Page 82 of Stolen Omega

She holds onto his arm while we go into the dance, beaming as she drags her pretty boy date into our boring ass school hall as if he’s the biggest prize at the carnival.

I tag along behind Marianne and Cameron, who’ve been arguing ever since we got into the limo with them. I have no idea what the argument is actually about. All Marianne ever seems to do is criticize him, as if he’s an imbecile she barely puts up with.

“You know what, Marianne? I’m done,” he hisses at her, yanking his arm out of her grasp as we walk into the hall.

She gasps and glowers at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Breaking up with a bitch,” he snaps back, walking away from her.

She glances back at me, her gaze as frosty as always, as if she’s daring me to say something.

I shrug, giving her a bewildered expression as if I can’t believe it either, when in fact I can believe it one hundred and ten percent.

Shaking her head at me, she moves toward Cherise.

Great. I’ll probably have to spend all night trying to make small talk with Max now. Considering he typically barely speaks unless it’s about how great Cherise looks, I’ll be lucky to get a half dozen grunts out of him.

I idly wonder if anyone’s spiked the punch.

The vodka I drank at home, and the Pina Colada at Cherise’s mansion, have made me a little floaty, but I feel like I could use a bit more of that feeling.

Heading over to the refreshments table, I say hi to a couple of classmates in passing before I realize I’m being watched. I glance back, but Cherise and Marianne are deep in conversation, and Max is staring into space beside his girlfriend as if he’s a robot that’s waiting for instructions.

I look ahead and I catch sight of Cameron by the doors that lead to the bathrooms.

He nods at me, and I know he’s trying to get me to follow him.

I’m not sure exactly what it is that makes me decide to do it.

Call it curiosity. Boredom. Loneliness.

Whatever it is, I follow him out to the hallway by the bathrooms.

He walks past them, only stopping to nod again.

Where the hell is he going?

A vague sense of dread falls over me, and I hesitate.

It feels like he’s luring me away somewhere.

I know he’s attracted to me, even if it’s only because I’m an Omega.

I don’t know if I’m okay with starting something that has no real depth.

He probably won’t admit to being with me, and, in all likelihood, he’ll be back together with Marianne by the end of the night, no matter what happens between us.

“This is dumb,” I murmur, even as I turn the corner and see him stepping into the boy’s locker room.

Maybe I’ll just tell him he can’t keep propositioning me.

That nothing can happen between us.

Catching the door before it swings closed, I step into the darkness of the locker room.

No one else is inside. It’s just Cameron and me. It’s dark in here, but not pitch black. There’s a row of frosted windows that let in some slices of light from the streetlights in the carpark outside.

I close the door and he stares at me, leaning against the wall with a slight smirk on his wet lips.

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