The new girl smelled different.

Already Bonnibel hated it. She hadn't even stepped foot in the lesson for more than five seconds before she'd taken her usual deep inhale to get a grasp of her surroundings for immediate threats, identifying that the sickly sweet coming from the omega had been masked somewhat by another alpha's scent.

Bonnibel wanted to sit anywhere but the seat she usually sat at, but the teacher had a strict seating policy and she'd be damned if she let this get in the way of her stellar reputation with the college's faculty members. So she went and sat in the seat across from the new girl, pulled out her belongings, started the tasks that the teacher begun setting them.

She tried her hardest not to get distracted, but it seemed impossible when, whenever she looked up to write down the notes on the board or to start a new question, there was the omegas face, looking bored and distracted by something out the window. It became unreasonably harder still when the omega glanced up at her, green eyes barely focused and bottom lip drawn between teeth. Bonnibel didn't know if she wanted to slap her or take her then and there on the table, show everyone that she ran the school. That this newbie was hers.

Halfway through the lesson, when Bonnibel was done with the set of questions and was mentally debating on whether or not to go to the bathroom so that she could calm down or probably just jack off, the new girl opened her mouth to speak, "Hey, can you help me with question five?"

"No," Was all Bonnibel could really manage through gritted teeth, tightening her grip on her pen as she focussed back on her work. Surely she'd made a mistake that she could nitpick over. Surely she could just pretend to be busy.

"You're done, though," The omega spoke through a pout. "Is this right?" And she had the audacity to push her notebook over Bonnibel's work, tapping near answer five with the end of her pencil.

Bonnibel inhaled slowly. "Do it yourself, mutt."

"You're smart." The omega could only frown some more. "C'mon, Bonnie."

There was a pause in their hushed conversation as Bonnibel blinked at the notebook in front of her. "Who told you my name?"

"Keila," Was what she got in response. Bonnibel sniffed the air once again, coming to the immediate conclusion that this Keila was probably the one who'd scented her. "D'you want my name? We can be fr-,"

"Take your notebook back." Bonnibel huffed, barely keeping in a growl as she threw the offending item back across the table, glancing up at the clock to see that only five minutes had passed. She usually loved being in lesson, but now she just wanted to get out as fast as she possibly could.

The omega whined. "Bonnie, c'mon, I need to pass my classes."

"Stop calling me Bonnie," Bonnibel muttered lowly, trying her hardest not to think about the swelling in her jeans. "If you want to pass so bad, why don't you look at the notes you were supposed to be taking instead of asking me?"

Bonnibel didn't want to dwell on how the bite in her words might've hurt the omega's feelings. If she did she'd end up thinking about making it up to her; giving her slow kisses along the back of her neck, hands on her waist, nails digging into skin and muscle as she fucked her slowly from behind. Maybe the cute pup would whine the same ways she had in conversation, maybe she'd whimper and grip whatever they were fucking against, stammering out a 'please,' as Bonnibel rutted into her like a toy.

Or maybe Bonnibel needed to talk to this Keila girl, tell her to back off from the dumb mutt.

The toilets in the maths block were Bonnibel's favourites. Barely anyone went out of their way during a lunch break to travel all the way to the maths block so they were quiet and almost always empty for the entire fifty minutes.

Which was perfect for when Bonnibel had gotten herself so worked up over the new girl.

And it's not like she made much noise anyway; she wasn't a dumb omega, she didn't whine and cry out whenever she touched herself, never went out of her way to make it obvious what she was doing. She found herself a stall, closed the door, sat down, and got to business.

But boy was she hard when she unbuttoned her jeans, feeling her shaft through the fabric of her boxers. The head was already embarrassingly slick with precum and she brushed her thumb over her slit, letting her head fall back against wall at the much needed attention.

Bonnibel lifted her hips to allow for her jeans and boxers to be pushed down to her knees. Her dick throbbed as she slid her eyes shut, bringing her hand up to stroke at herself as she imagined the new girls mouth around her instead.

God she just wanted to ruin the pretty little angel, have the omega on her knees for her, working her shaft with her mouth even though she was desperately in heat. Giving her head when she just wanted to be filled with a knot.

Bonnibel came quicker than she expected to, spilling over her hand as she pumped her fist down one last time. Despite the alleviation that it gave her, she knew that if she saw the other girl again she'd be in the same position during one of her last lessons, touching herself instead of getting good grades all because of a dumb mutt in heat. She cleaned herself up with the toilet paper provided and left feeling not as relieved as she would've liked.

Lady was sat at their usual table when Bonnibel eventually found herself in the cafeteria. She assumed Jake was absent as she'd gotten a text from him when she woke up saying he was feeling under the weather, but still asked of his whereabouts just to be polite.

"Stayed home ill," Lady confirmed what Bonnibel already knew around a sandwich. "Says he's got the flu but I think it's just an excuse to play a game that came out today."

"Of course," Bonnibel rolled her eyes. "Hey, you wouldn't know a Keila, would you?"

"Uh, yeah, actually. She hangs around with Marceline. I think she's in your chemistry?"

That would explain why Bonnibel didn't feel threatened by the scent. "Who's Marceline?"

It was Lady's turn to roll her eyes. "The new girl, duh."

"Oh," Bonnibel deflated. "Her. Right, well, I guess that makes sense."

"What's up?"

Bonnibel huffed and picked at a loose strand on her jacket. "She's infuriating. Plus, Keila scented her. Like, who does that? She's been here barely two days."

"Oh," Lady smirked. "You're jealous, huh?"

"Why would I be jealous?" She shot her friend a flat look. "I just don't think you should go about scenting people without knowing them."

"Right," Lady drawled, taking another bite of her sandwich. "Me and Jake fucked like three days after meeting, if I remember correctly. Three years later we're a shoe in for most likely to get married."

Bonnibel groaned. "You're gross. Men are gross."

"Hence why you think the new girl is hot stuff, eh?"

"Lady, I swear to god."