Ash let out another agonizing sigh as he impatiently scowled at the clock hanging from the ceiling, as if his anger could make time rush faster.
As per usual, the Omega teen had long since drowned out Professor Oak's lecture. Instead, enabling his mind to begin to wander, relishing in the bliss of his own fanatsies. Even though daydreaming seemed to happen almost frequently with the Omega, Ash's attention span seemed to be cut in half, what with the upcoming sports festival clocking in a mere month away.
Of course, Ash wasn't the only student who had become antsy with excitement. The buzz around the school was abnormally high this year overall as the sports festival was to be held at Woodland Creek.
The gossip networks chattered shamelessly amongst themselves. Who was gonna win, the competition, and rumors about a not so subtle change in the program spread like wildfire, on the edge of every Woodland Creek High student. Word had it that Lance, the head Master, was planning on making a mix up of the partnership pairing starting as of this year. Breaking a tradition that had been once held for decades.
Ash refrained himself from yawning as his professor continued to drone on about triangles, Pythagorean theorem, and other math concepts that he couldn't fathom to comprehend. The lackluster math subject boring the teen to death in comparison to his racing mind on the sports competitions.
Eventually, Ash promptly came to the revolution that his sleek, black, gel pen wasa much more worthy object of his undivided attention. Ash noted the grimace on the professor Oaks face as he so effortlessly spun the piece of writing equipment through his fingers, but did not acknowledge it, as he continued to dwell on anything but the blackboard.
Then, at last, the sound of harmonious relief filtered throughout the school building. The fifth-period bell trilled throughout the school building. Disrupting silence in the classrooms and igniting excitement as kids eagerly crammed their books into their bags. Hastily leaving their classes and proceeding to lunch.
"Alright, class dismissed. Don't forget to hand in those term papers next week!" Professor Oak reminded his students as he finished sprawling the geometric algorithms on the blackboard.
Ash relinquished everything his professor had uttered, the information flying over his head. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Ash bolted out of his seat, immediately making a beeline for the cafeteria. His chair clanging onto the floor from the brute force exerted on the metal seat.
Ripping through the hallways in a clumsy sprint, Ash burst open the wooden doors leading to the cafeteria, a deafening bang succeeding after. A triumphant smirk graced the raven-haired teen features when he saw the line to the sloppy Joe's remained deserted and empty. Just as he started zoning in on the food that was practically singing his name, a voice called for the boys' attention.
Ash growled at the interference between himself and the food. Until he gazed up at the boy who was casually stalking towards him.
"Ash! Over here, you oversized glutton!" The boy taunted, flipping his green locks of hair in an overly exaggerated toss. Making numerous Omega girls swoon in his direction.
"Oversized? The only oversized thing I can see from here is your inflated ego, Hayden," Ash remarked icily. Sneering at the green-haired teen across the cafeteria. The tension between the two escalating rapidly, neither of their stances faltering. Ash even began paying no mind to the people who began filling into the food line.
However, the desultory tension between the two Omegas rapidly dissipated just as suddenly as it came. Both boy's hard and stoic expressions slowly morphing into contagious grins, the glares evaporating into the air.
Ash, being the first to cave, abruptly doubled over in boisterous laughter. Drew imitating the action, chortling lightly to himself. The two 17-year-olds making the attention of their fellow students gravitate towards them and their obnoxiously loud snickering.
"What's up, Ash?" Drew began, the first of the two to efficiently start composing himself, strutting up to Ash in an undeniably handsome way. Though Drew was only an Omega, he sure did have the looks and charms of an Alpha. His razor-sharp facial features, mesmerizing emerald green eyes, and a decently sculptured body was certainly a sight for sore eyes.
"Sup' Drew," Ash grinned back boyishly as he inattentively slung his arm around his green-haired best friend.
"Awe, my two friends are getting along, how cute," a brunette remarked behind the oblivious teens, her lips set in a mischievous smile.
Ash and Drew whipped around to face an overly amused and confident Omega, May Maple. Her arms crossed in front of her chest as she gazed at the two boys superiorly, considering herself the only sane one out of the three.
