Discovered By My Professor Alpha

Chapter 1

Diana's POV.

I walked into the gates of the academy, clutching my bag tightly. Students turned to me as I walked but none were able to grab my attention.

I was always invincible. Never talking but always being talked about.

A few minutes later, I stood in front of my lecture room, clutching the bag tightly once again.

To enter the classroom was hard, I was nervous, scared of the same sickening looks that would be on the classmates face once I walked in.

I moved my feet but before I could take another step, something hit my face, falling down at my feet afterwards.

A rolled piece of paper. I looked up from the paper to the side, and there they were.

One of the many groups who had taken pleasure in bullying and harassing me. We take lectures together and they walk in a group of three. One of them stood in front of the others, standing with her hands crossed.

“What are you doing, little bitch?” She asked, making everyone of them laugh. “Practicing before you enter lecture rooms now?”

I swallowed hard but didn't reply. I looked away from her, clutching the strap of the bag again and wanting to walk into the lecture room.

I had taken another step when one of them dragged my hair from the back, making me wince in pain.

They surrounded me and slammed my back into the wall, the leader running her hands through her hair and lifting my chin up.

“I talked to you and you did what? You ignored me?” She scoffed.

I didn't say anything. No apologies, no fighting back.

The second girl threw another paper at my face and looked at me like I was trash, just like what she had just thrown at me.

“Please let go of me” I took a deep breath. “I need to get into the class”

They all laughed at the same time. “And what about us? We are college delinquents who are unserious, huh?”

“I didn't call you that” I retorted quickly and calmly. “But if that's how you see yourselves, then that's what you are”

That was the little confidence I could use to talk back at bully groups whenever any of them decided to use me as their target of the day.

I had done the unforgivable to them just now. I know these people were surely going to beat me up or make me regret ever saying what I just said.

“Look at this bitch!” The third girl yelled. She moved closer to me, wanting to attack but a suddenly halted footstep made everyone turn their faces to the side.

The lecturer was here. She looked at everyone, her face expressionless and no words coming from her.

She wouldn't dare. Twice, a lecturer had caught students beating me up but they never intervened. No one wants to be involved in my pathetic life.

Everyone moved into the class and the gang leader's eyes lingered on me for a while. A way of telling me they would be back for me.

When I walked in, eyes turned to me like I had expected. Their eyes were filled with disgust, their reactions telling me how unwanted I was in the lecture room.

I got to my seat but couldn't bring myself to sit. Dirt filled the floor, junks filled my table, an egg broken on my chair.

Someone appeared beside me and my face snapped.

“Those people are despicable,” she said. “Let me help you clean your chair,” she said with a sweet smile, raising her handkerchief.

I bowed slightly to her. “thank you”

Her face was new and it looked like she had just joined the class.

When I thought she was going to clean the chair like she had offered to, she snatched my bag from my arm.

It happened so quickly that I could register what she was doing until she cleaned the chair with the bag. I gasped but couldn't stop her.

She laughed, every other person who watched also laughed.

The girl laughed for a while longer, ignoring the presence of the lecturer in the room.

“What were you expecting?” She spat. “That I use my handkerchief to wipe your filthy seat?”

She walked away with a snorted laugh. “Pathetic” her eyes rolled.

Like a fool, I had just been played, deceived and made fun of.

It's been three weeks since I've started schooling here and every goddamn day has been like this. They treated me unfairly because I got in through scholarship, because I was wretched. Surprisingly, I was the only wretched girl who got into the college through a scholarship.

The students here believe I don't deserve to exist among them.

The lecturer in the class was finally seen and the students went silent, listening to her teach but I couldn't concentrate.

People kept throwing stuff at me from the back but I didn't break, I didn't give them the attention they wanted.

Papers, junk remnants and many others were thrown but I didn't react, not until I felt something hit my hair, cracking and breaking open before it got sticky.

I touched my hair and then brought my hand back to my nose.

Someone had thrown an egg at my hair. I turned. All of them stared at me but I couldn't tell who did it.

Again, I turned to my desk. I took a deep breath before I stood up to leave the room to get the hair rinsed.

I had taken only two steps when someone intentionally stretched his leg when I wanted to walk by. I saw it late and that made me end up on the floor with a loud thud, my face laying flat on the floor, my whole elbows hurting so badly.

The students laughed, taking pictures and ignoring the lecturer who yelled at them to stop.

That was it. The life I had been living since I moved to this city. Every day was filled with humiliation, filled with tears and the urge to break.

And what scared me the most, it was becoming a normal part of my life.