001: The Boyfriend Disaster Part One

WARNING: This story contains explicit content like vulgar language, explicit depictions of sex, and violence. Proceed with caution.

~~Abigail Darlington~~

 

Two times in my life, I’ve cried so hard I thought I’d die from it.

 

The first time was when my mom was hospitalized. I was so young, and I thought her being in the hospital meant she was practically dead. I know better now, although my thoughts haven’t changed. I still think she’s as good as dead, and it breaks my heart.

 

The second time was when I got accepted into Evermont University's special student scholarship. It’s a full-ride scholarship that meant a poor girl like me could study my dream degree at my dream college.

 

Those were the only two times I cried inconsolably. I told myself the third time would be when I finally graduate, or get proposed to. I didn’t think it would happen on a rainy Thursday, six days before my second year began.

 

I forgot to introduce myself. Where am I manners?

 

Buonasera, mi chiamo Abigail Ricci. Technically, my full name is Abigail Darlington Ricci. Both of my parents kept their last names. Does it sound ridiculous? Yes. Yes, it does. But it gave way to my nickname.

 

My friends call me Darling. They say I’m sweet, innocent, a bit naive, but smart. They said that. I only believe the smart part. My grades are my pride and joy.

 

I’m twenty years old, and I live in a world of class and shifters. No, not the class you go to gain knowledge. No, it’s a class of wolves. The highest and rarest class is S, and the lowest is a C.

 

A C-class beta is significantly weaker than an S-class beta. Doesn’t matter how hard they train; biology is against them. That’s just how this works. They will always lack something that the class above them has.

 

I happen to not only be poor, well below middle class if you want to be fancy about it, but also a C-class omega. I don’t have to worry about being wanted by any alpha because I’m just not good enough. That’s basically what my DNA said to me.

 

I’ve come to terms with it. I can’t change it. My chances of mating perfectly are lower than those of any other omega in the classes above me. So alphas tend to take their picks from up there. It doesn’t bother me. I can’t change that part of my life unless I develop magical powers.

 

I can’t shift either. That’s for the B-class or higher.

 

I’m just that wonderful. Read the sarcasm. That’s why I cherish my grades. I’ll always have a defect, something that puts me behind others in life. A B-class omega won’t just get the better mate but also the better jobs. Only a perfect degree can guarantee my life doesn’t continue to be shit.

 

I lucked out, though, when it came to being picked. Or so I thought.

 

When I was ten, I befriended this A-class alpha. Elio. Gorgeous in every way. We’re from the same small village in Sicily. No pack structures. Just a bunch of wolves who formed a loving community. He’s been my best friend since then. I don’t think I could have trusted anyone as much as I trusted him.

 

Elio saw me at my worst. He saw me when my mother flatlined for the first time. He held me. Took me to his treehouse and bored himself listening to me talk about science facts because he knew it would cheer me up. He was there for literally everything.

 

Every stage of my life after the age of ten, he was there.

 

So when he asked me out... I said yes. His family wasn’t as poor as mine. They had enough money to leave the village, but stayed because Elio was comfortable there. He could have chosen anyone else. But he chose me. We dated throughout our final year in high school. I was eighteen at the time.

 

I never had to feel like I was lacking, no matter the comments people made about me. My biological class, and my body. I didn’t care because Elio loved me.

 

When his father remarried, and he had to move to Florence, Tuscany, to start uni, he begged me to go with him. That’s why I’m here. I applied for that special student scholarship and worked my ass off to get in. My first year was a breeze of romantic dates, assignments, and making new friends.

 

I was comfortable. Everything was heading in the right direction.

 

Have I mentioned that I’m pretty smart? Well, that only applies to books.

 

I noticed Elio had changed. His father married this billionaire woman I’ve never heard of, and suddenly Elio had a new car. New phone. New clothes. New friends. New personality.

 

I was scared at first, but he told me.... he told me it would be fine. That physically he’d changed, but he was still my Elio. He was still the guy who stayed with me in the rain when my dad couldn’t pick me up, and caught a cold from doing that. The guy who spent weeks finding a flower I wasn’t allergic to, so I wouldn’t feel left out of the girlfriend experience.

 

He was gentle during our first time.

 

No one loves me more than he does.

 

I felt safe. I felt so safe.

 

So tell me why... why is this happening now?

 

I glanced down, clutching my umbrella. I was coming back from the library. I was figuring out which classes I needed to sign up for my second year when I got a text.

 

Boyfriend[three red hearts]: Darling, we need to talk.

 

Boyfriend[three red hearts]: Look, it’s been fun knowing you all these years, but I think we can both agree that we want different things. You’re content being where you are, and I’m just not okay with that.

 

Boyfriend[three red hearts]: I want something better. Someone who knows how to dress, how to act, someone I can show to my stepmother. I need a real omega who won’t have complications while giving me a child.

 

Boyfriend[three red hearts]: You’re always saying that there’s nothing you can do to change your biological class, and you’re right. So you have to understand that being with a C-class fat omega like you would only drag me down. How would I mingle with my people when I’m being held back by your faults?

 

Boyfriend[three red hearts]: It doesn’t make any sense. I hope you can understand. Don’t lose hope. Maybe there’s a C-class alpha out there looking for his perfect woman. You’d fit right in. I hope you won’t make a scene when we see each other. Try not to love me too much.

 

Boyfriend[three red hearts]: I won’t blame you if you do. I get it, I’m your first love. I’m probably the best you could do. But you’re not the same for me. And puppy love isn’t enough. Try not to cry too much. I’ll always cherish what we had when we were young and dumb. I wish you well, Abigail. It was fun.

 

(Boyfriend[three red hearts] has blocked you.)

 

I don’t even know what to say. Where do I even begin?

 

I thought everything was fine. I was on track to get a degree that would grant me a job despite my hangups, and I had a boyfriend who loved me. So why would he do this?

 

This just isn’t him. It isn’t Elio. He would never block me. He would never insult me. He doesn’t think of me as.... I need to find him. To tell him someone took his phone and they said mean things.

 

I called his direct line and started walking. Water splashed on my boots; the rain was getting stronger. I know I should go back to my dorm, but this is more important than being caught in a storm.

 

I held the phone tightly, my heart racing. It barely rang before I heard an automated voice.

 

“The person you’ve called is unavailable. Please try again later.”

 

Unavailable? He blocked me here, too?

 

No, no, no. That’s not right.

 

Where could he be?

 

It’s a Thursday, and he’ll be at Rosco’s Grill N’ Bar drinking with his new friends.

 

I broke into a sprint, trying not to hit anyone or slam into something. It was hard to see. The rain was harsher now. My umbrella was ripped out of my hand by the harsh winds.

 

Fuck. I shoved my phone under my jacket and continued running. After almost thirty minutes i saw the large sign.

 

I started sobbing, grateful for the water washing my tears away. I peered in through the window and spotted him.

 

He was holding his phone, laughing. I made a move to enter the bar when I saw her.

 

Chelly Anderson. Have you ever seen a model? Slim, long-legged, looks like she belongs on another planet full of other models?

 

That would be Chelly. She’s incredibly beautiful. Not to mention her father is rich, rich. Not up to billionaire rich, but rich enough that Chelly will never have to work. She was hanging off Elio’s arm, wearing a short black dress and laughing at something. He had his free arm wrapped around her waist.

 

He turned on his phone and aimed it at her face. Then showed it to the group. Then broke out into more laughter. I couldn’t tell what he was showing them, but something told me going in there would only hurt me more.

 

It doesn’t look like someone stole his phone.