Omega School

Sheriff Stilinski and Stiles sat in front of Ms. Novak and Mr. Combs. Ms. Novak looked decently happy to be talking about Stiles' 'behavior issues' if you wanted to call them that, but Mr. Combs was blunt.

"We think it would be for the best if you considered Omega School for Stiles." Mr. Combs said.

"What Mr. Combs is trying to say," Ms. Novak interjected, "Is that maybe it would be a good idea if Stiles spends more time with other Omegas."

"He goes to all the Omega classes." The Sheriff pointed out.

"Yes, but we have a smaller population of Omegas here than other schools, because of this there are more chances for Omegas to speak to or hang around Alphas they don't know, which we know is frowned upon, and also strike up friendships. It's unhealthy for him or any Omega to. We want Omegas to be good and sweet, like they are supposed to." Stiles shrunk into his seat angry.

"Yeah, but there has to be other Omegas here that act out a little?" The Sheriff asked.

"We do, but none of them compare to Stiles, Mr. Stilinski." Ms. Novak said and pulled out his file. "Have a look for yourself."

"Most Omegas do not have a file." Mr. Combs said. "But Stiles has a file with several pages in it."

"He has extreme social detachment from other Omegas as well." Ms. Novak added.

"I hang out with other Omegas." Stiles chimed in finally. "Isaac and I are friends."

"Besides him, you mostly hang out with Alphas and Betas." Ms. Novak frowned.

The Sheriff rubbed his eyes. "What are you saying? That you want my son out of this school because he is giving you a little trouble?"

"This isn't a little trouble, Sheriff Stilinski." Mr. Combs said. "We are afraid he will upset the rest of the Omega population here and perhaps make other Omegas act up."

"Stiles isn't a bad seed!"

Everyone fell silent with unrest. Stiles but his head in his hands and tried to think of something, but nothing came.

"We just think they perhaps visiting an Omega School and seeing what they have to offer would be a great start. Omega schools are wonderful." Ms. Novak grinned.

"Alright…alright…" The Sheriff rubbed his eyes.

"Dad?" Stiles looked up.

"We'll visit a school. But that doesn't mean you are switching schools."

Mr. Comb frowned. "I hope you change your mind, Sheriff."

A day later Stiles and his father were standing outside Sally's School for Omegas.

"If I rearrange the letters it says SOS." Stiles laughed bitterly.

"Stiles try to behave." His father said as they entered.

"Hello!" A very bright and smiling women greeted them at the front desk of the school. "How are you today?"

"Good, we are here for a meeting and tour." The Sheriff said.

"Let me just pull up your file." She beamed. "Ah, Alpha Stilinski?"

"John is fine."

"Okay John, just let me call Alpha Pollok and he'll be out to give you the tour!" She smiled again and waved them into a small sitting area.

"How do you feel so far?" The Sheriff asked.

"Sick. This place give me the creeps. Dad, come on, don't make me go! They call the Alphas, Alphas!"

"Stiles, it's just a tour!"

"It means you are considering it." Stiles pulled his hoodie up and frowned.

"Stiles…"

"Alpha Stilinski." A tall man with black hair approached them with an extended hand.

"Just John." The Sheriff stood to shake hands.

"Of course." He smiled. "I'm Alpha Pollock, but you can call me Dan. And this must be hopefully our future student, Stiles?"

Stiles diverted his eyes and looked at his shoes. He didn't even bother to stand up. He knew how Alphas were. He knew they expected obedience from Omegas. They were great A dicks.

"We are just checking out the school for now." John said.

"Well hopefully you find this place to be a great fit." He smiled. "Please, follow me and I'll show you our school."

Stiles slowly rose from his seat and dragged behind his father and Dan as they walked around the school. The entire place was painted in pastels, but mostly pink and lavender. The classrooms weren't standard by any means. They had pillows in the corners, a reading corner, and a black board that looked underused. It looked more like a kindergarten classroom.

The two mean had been talking nonstop about the prestige of having an Omega in school. It would increase the dowry.

"What kinds of subjects do they learn?" Stiles interjected.

Dan ignored Stiles and continued to talk to his father, so he spoke up a little louder.

"What subjects to they learn?"

Dan glanced at Stiles, but spoke to his father. "Our Omegas learn what is important for their future lives, cooking, cleaning, presenting, child birth, cycle control, and all those other not so pleasant things." He laughed. "We want them to be prepared." Stiles stomach dropped. Of course he wouldn't be learning anything useful. Maybe he wanted to know how to solve for X. Maybe he wanted to read a book above a fifth grade level.

They stopped in front of a classroom and peaked in to witness a class in action. The teacher had all of her students sitting on pillows in a circle as she went over how to prepare a more routine for their future Alpha or Beta.

Stiles pitied those idiots. They all looked so happy to learn how to plan out a day for someone who thought lesser of them than a dog. By the end of the tour Stiles was livid, and Dan's cool demeanor was making him more upset.

At home Stiles didn't even look at his dad. He just went straight upstairs and shut the door. He didn't want to speak to his father after today.

The next day at school Stiles was nervous. Tomorrow was the Omega Display and he was no closer to helping Isaac or himself. The world was breaking down everything he worked so hard to build up. He didn't want to deal.

"You look horrible." Scott said at lunch as he finished his tray just as Stiles sat down with his.

"My dad took me to an Omega school yesterday."

"He isn't actually going to make you go, is he?" Lydia asked lowering her makeup mirror.

"I don't know. He seemed pretty impressed with their cooking classes."

"Stiles, he wouldn't do that." Allison said. "The school just has him against a wall."

"That's what I thought…" He pushed his tray away. "Has anyone seen Isaac?"

