to me.

Though it’s not my fault, he will likely see that as a betrayal. And that’s a feeling I don’t wish for him to have. I stared at the door as the next teacher entered. The class ’forest survival’ is one of the classes I dread the most because of the new teacher they brought.

Seems they are changing all the teachers. But none of us loves the change. We are closer to our old teachers. We don’t need new ones, but the School won’t listen.

Or will they?

"Wow, it’s the new teacher!" I heard from behind me.

"New teacher? Who’s it?"

"What does it mean to be new?"

"New? Never heard of such a word before."

"We need our old teacher."

"Wait, who was our old teacher?"

"Shut up, Tap. You need to return to year 1 if you don’t have good memories."

"Memories?"

"What’s that?"

They murmured behind me. I didn’t need to turn to know the ones speaking were the few Alphas in our class.

The way they bicker back and forth like kids makes me want to knock them on their heads. When our old teacher was here, none of them dare make snide remarks or any comments at all aside from after classes.

However, hearing them now, it’s not difficult to know they are not pleased with the school’s choice of teacher. The female Beta stood in front of the class with a pissed expression on her face.

Her black, lustrous hair is tied up in a bun, with a few strands curled in her face. Her red lips are upturned in a frown as she placed both hands on her waist, with her blue eyes narrowed to slits.

She’s putting on the new uniform most of the teachers adopted. Her black shirt is neatly tucked into blue slacks, showing off those slender waists of hers —not admiring, though.

The black heels, she wore, added height to her short 5’4 (1.63 m)—not that I’m that tall...

...okay, I’m as short as she is. But I don’t wear heels to boast my height! I’m proud of it. Wait a minute ... Am I?

Let’s leave that for now and focus on the fuming teacher. Though she didn’t say a word, you can easily see the malice emanating from her pores.

It’s a pity she doesn’t turn into a howling hag. I would have loved to watch the rare sight of the teacher combusting into flames.

... Just kidding, though.

"Class!" She forced a smile, sounding more like the sea witch in the little mermaid — forgot her name, though — The only things missing are the makeup and tentacles. Let’s not forget the dark laughter.

I sat up, while the Alphas continued to bicker.

"Class, what’s even a class?"

"Man, seems like I need to return to year 1. I don’t understand shit."

"Me too, man. But I don’t think returning to year 1 will help. I better return to my mamma’s belly."

The others chuckled as they high-fived the last one who spoke.

"Man, I miss that damned belly."

"You get to stay warm."

"Warm? What are you even talking about? I lost you at mamma."

They chuckled once more, infuriating the mad teacher. She looked like she was smoking from the ear.

Ray nudged me, "I bet you my dinner, she’s going to storm out of the class now." He smirked, watching the pissed teacher, just like most of us; while the Alphas continued to bicker like kids.

"How did you —"

I didn’t get to complete my words before she hit her palm on the table and stormed out of the classroom.

"See? I told you." Ray giggled to himself as he stared hard at the door the teacher left through.

"She’s gone?"

"My pretty goddess, she is."

"I bet my lunch she went to cry to Papa."

"Lunch? We just had it an hour ago."

"Really? Okay, let’s bet on my socks."

"Eww, that’s disgusting. Your socks are so smelly, I won’t even be caught dead next to you."

"Come on, man. It can be a kink for you. I heard the Omegas love the smell."

"Really? Hey you Omega!"

"You red-haired Omega!"

None of us turned because we knew the Alphas will only make fun of us like they normally do.

It just gets old. But to them, it never gets old. They are always out to disturb the hell out of us when they get the chance. And with the teacher gone, we have to stay in class for at least 40 minutes before we are free to leave.

"Hey, you purple eyes, cute Omega!"

They called out once more. This time, my heart fluttered — from dread.

They have never included me in their childish banter.