Omega
by
REMDreams
Stiles slumped in his chair, his hoodie pulled over his head, his eyes diverted to the window by his desk as he watched a group of jocks walk together toward the gymnasium. They were probably all Alphas; strong, fast, steady, and above all filled with ego. Alphas thought of themselves as gods among men. It was hard for Stiles to wrap his head around how they could hang out together without their egos getting the best of them.
"Mr. Stilinski!"
Stiles' head snapped to the teacher in the front of the classroom. He was in Omega Groundwork Class, which was a fancy way of saying 'how to please your Alpha'.
"Yes?"
"What is the answer, Mr. Stilinski?" The teacher was losing patience. Stiles looked around the classroom quickly for a sign of what the teacher might have been talking about, but he came up blank. "To the office, Mr. Stilinski."
Stiles stood up slowly, throwing his book bag over his shoulder as he walked to the front of the classroom to collect the pass the teacher was writing out. "Second time this week." They mumbled, but Stiles ignored them. He wasn't interested in "Omega Groundwork" or any of his classes for that matter.
The school had separated the three different classes; Alpha, Beta, and Omega, which taught completely different types of course work. While Stiles learned how to prepare himself for a nice home and a children, his friend Scott, who happened to be an Alpha, learned math, science, and history, and took gym class three times a week. Allison, his Beta girlfriend learned pretty much the same things as well, people were just nicer to Beta's in general. She had the option to take Omega or Alpha classes, and most Betas, smart Betas, took the Alpha classes.
Once in the front office the lady at the front desk took his pass and told him to sit in the waiting room, which was, surprise, was filled with Alphas who all stared at him the moment he sat down.
"Hey there, pretty, what's your name?" One asked with a smirk. The guy next to him chuckled under his breath.
"It's shut the fuck up." Stiles hissed.
"Oh, he's a feisty one!" The meat head laughed. "Hey, baby, I'm willing to forgive you if you come over here and give me a kiss. Come on!" He pointed to his cheek and pouted his lips. "Come on, princess!"
Stiles was fuming, but just looked away from them. There was nothing he could do! Those guys could easily break him if they got into a fight, and he was stepping out of line for even talking to an Alpha he didn't know. That's right, Omegas weren't allowed to speak to Alphas they didn't know. It was a social construct dating back god knows how long. It was annoying to say the least. If he had to go somewhere he had to ask his father or one of his Beta or Alpha friends to take him.
"Jason, Mark, stop that!" The lady from the front desk hissed as she walked pass the waiting area. The guys laughed and started talking amongst themselves again. Stiles was thankful.
"Mr. Stilinski?"
Stiles looked up. The principal was a tall man with jet white hair and a stern face. He oozed Alpha and Stiles hated him, although his biology said otherwise. Omegas were, of course, drawn to the scent of Alphas, because of this the school district was talking about having Omegas attend different schools. Right now Omega schools were optional. It was in the final stages of planning for mandatory.
The principal, Mr. Combs, gestured with his finger to Stiles to follow him. Once inside of the office with the door closed Stiles felt extremely small and unnerved. Mr. Combs took his seat across from Stiles on the other side of his large wooden desk. He flipped open a folder on his desk and flipped through it casually. The clock in the room seemed to tick loudly in the background.
"Speaking out of turn, speaking to unknown Alphas, sleeping in class, turning in countless amounts of late homework, talking back…absences are good…alright, Stiles, what are we going to do with you?" Mr. Combs finally looked up at him.
Stiles diverted his eyes. It was rude to look Alpha's in their eyes, but it was also intimidating. "I didn't do anything wrong."
"Compared to your classmates you have done plenty. It's one thing to have one or two things on your sheet, but Stiles with is unreasonable. I don't know if it's because you're close to being mating ready-" Stiles blushed, "-or because you're always around Alphas that you feel the need to act up so much. I've talked to Ms. Novak, the school consoler, and she thinks that maybe it's the amount of time you spend around Alphas."
"I don't talk to Alphas." Stiles mumbled.
"You're friend Scott, he's an Alpha…and a few others. I won't get into this because I don't know you well enough. I'm only going on what's on your file, but I think you should get consoling from Ms. Novak. We're also going to set up a meeting with your parents about Omega school."
"Why?" Stiles looked up, but quickly looked away again. Mr. Combs was very intimidating.
"We don't know if you behavior is from being around Alphas, or your first heat cycle, or what." He said it so condescendingly that Stiles squirmed in his chair. Mr. Combs picked up the phone and called Stiles' father so they could set up a meeting before sending Stiles back to the waiting room to wait for lunch period where he could talk to his friends. He felt stripped of dignity.
He didn't bother getting lunch and when he sat down at the lunch table Scott and Lydia were already sitting and eating. Alphas got their food first.
