Top Dog

You puff your chest out, and sit up straight, firmly declaring to Kai, your former, and soon to be again, classmate, "I'm a top dog. All the way."

He regards you carefully, narrowing his eyes, sizing you up even as he sits right next to you. There's more awkward silence, but he eventually relates with a simple, "M'kay. Whatever," before relaxing and leaning up against the window again. "Like I said, whether or not that's true doesn't exactly matter. Like I said, only one you're cheating is yourself."

There's more silence between you two, so you gather the nerve to ask, "So what about you then?"

"What about me?" he retorts.

"Are you a top dog?" you answer.

He scoffs, snorts, and chuckles softly before sitting up. "Oh yeah, sure," he says calmly. "I get told all the time, I exude big dick energy, even if I ain't packin' nothin' special. Just a neat lil' five incher, nothing to write home about, but the truth is, I prefer taking it anyhow."

"You mean you--"

"Yep," he continues, interrupting yet again. "I'm what you call a power bottom. I take charge, absolutely. I wear the pants. But I'm the one taking the cock, cuz that's just my fuckin' thing, kay? It makes finding a decent partner a pain in the ass, cuz, believe it or not, 'big-dicked omega-bitch" is kind of a wild card combo." He relaxes yet again, only this time with his back against the seat, hands clasped behind his head like a cushion.

"So what you're saying is, you're single?" you say smugly.

He scoffs and lets out another giggle. "Ouch," he mockingly grumbles, putting his hand over his ribs. "My pride, John. You gotta watch where you aim that silver tongue of yours."

The rest of the trip to the university is rather quiet, only a few more passengers boarding, most sticking with the middle and front seat group. Kai, in the meantime, is utterly relaxed, once more leaning against the window and staring out it at the passing countryside the bus continues to venture further into.

Soon, after perhaps an hour or so of this, you feel the bus grinding to a halt one final time, and when you look out Kai's window, and there it is: Alpha and Omega University. The campus is a fine example of neo-gothic architecture, looking much like a typical university you might see in New England, or a Catholic cathedral. It's expansive, to say the least, around 4000 acres or 1620 hectares at minimum, with multiple buildings, courtyards, numerous dormitory buildings of varying size, and all the amenities one would expect out of a university meant to board and instruct the entire New York young adult populace.

The bus doors open, and the driver looks over his shoulder, wordlessly telling everyone to get off. There's several men outside of varying size but all wearing dress casual, two even wearing stereotypical elbow-patched blazers.