Page 11 of Beg for It

CAMDEN

Why did I think getting drunk off my ass was a good idea? It’s been two days since the party and I’m still feeling the effects of my epic hangover.

I groan, my stomach turning as I swallow my suppressants and pray I don’t puke them up, like I have everything else I’ve ingested.

I’m sluggish as I move around my dorm room, slowly dressing for my first day of classes. Fuck, I hope I’m able to get through them. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if I pass out during my first one.

“Stupid.” I mutter to myself as I grab my backpack, slipping my arms through it.

I’ve never been one to party, not even when the clubhouse would throw them, and there were a lot. I’d always hide away in my room, read a book, listen to music or watch a show. If it was nice enough of a night, I’d head down to the creek on the compound’s edge and sit there, watching the stars as the water ran over my feet.

That sounds a hell of a lot better than walking across campus to get my much needed coffee.

I’m going to need to get a job soon or I won’t have any money to my name. Buying five dollar coffees a few times a day adds up. It would be cheaper to just buy a coffee machine, but I’d never be able to make them the way I like them.

I might be an omega in hiding, but I’m still an omega. There’s some things we just crave, and for me, it’s coffee. My life fucking sucks, and this is my little bit of happiness.

Very expensive happiness. Fuck, yeah, after school today I’m going to have to start searching for jobs.

The idea of getting a job doesn’t bother me though. I’m kind of excited. To be out on my own, away from the shackles of my father, of that life I’m trying to leave behind.

Being independent on a smaller level will help a lot when it’s time for me to break away for good.

The trip across campus feels like it takes hours rather than ten minutes. I groan in relief when I step up to the door and pull it open. Then I’m groaning for a whole new reason, a groan I have to force down before I make a fool of myself.

Thankfully my coat is long enough to cover my growing erection. Fucking embarrassing. One whiff of coffee, that's all it takes and I’m hard as stone.

It’s only the smell, not the taste. If that was the case, I’d be cumming in my pants every time I take a drink of it.

My drinks are always packed with flavors, masking the raw coffee scent. The sweetness is a bonus my little omega heart loves.

Annoyance fills me when I see how long the line is. Standing here for the next twenty minutes is the last thing I want to do, not when my head is throbbing. Taking something for the pain isn't an option because pain meds and the suppressants clash. So, in order to hide who I am, and save my own ass, I have to suffer.

Knowing that, you would think I’d try harder to avoid feeling like shit.

Getting in line before it gets any longer, I close my eyes, the pounding behind them making it hard to function.

“Well, well, well. Fancy meeting you here?” The voice has my whole body going stiff, my heart picking up its pace. Henley. Fuck.

Slowly, my eyes open. Blinking the fuzziness away, I stare back at the blonde beta. He’s got a grin that seems far too cheerful for this time of day.

“Hi.” I say. Last time I saw him, I was well on my way to being drunk. I’ve replayed our encounter a million times over in my head, needing to know if I slipped up, if I said something that could give away a piece of who I am and where I’m from. From what I remember, I didn’t. Just told him what I was here to study.

His responses were a bit of a downer.

“You don’t look so good, little beta.” he chuckles. “Rough night?”

Licking my lips, I nod. “You could say that. I’m not much of a drinker.”

“Could have fooled me,” he grins wider. “You were downing those shots like a fish in water.”

Sighing, I step forward in the line as it moves. “Another thing to add to my long list of regrets.” I mutter.

I shouldn’t be talking to him, Jamie said to stay away. And knowing who they are and what they could do to me if they found out who my father was, I should be avoiding them like my life depends on it, and it very well might.

But if I leave, it would look rude and draw more attention to myself. And I really fucking need that coffee or I’m going to be useless until I have my caffeine fix.

“Careful there, little beta.” His voice lowers a bit as he steps closer. “You make it sound like you have a lot to be sorry about.”

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