"Sup, dude?" Scott asked as he munched on a bread stick.
"You look unhappy." Lydia cocked an eyebrow.
Stiles rubbed his face. "The principal wants to talk to my dad about my behavior because I'm not acting enough like an Omega!"
"Oh, man, that sucks. You don't think they'll put you in that Omega school do you?" Scott asked concerned.
"He mentioned it."
"That's horrible. They aren't taking you anywhere." Lydia frowned.
"Taking who, where?" Allison asked sitting down.
"They want to put Stiles in an Omega school."
"Oh my God, really?" Allison showed extreme concern.
"It's okay, guys, really! It's just a meeting!" Stiles waved his hands. "I'm sure it's nothing. They said I'm hanging around too many Alphas, but I don't!"
"Scott and I are Alphas, Stiles. Scott is your best friend." Lydia chimed in.
"Yeah…but…I mean…that doesn't make me less of anything!" Stiles huffed.
"Dude, don't sweat it. They aren't going to do anything to you." Scott reassured. "There are plenty of Omegas that hang out with Alphas at this school and the principal doesn't say anything to them."
"Well…I mean usually they are pretty quiet about it, ya know? Look over there." Lydia gestured to the table next to them. "You can spot the Omega sitting over there from a mile away."
The omega at the table had his head down, and was eating slowly. Everyone else was talking loudly and laughing. The person sitting next to him took his apple off his tray and began to munch on it without even looking in their direction. Stiles was pretty sure they were dating, but they never spoke to each other during school hours. It was a wonder how they even started dating.
"Whereas you Stiles, don't act like that at all." Lydia finished.
"Yeah, but I don't want to be like that." Stiles huffed as Isaac sat down at the table. Isaac, unlike Stiles, was extremely quiet. Everyone knew his father beat him. He'd show up to school with burses and cuts and say he fell, but you don't get a black eye from falling down stairs.
Stiles glanced at him them away. He wished Isaac was more like him. He wanted Isaac to gain some control of his life, but he knew as soon as Isaac was mating ready his father was signing him over to the first Alpha that stepped up.
"How are you doing today, Isaac?" Allison asked with a small grin.
"I'm okay." He replied in a small voice without looking up as he prepared to eat. Everyone was sure the only reason Isaac wasn't in Omega school was because his father didn't want to fill out the extra paperwork.
Stiles was afraid for him, more so than other Omegas. Isaac couldn't stand up for himself. He barely spoke, barely ate, and barely looked up. To any Alpha he was perfectly subdued, but Stiles knew it wasn't alright. What was even worse was the semiannual Omega Display the school held was coming up this week.
The Omega Display was held at all high schools that had Omegas. Older Alphas and Betas would come to the school in search of a mate for when they were mating ready. It was a big ordeal for some Omegas who dressed up and smiled at everyone that passed a glance their way, but to Stiles it was torcher, and he knew it had to feel the same for Isaac.
On top of that, if an Omega was picked and turned out to be mating ready, the Alpha or Beta would sign a dowry agreement that would go to the parents to agree to. Afterward they would be taken out of school, no questions asked. Omega agreements were about money and bragging rights. Families wanted Omegas for that reason. They would get paid to have then mated off. Stiles shivered at the thought.
No fucking Alpha was taking him. He wasn't getting mated off.
"I'm going to go to class early." Stiles stood slowly.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked.
"Fine." Stiles lied and headed out.
After school at home his father was waiting for him. He was sitting in the living room and called him in. Stiles dragged his feet.
"Again, Stiles?" His dad asked.
"I don't know what to say!" Stiles threw his hands up. "I didn't choose any of this!"
"Stiles." Sheriff Stilinski stood now. "You can't keep acting up in class. You can't keep getting into trouble! You're going to have a hard time getting a mate and-"
"MATE!" Stiles shouted. "Dad, dad I don't want a mate! I'm too young to be mated!"
"You think I don't know that? You think I want to see you taken away? Stiles, son, I love you, but this is the way things are. I'm not asking for you to start baking bread and calling in Alpha, I'm asking you to behave at least in school. This is…this...is realty. We've had this conversation already-"
"Then you should know how I feel!"
"Stiles, listen, I know this is hard for you, but one day you are going to have to find a mate. You can't do anything without a mate. I can't be there for you always." The Sheriff sagged a little. "I love you, I do, and the last thing I want is to see you unhappy, but this is what it's going to be."
Stiles shook his head. "I don't want to be mated." Stiles felt the first pricks of tears sting his eyes and he wanted to punch himself for crying. His father came to him quickly and wrapped his arms around him. Stiles buried his face in his father's chest.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, champ. No one is going to take you away from me, alright?"