"May," Drew seethed, gritting his teeth in fury, his gaze livid, and eyes flashing with indignance. Confronting the only female Omega that could make his skin crawl and utterly avoid his flirtatious habits like the plague.
"Hayden, did you miss me? I'm touched," May taunted, holding her pale, white hand to the center of her chest, sniggering at the beat scarlet blush dispersing along Drew's neck as if he had been in the sun too long.
"The day I'll ever miss someone like you, is the day pigs fly," Drew scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"You can fly?" May retorted, snorting back a laugh at the hysterical trap Drew had set himself into. Almost like a moth fluttering a little to close to the electrocuting light.
"Pfft," Ash sciffed, clamping his hand against his lips to suppress his mocking mirth as his two best friends commenced, yet another, verbal sparring match in the middle of the cafeteria. Though, this didn't stammer the rest of the school's student body. Kids continued their waltzing around the two pent up teens with insanely high amounts of sexual and hormonal tension. Meanwhile, May and Drew were none the wiser, blocking out everybody (unbeknownst to them), but each other.
Ash, upon realizing that nothing was going to break apart his two stubborn friends, made his way back to the place he was aiming for originally; the lunch line.
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Dawn Berlitz elbowed and dodged as many students as she could. Shouting rushed, "excuse me's" and, "make way for Dawn's," while scurrying through the minefeild otherwise known as the Woodland Creek cafeteria.
The space was jammed packed with Alpha's, and respectively Omegas as well. Though, neither side had to be inclined to worry about socializing with the other. That was what the division between the two sides were for. A litter of reds and whites were filtered throughout the Omegas side, as were a series of blues neatly hung and decorated on the Alpha's marked territory.
Squeezing her way through the rest of the Alpha students, Dawn eventually came to a halt. The clump of student body would deter anyone even if they were in a frenzy to find a friend.
Especially if said person yearned for the perfection of their hair, make-up, and beautifully manicured fingernails like Dawn. Hey, if she had to look on the brink of insanity to find the queen Alpha, Dawn rationalized she might as well look good while doing it.
However, the sudden stop made the Alpha lose her footing. Using her hands (mindful of her manicure) to support herself on one of the series of lunch tables, she momentarily caught her breath. Eagerly contemplating where her fiery-red headed friend could have up and vanished too. Checking her phone in one last desperate attempt, wishing that by some miracle it would shed light on where the Alpha had gone.
"Troublesome, what in the world are you doing?" A gravely, hoarsed voice calmly inquired, interrupting the blue-haired beauty out of her frantic thoughts.
"Paul quit that," Dawn whimpered, spinning on her heal to face the purple-haired instigator. Pouting at the horrid use of the nickname the older boy constantly, without fail, mocked her with. It could have been so endearing if only it weren't an insult.
Paul had been her own epitome, and definition of the expression 'the lesser of two evils.' Only there were no actual other evils around to compare the purple-haired teen to, it just fit his outwardly persona in Dawn's imagination.
"Whatever you say, Troublesome," Paul smirked, finding it incredibly amusing when she jetted out her bottom lip in a small quiver to convey the most innocent of puppy-dog looks.
"Ugh, you're impossible," Dawn huffed when her attempt at breaking the stoic teen to feel even an ounce of compassion, or remorse fell empty.
Paul coyly smiled, lifting both of his hands to gesture that he was guilty. It never ceased to amaze the Alpha how wound up Dawn could become just from the most simplistic actions. The girl was the equivalent to the complexity of a jack-in-the-box. Though, Dawn's 'POP' was hands down more temperamental, and demanding.
"Listen," Dawn attempted again, her voice morphing into the most serious tone she cold muster. Despite some of her short-comings, the girl was a lot more witty than what some could give her credit for. She may be a bit vain and ditzy but Dawn was completely out of the spectrum of stupidity. And regardless of her usual bubbly front, Dawn was quite capable of putting her foot down when push came to shove, and it didn't take much of either of those options to put Dawn over the edge.