Everyone shook their heads. Stiles shot him a quick text asking if everything was okay before getting up and heading to the library to study. He wasn't in the mood to sit and laugh with his friends when they wouldn't know at all what kind of pain Isaac and him were going through. They were alone. But more so Isaac.

School let out and Stiles headed home. Still no reply from Isaac and Stiles was getting worried. His dad was suiting up to leave when he got in. "I didn't know you were going to work today."

"I want to be here tomorrow to make sure you go to school." He cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I can't believe you want me to go…" Stiles huffed, but didn't complain. "Can you do me a favor?"

"I'm not faking you being sick."

"No, no! I wanted to know if you could check on my friend Isaac?"

"Is he okay?"

"I don't know. His dad is…abusing him and I'm just worried. He wasn't in school yesterday to today."

"Alright, I check. But no sneaking out, got it?"

Stiles flushed. "Got it. Bye." He hurried into the kitchen to grab something to eat before going upstairs to surf the web for help about OD.

By midnight Stiles turned off his computer, unsatisfied with everyone's answers. He texted Isaac again, before he hopped in the shower. When he got out is stomach was in knots. He didn't think much about it, expecting that it was from worrying about Isaac. He drunk some water and went to bed.

The next morning Stiles woke up from sun pouring into this room. He opened his eyes a few times, but refused to move. He started to turn over on his side, but froze. Terror stuck though Stiles as he felt something wet and sticking between his legs.

No, no, no, no, no, no, not today. Not today!

He pulled back his covers and looked under his sheets. He couldn't see anything, but he felt it. Slowly, Stiles sat up and felt his clothes stuck to his body.

He sat on the edge of his bed and started to sob. He hated himself. Hated his life. Hated the fact that he was an Omega and hated even more that he was stuck in his body. The smell of his body was upsetting him. On top of everything today was OD.

"Stiles?" He heard his father knock before he opened the door a crack. He saw his father scrunch his nose up at his smell. The gross pre heat smell. Honestly, the pre heat smell to Alphas smelled like flowers, sugar, rushing clean water, and fresh breeze. It was enticing. But it was Stiles' first time and it was so strong and overwhelming.

"I'm so sorry, dad!" Stiles cried into his hands.

His father was torn between going into the thickly smelling room, or standing where he was. He wanted to comfort Stiles, but he couldn't. He needed a mate for that. Even more so when his heat started.

"Stiles."

"Dad, please!" Stiles looked up at him; eyes puffy and red, his cheeks tear streaked.

"T-take a shower and we can talk downstairs, okay?"

Stiles nodded slowly. It took him five minutes to make it into the bathroom, and another ten to get under the running water. The soap and water washed away the slick that that pooled in his sleep pants and dried, but there was still more coming out. When he got out of the shower he still felt grossly unclean. On the counter in the bathroom was a lavender and blue box. His father must have went to the store just that quick. Stiles opened it and pulled out a pad, it was supposed to suppress the smell of his slick as well as protect from slick leaking into his clothes, but all he could think about was the shame it was bringing him. He started crying again.

To some Omegas this is the best day of their lives, he knows that. He overheard some of them talking in class about it. But for him and some others that were too afraid to speak openly about it he knew it was a scary hell.

"Stiles?" His dad knocked on the door.

"Coming." His voice cracked.

"I'll be downstairs waiting."

It took a while for Stiles to leave the bathroom and head downstairs, the foreign feeling of the pad a reminder between his legs. He sat on the opposite side of the living room and stared at his dad.

Stiles started, but his father cut him off.

"Stiles, I know you are afraid, and scared right now. I know."

How could he? He's not an Omega!

"But right now, where you need to be is in school where they are people who can help you through this. I…I'm not sure about all of this. I don't understand it completely. I'm not an Omega, Stiles. I wish I could help more. I do." John rested his head in his hands.

"Today is OD." Stiles whispered.

"I know, champ. Also…you're friend, Isaac…"

Stiles looked up. "Is he okay?"

His father shook his head. "I'm glad I had my partner with me. Mr. Lahey had…beat Isaac until…Jesus, are you sure you want to hear this now Stiles?"

"I want to know!" Stiles said, but he heard his own lie in his voice.

His father nodded. "Mr. Lahey had beat Isaac until he was unconscious and then locked him a freezer. One of those…basement…garage kind…" His father shook his head. "We arrested him, but abuse on Omegas isn't a very strong case."

"They let him go?" Stiles mouth stood agape.

"He made bail, but he has a court date."

"Where is Isaac?"

"He was in the hospital, but his father checked him out."

"Fuck."

"Stiles…"

"Sorry."

There was a silence that hung in the air for a while.

"Honestly…if Isaac is at school today it would probably be the best for him. His father is unstable. I've never met an Alpha that unstable."

"Makes me wonder what happened to his mate." Stiles whispered.

"Back when they had him there were no laws for Omegas. At least you have a veil now. Whatever happened to his mate was swept under the rug. But I assume it wasn't far from what happened to Isaac these past few days."

"I brought him to Melissa to have her patch him up a few days ago…I hope it wasn't my fault."

"Whatever happened to him wasn't your fault stiles. That man is sick in the head." John stood up. "Come on. I'll drive you to school."

"Dad…"

"If you don't go today the principal with chew us both out, Stiles. If you are lucky no one will be interested this go around."

"I smell!"

"I know…"

"Dad…"

"I'm scared too, Stiles. I don't want to see my son go."

John watched as Stiles entered his high school and disappear behind the heavy doors. He wished he could follow his son inside, but he didn't make the rules. He had to enforce them. He had to let his little boy grow up. Even if it was the last thing he wanted.

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Ello, Ello!

Thank you for reading!

Please review and comment if you like it so far!

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Wow, a lot has happened to Stiles these past few days!

Predictions on how Stiles will handle OD? How about him being mating ready?