"But dad…" Stiles said through sobs.
"No, listen to me. No matter what, you will always have a place here. I just want you to do well in school, okay?"
Stiles nodded.
"Okay." He kissed the top of his son's head and Stiles went upstairs. Once inside his room he flopped down on his bed and check his phone. Surprise, surprise, Isaac had texted him. He usually never texted anyone.
-Stiles? I need your help.
-What's going on?
-This week is OD…
-Yeah, but you haven't reached mating ready have you?
There was a long pause in the texting, so Stiles went to take a shower. When he returned he had two messages from Isaac.
-I did…last week –Stiles I'm scared.
Stiles felt his stomach drop. No. Not Isaac. He was only sixteen, granted, they were both sixteen, but still. Stiles clutched his phone and tried to think of an answer, but none came. He'd always told himself he'd get out of it somehow, but here, now, with it looming over their heads and knowing Isaac's father's tendencies, he wouldn't see Isaac again for a very long time, if ever.
-Don't panic...we'll think of something.
-I don't want to get hurt.
-I know…
-What if they are like…you know…
-I don't know Isaac. I keep telling myself I do, but I don't. I'm so sorry, man…
Isaac didn't text back quickly so Stiles got up and hit the internet. He started to look for forms that might help them now that this was looming over them like a storm. Isaac was next. He was going to be one of those Omegas that were pulled out of school, and never seen again. Stiles had heard horror stories of what Alphas do to Omegas. No one checked on Omegas, and families, once Omegas were mated, lost almost all rights. Everyone turned a blind eye to the abuse. Being an Omega was a huge gamble.
Isaac texted back two hours later.
-My dad is drunk…
Stiles heart dropped.
-Should I come and get you? Or tell Scott?
-No, he'll get mad.
Stiles shook his head. Isaac was terrified of his father. He wasn't going to leave him there. Not tonight. He got dressed again and climbed out his window and headed in the shade of the night toward Isaac's house. Once there he hid on the side of the house and texted him.
-I'm here on the side of your house.
-I can't.
-Isaac, please?
Stiles was thinking of ways to break into his house when a window in front of him opened. He was thankful Isaac's house was one story. He hurried over, but froze. His face was covered his cuts smeared blood.
"Come on, Isaac." Stiles said helping him out the window. He was having a hard time keeping balance and ended up falling out the window. Stiles quickly helped him up and leant him against the house as he closed the window. Next he looped his arm around Isaac's and they started their way down the street.
"Where are we going?" Isaac asked warily.
"Scott's. His mom is a nurse."
"No, no, no!" Isaac started to back up.
"Isaac, come on. Stay with me, okay? Please. Come on!"
"What if she…"
"She won't. I promise." Stiles said softly rubbing his back. "I promise. She is nice. She is a super sweet Beta, okay?" Stiles really stressed Beta.
When they reached the house Stiles was glad to see Ms. McCall's car outside. He carried them up the front steps and knocked on the door.
Scott answered. "Oh God, MOM!" Scott yelled over his shoulder and helped them inside.
Melissa came into the room and quickly went into nurse mode. "Lay him on the sofa, Scott get the box!" She said calmly and went over to Isaac. She approached him slowly, noticing how Stiles held onto him tightly, she knew he was afraid.
"Isaac this is Melissa." Stiles said rubbing his back. In the light it was easy to see Isaac was crying.
"Hello, Isaac. Tell me what hurts the most?" She asked squatting down to his level.
Isaac shook his head.
"Please, sweetie. I know it's scary, but I want to help you, okay?" She asked kindly. It took a moment but in Isaac's small voice he spoke. Scott came back in with her kit and she went to cleaning off his wounds and the blood. "I'm going to give you stitches, okay?"
Isaac glanced at Stiles, then nodded. She went to work as quickly as she could, and bandaged everything up.
"Alright, I'm done, Isaac. Thank you." She gave him a warm grin as she packed her stuff up.
"She's nice." He said once Melissa went into the other room with Scott.
"She is. Scott's mom use to take care of me a lot."
Stiles saw a small smile appear on Isaac's lips just as Scott poked his head in the room.
"Hey, Stiles, can I speak to you for a moment?" Scott asked.
Stiles promised he would be back and got up. Inside the kitchen Melissa was sipping coffee with a concerned expression. "His father did that?" She asked.
"Yeah." Both Stiles and Scott replied.
She shook his head. "He's an Omega too…"
"He's mating ready…" Stiles said, the words left his lips like a weight.
"Shit." Scott spat.
"Scott!"
"Sorry, mom. When did that happen?" Scott asked.
"He told me last week." Stiles frowned.
"There isn't really anything we can do, then." Melissa rubbed his eyes.
Stiles felt his heart drop.
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