That's what lead Paul into conjuring about his own little theory as to why Dawn and Misty made such good friends. Nothing said 'besties' better than bonding over temperamental issues. Not that Paul would openly discuss those theories out loud. He may be tough, but Paul knew when to bite his tongue, even more so since he kind of valued his life.
"I've been looking for Misty, and it's incredibly urgent. I mean like, life or death urgent!" Dawn started. Implicitly pleading, clasping her hands together in a tight squeeze, yearning for Paul to give her the directions to Misty's whereabouts. Chucking all of her wishful pleas that Misty was ever going to efficiently text her back out of her imaginary window. Paul only rolled his eyes exasperatedly at Dawn's dramatics, the sarcastic gesture only to be returned with a glare.
"Look, Troublesome, if this is another one of your absurd fashion crisis, you can forget-"
"No! I pinky swear it's not about Misty's dead ends!" Dawn interjected, waving her hands frantically in a short dismissal of Paul's thoughts.
"Although, I should probably get that girl a hair salon appointment... I wonder if Zoey's still takes walk-in..." Dawn murmured lightly. Enabling herself to entirely neglect the issue she had brought up in the first place.
"Troublesome, focus!" Paul snapped, agitated by the bluenettes lack of any attention-span whatsoever. Yeah, the girl was smart. Now that didn't exactly confirm that she couldn't be aired-headed at times...
"R-right!" Dawn chirped up again, recalling her intentions on why she needed to urgently find Misty.
"And..." Paul urged on, still waiting for the explanations to come spewing out of Dawn's overly chatty mouth.
"Ok, I've done some snooping and," Paul threw her a look of discouragement.
"Hey! Don't give me that look! You want an answer or not? Anyways, I heard from Leaf, who heard from Barry, who heard from his friend Tracey..."
Dawn fleetingly took a couple of precious gulps of air before continuing her rant.
"Apparently this year's sports festival is going to have a twist! This year, all partners will be hand selected by principal Lance himself! And get this, it's possible that Alphas could be paired up with Omegas during the team events!" Dawn slouched over. Her labored breaths stentorian as she wrapped up the big news she had been carrying since third-period that day.
Paul merely raised his eyebrows in an inquisitive manner, not really sure if he should be concerned about Dawn's mental well being.
"There's no way Lance would be dumb enough to pair an Omega with an Alpha for a sports festival. Not only is that absolutely ludicrous, but just downright impossible," Paul ridiculed, shaking his head in pure denial.
"That's exactly what I said!" Dawn yelped, "But I assure you, it's all legitimate! That's why I have to tell Misty! That Alpha practically breathes those sports festivals! I mean don't get me wrong, all of us Alphas are looking forward to it, but not as much as Misty. There's a reason that girl was given the title, Pack Leader!" Dawn panicked, lashing her head to and fro in desperation to find her best friend.
"Alright, alright.." Paul sighed, caving into Dawn's cries of help. "I believe you, but I haven't seen Misty since this morning, so I'm really not a lot of help."
"Oh! That's alright!" Dawn perked, her entire mood shifting from panicked and distressed to calm in an alarmingly quick switch.
"I know exactly how to find her now!" Dawn declared, her grip on Paul's hand tightening as they weaved through the lunch crowd, and Dawn's devious smile warned Paul that he should be scared.
Very scared.
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Misty hummed silently to herself as she flawlessly threaded through the hoards of Alpha's flooding into the Alpha's domain of the cafeteria. Albeit, it certainly made it easier when they all parted out of their ways to clinch that Misty had enough room to get through. Practically worshipping and idolizing her like a queen.
"Congratulations on another win Misty!"
"Fast as ever Waterflower!"
"Pack leading Alpha right here!"
Misty couldn't help but gloat under the everlasting sea of compliments. Absorbing and appreciating every single one of them. Though, as much as Misty would have adored thanking every other Alpha that basked her in glory, her stomach said otherwise. Misty hadn't eaten a single thing all day and she was in a blind rush for food. Even Omega lunch food would have sufficed at that point.
However, in the redheads, impetuous bolt to the lunch line, her passing of the freakishly large, cerulean blue, Alpha lunch sign didn't even strike her. Never dawning on the girl that she had indeed crossed over to the Omega's territory of the cafeteria.
