006: The Brothers—Romeo Amoretti PT 2

~~Abigail Darlington~~ 

The class starts exactly when Professor Nero said it would. An hour later. Students filled the entire room. Two girls sat on either side of me and complimented my top. I tried not to freak out about it because I’ve basically got my tits out on display. Not showing my nipples doesn’t exactly change things.

Instead of freaking the fuck out of my mind, I smiled at them and thanked them. The girls seemed pretty nice, and it wasn’t until I got their scent that I realized they’re betas.

Can I say my favorite people are betas who aren’t A-class? They’re so kind. They honestly don’t give a damn about anyone else or what society thinks about us. I love them for that, even though I’ve been burned enough by a lot of them. I keep running into the A-class versions.

The girls set up their accounts, and one of them says something.

“Hey, have I seen you before? Were you at Chelly’s party last week?”

I was about to say something, as I would rather die than show up to a party thrown by that bitch... but Romeo clears his throat, shutting everything up. No one makes a sound.

Mind you, this is supposed to be a full class, but there are only twenty-six people here. He’s a grumpy man for sure.

“Ladies, if you want to talk. Leave the class.” His tone is sharp, and he stared pointedly, waiting to see what we do next.

None of us breathe. After a few minutes, he finally started the class.

Forget introduction classes, Romeo Amoretti just jumps right into it. Like we’re skipping the first two semesters and heading straight for the third. I rubbed my forehead and leaned back into my seat.

I could immediately see why people are dropping his classes.

Twenty-four minutes into this, and the girl to my right cuts in instantly, to ask the glorious question that most of the students are wondering because I can’t hear anyone writing or doing anything but staring at his back as he writes things on the digital board.

“Sir.”

Romeo growled softly. Call me crazy, but that growl spoke louder than words. He was saying she annoyed him. The girl shrank back.

“Never mind.” She mumbled, staring at her hands.

“Why aren’t you starting the course the right way?” I said, not really thinking about it. I'm going to pull off the blonde brat who has no decorum in class. I judged those girls when I was younger, and I would like to apologize. They get shit done.

Romeo pauses his hand, and the students turn to stare at me.

“What?”

“You’re supposed to introduce the course, and what you hope to teach us this semester. Why are you teaching drifter transformation?”

Which is a complex level of transformation that heads into the magic territory for wolves who can’t shift but have suddenly developed the gene that allows them to do so. It occurs in lower-class shifters. Why would that be a first-semester topic at all?

“You don’t know what shifting is?”

I cock up an eyebrow as he turned around to face me. “I’m not sure. But I was promised a thorough class that involves starting from the beginning.”

I can see the anger filling his features. His eyes go over the entire class, and he grumbles something none of us hear. Then he clicks something on his pen, and the board is wiped clean.

“See me after class, Miss Ricci.”

I smile and nod. “Okay, sir.” Then I wink, and he looks so done with me. I tried not to laugh.

The class goes on, and he actually does his job. Introduces us to the topics we’ll go over during this semester. The entire class is actually boring because this man can’t be bothered to keep his students invested. He’s a bad teacher. When someone asks a question, he shuts them down instantly, acting like they were his life's biggest grievance.

By the end of it contemplated whether my revenge was worth getting my first failing grade, because if this is how he teaches, then I’m not going to learn a damn thing. I have to tutor myself to pass the class. But then again.... I need to be here trying to flirt with him and his brothers.

Mentally, this revenge plan is already exhausting. But I remember the chelly comment from that girl. I have no idea why she would think I’d be at such a party, but it’s got me remembering that Elio hasn’t stopped talking about me on his socials. The comparisons have not ceased for whatever reason.

I sighed silently and waited for the class to be empty. I have to tough this out until this man is willing to fuck me. I need to burn Elio more than he’s burned me. I need him to cry for me, while I laugh in his face.

Once the class was cleared of students, I started putting my stuff into my bag while Romeo stared. Following all of my movements like he’s dissecting each one.

“Hurry up.” I ignored him, even going as far as to pull some stuff out and put it back into the bag. Hearing his annoyed, grumpy sound made me giggle. That just pissed him off even more.

Eventually, I’m done, and I head to the front of the class. I stopped in front of his desk.

“So are we gonna do this on the desk or pressed against the board?”

Romeo’s jaw drops, his eyes going wide like I’ve spoken a foreign language.

“Are you fucking insane? You thought I.... we just met... why would I fuck you?”

I shrugged. “Then why did you want to see me?” I put on my best confused face.

“You.... oh my fucking god. I can’t kick you out of my class, but I know a girl like you can’t last here.” He steps up to me, and I drop my eyes to his chest. Wow, this man is muscular as fuck.

“Damn, whatever you say.”

“Are you even listening?” He shot his right hand up, cupping my chin and forcing my eyes up.

“Oh yeah. I heard you, something thick chest, school. Something,” I mumbled a bunch of words, and that seemed to get him even more riled up. He is easy to trigger. File that away.

“Behave, Miss Ricci. I own a quarter of this school, I can have you—”

“On my knees? I know. You don’t need to flex your wealth for that.”

His eyes turn into something else, and his grip gets tighter. I simply stared. More determined than scared.

Then he released me. “Fine. You wanna play that game? Okay. Let’s make a bet.”

My interest is piqued. “What bet? I’m down.”

He folds his arms across his chest, his biceps flexing through the movement. “If you can pass your first pop quiz, I won’t tell you when it’ll happen, but if you pass it with no less than an A, I’ll give you anything you want for a full day. But if you fail, and let’s be honest, you probably will, you drop my class and find someone else to annoy.”

Me? fail a class? Oh, he doesn’t know who he’s messing with. But I frowned.

“How the fuck am I going to pass a pop quiz on a class I just started?”

His face turns blank. “Deal?”

I nibbled my lower lip nervously, putting on this whole act. “Fine. Deal. You can’t go back on it.”

“I’m a man of my word. Now scram.”

I walked out slowly, not saying anything else to him. I wanted him to really believe I was devastated. I mean, this man doesn’t know fuck about me. I’m a lower-class omega. Everything points to me being a disaster in this class. I can’t shift either.

Hearing the slam of the door behind me, I smiled.

Tomorrow I’ll check out Niccolo’s class, but Romeo is going to be easy. He has no choice but to do what I say for a day because I don’t fail classes. It's not in my nature to do so. I don’t even think I’ve seen a failed subject since I was born.

I can’t fail. Even if I lose sleep juggling my plan and studying for this surprise test that can pop up anytime.

I stretched my arms, whipped out my phone to call Jade, when I got a notification from Elio’s account.

Would you believe this bastard posted me again? For someone moving on, he can’t get his foot off my throat.

Enjoy your girlfriend, Elio. When I fuck your stepbrothers, you’re going to be in shambles.