With the nerds in the front

You figure, why bother trying to squeeze all the way through to get a seat, when there's an easy one right in front of you? So, you plop down in the second row, on the left side, next to a listless redhead staring out a window. He seems to be the only one of the four that isn't a nervous wreck this morning, more so just bored that he has to be here. He glances over at you briefly, then returns to gazing outside. That brief look you had of him, told you that this kid wasn't actually your age, but likely a year or two older, so probably a sophomore or junior.

The best thing you could do at this point was introduce yourself, so you did, tapping him once on the shoulder with an open hand and saying calmly, "Uh, hey there. I'm John Doe. I'm, uh, a freshman I guess... Again... And uh, just thought I'd try making friends early."

The reflection on the window showed this redhead very visibly rolling his eyes, before he sat up to meet your gaze for a moment, studying you, in just that brief moment. Then he was back to staring off into space, mumbling, "I'm Kai. Surprised you didn't recognize me, not like we went to high school together or anything. I totally wasn't sat behind you in World History the entire junior year." Wait, what?

"Wait, what?" You found yourself blurting your thoughts out loud now. "I... No, I don't recognize you... I guess we never actually were formally introduced."

He just let out a dejected sigh and shrugged. "That's typical. Whatever man, I dropped out anyways, shit was pointless, but AOU's a government mandated thing so I took the bull by the horns and entered early so I could move on with my life."

There was this awkward moment of silence, when Kai sat up sharply, and looked over at you. He scowled for a moment. "You a virgin, dude?" he asked bluntly, not really caring about tact in the slightest.

"I-I'm sorry?" you ask in surprise, stunned by the forwardness.

He completely ignores you, and just keeps talking. "What're you packin' anyways? You know this ain't some regular school, right? Shit gets real horny, real fast. You a top or a bottom? Believe it or not, it doesn't really matter, the Alphas are the ones that decide which hole gets which cock, know what I'm saying? So really you gotta ask yourself, am I an alpha, or an omega? Don't fall for the bullshit entrance exam's, well, bullshit, dude. Being an alpha or an omega is a feeling, ya know? You either are a top dog, or you ain't. It's called big dick energy. You don't gotta have a big dick to have big dick energy, if that makes sense. So what are you? You froggy, you a top dog? Or are you a bitch?"

"Dude, what are you even--"

"Answer the fucking question, yo," he snaps. The other guys at your end of the bus are all paying rapt attention. If they weren't nervous before, they are now. "I'll say it one last time. Are you a top dog, or are you a bitch? You better speak with some honesty, cuz otherwise you're only cheating yourself."