Ash was ecstatic when he had finally got his precious lunch. An almost disgustingly hefty amount of questionable food combinations consisting of chips, sandwiches, and soft drinks piled on Ash's tray like a miniature, edible Mount Everest. A sore eye for some students, which made them look away in utter repulsion, but was nothing short of heaven for the raven-haired Omega.
Unfortunately, Ash's and Misty's stomachs seemed to be their own downfalls when they both found themselves ungracefully splattering onto the floor. Along with Ash's lunch clanging with a booming smack that echoed throughout the lunch room. Heads whipped in their direction to find the source of the excitement.
Ash sat on the cool, tiled floor flabbergasted, gawking in astonishment. His eyes hesitantly trailed over the massacre of food sprawled out in wild directions like a child's finger-painting. Golden yellow mustard, tomato red ketchup drops, and ranch dressing began pouring into one another, creating a unique and indistinguishable color of murky orange.
Sweeping over the damage and surveying the stains scattered over his clothing, finally, Ash built the inner courage to peak at the victim of his unappetizing art creation. His brain frazzled and distorted as he half-heartedly assessing the amount of trouble he was bound to be in.
Liquid, chocolate brown eyes met striking cerulean blue orbs and time froze in place. Ash sucked in his breath, finding it incredibly difficult to catch his breath, the room closing in on the hyperventilating Omega.
Misty was covered head-to-toe in greasy cheeses and meats. The mix of the two foods plopped onto the tile like runny paint. Her eyes widened in shock and incredulity.
Fury blazed in the red-headed girl's eyes, her temper flaring. Misty's glare shifted to the person responsible for her utter humiliation. All rapid fire strings of curses lodged themselves back into Misty's throat, fizzling out like a flame in the rain as she locked gazes with a sparkling brown-eyed boy. Her superior composure deteriorated, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable under the gaze of the mysterious Omega, labeled by his red uniform.
Ash was the first to recollect himself. Recoiling at the hundreds of glares boring into him as half of the student body, both Omega and Alpha, looked at him with either pitying or outraged looks. Heaving himself upright, Ash took in deep and steady breathes as he offered his hand out to Misty in, what he hoped, was a chivalrous gesture. The room's eerie silence wasn't reassuring. In fact, the jostling noise of the pact, chaotic, and conventional cafeteria would have been a lot less detrimental to Ash's conscience.
Misty studied Ash's outstretched hand, an evident hesitancy in her sluggish movements, almost second guessing the offer. Though, when her hand eventually brushed over Ash's it felt like a spark jolted pleasantly on the palm of her hand. Wanting to further investigate the giddy feeling in her stomach, Misty laced her fingers fully into his hands.
Ash could have sworn his face was melting. As if a fire decided to ignite itself in his stomach from all the butterflires fluttering in it, and the flames licked themselves up to his cheeks. If his face wasn't beat red in embarrassment, then Ash swore to himself that he would be taking a very hasty trip to Nurse Joy's office. Misty's hand was warm and dainty in his, though he begrudgingly admitted it to even himself.
Soon, Ash felt Misty's velvety soft hand morph into his, their body heat radiating tenfold at the proximity they were facing one another. Determentily, Ash brushed the thoughts away. Repulsion at the realization of what he was thinking hit Ash like a ton of bricks. He should not be feeling this way with an Alpha of all people. No matter how much the nagging voice in the back of his head said otherwise.
Eventually, a burst of robustness coursed through Ash's veins. Pumping in him with enough credence to lift the Alpha into an upright position.
Misty continued to gape at Ash in awe once she was lifted. Their eyes fastening once more. The room was motionless while both the Alpha's and Omega's thoughts raced on numbingly.
However, the luminous moment shattered like glass as the untouched hush over the lunchroom lifted when thundering footsteps sped towards the hub of the pandemonium.
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AN: Well I hope you found my little story amusing so far. Sorry, but my updates on my stories(such as this one) will not be very frequent at the moment due to loads of work. Anyways, please enjoy my story and give me any feedback/insightful criticism.