What Matthew had been expecting (or at least had been hoping) to be a nice, quiet weekend, had become anything but that, as he had some how found himself spending the entire thing with an Omega that he hardly knew, but seemed determined to change him. The weekend had not been bad, though, and in all honesty, Matt was a little sad to see it coming to an end. Glancing over at Al, as the other teenager threw his hands in the air to cheer about beating Matt at some zombie video game, (as if he hadn't just won the last hundred matches or so,) Matthew found himself smiling, which was something he didn't seem to get a chance to do too much any more. Despite being loud and bossy, the Alpha found that he actually liked spending time with the Omega. Alfred made him feel good (well, a little better, anyway,) about himself, and if you ignored his rough edges, he was a pretty nice guy.

Such thoughts came to a halt as both teens paused and looked towards the door as the old grandfather clock that was in the hallway of Al's house chimed, signaling that it was nine o'clock. "Ah, I guess I should be getting home. I have an English paper I have to finish, and this one work sheet for math..." Matt said as he tossed the controller onto the floor (he would have put it away, but Matthew had come to believe that there was no such thing as 'away' in Alfred's room) and stood up, stretching a little as he did so. Alfred shrugged in reply, going right back to his video game. "Yeah. That's cool. I got ya." He said absently, absorbed in his game again already... or so Matthew thought.

As the Alpha went to grab his red sweater to wear home over his baggy, Canada flag shirt, since the nights got a little chilly during the fall, he let out a startled yip as Alfred suddenly launched himself off the ground without warning, right at him. Tumbling to the floor hard and having the full weight of a fairly large Omega landing on him, knocked the air out of Matthew's lungs. Gasping to catch his breath, Matt then blinked his eyes open only to find himself pinned to the ground, straddled by the grinning Omega who was staring down at him. While he was sure that this was nothing more then Alfred being his normal, over bearing, goofy self, the Alpha couldn't help but noticed the feel of his warmth and weight as he shifted on top of him, attempting to snag the sweat shirt from the Canadian.

It was only after Al had victoriously yanked the sweater out of the other's hands that the Omega realized that Matt was blushing, and then the Alpha's scent change hit him. Face turning slightly red, yet still no match for Matthew's full out flush, Alfred jumped off of him and scattered to the far end of the room.

"You ain't taking this with ya, cause you'll only end up wearing it to school tomorrow, and then all of my hard work will be for nothin'." Al said as casually as he could, keeping his back to Matthew and pretending that that awkward moment had never happened.

Matthew decided that it was best just to play along, to ease the tension. Even if he was interested in Al, (which Matt wasn't saying he was,) he knew that the Omega wasn't into Alphas. Everyone at school knew that.

"I wasn't going to wear it tomorrow." Matt huffed in return as he pushed himself up into a seated position, and rubbed a freshly forming bruise on his lower back thanks to Alfred's unexpected action. "And even if I was, did you really need to tackle me?" He griped.

Al shrugged again, and feeling more in control of himself, turned back around with a wide grin. "Tough love." He winked in reply, and tucked Matt's hooded shirt under one arm. "Still... why don't ya leave it here? Ya know, to avoid temptation?" Al suggested with a raised eyebrow and this time it was Matt's turn to roll his eyes. Did Alfred seriously think that he couldn't even be trusted to dress himself?

"Alright. Fine! Keep it if you think it's that big of a deal, but you're just being dumb." Matt pointed out, feeling a bit sore at the Omega for tackling him like that, and stood up with a slight wince.

"You're being dumb!" Al replied wittily in return, and Matt couldn't help but smile and laugh a little at that. The expression made Alfred smile in return. "So I'll see you tomorrow at school?" The Alpha asked, hoping that the Omega wasn't too embarrassed to be seen with him in public. Of course, he would completely understand if that was the case...

Zoning out at the question, Alfred was silent a little to long. "Al?" Matt asked uncertainly, afraid that he might have thought right about the Omega wanting to avoid being seen with him, but then Al shook his head, coming back to himself. "Oh, yeah, sure but... didn't you say you had an appointment with the eye doctor tomorrow?" He asked, reaching up to tap at his own glasses in reminder as he spoke, and Matthew blinked. He had almost completely forgotten about that appointment. "Ah, yeah. But I should be back by lunch." Matt explained.

Noting the time stated, Al grinned in returned. "Great! I'll catch up with you at lunch then. You know, to make sure you're putting all these lessons I'm teaching ya to good use! " He said, and Matt relaxed a little and smiled back at him. While he wasn't sure how well he would do with Alfred's so called 'lessons', he was just glad to hear that the Omega didn't plan on pretending he didn't exist. "Yeah... alright." The blond Alpha replied in return, and joined Alfred as he exited the room, in order to walk his guest out. "So, I'll see you tomorrow." Matt said, and this time it was a statement, not a question.

"Yep, tomorrow!" Al replied and waved good bye as he watched the other teen's retreating form. Once Matt was down the side walk, he then closed the door behind him. With his mother not due back from work for another half an hour or so, and with no one else around to see him, the teenage Omega unbundled the Alpha's sweat shirt from under his arm and held it out at arms length in front of himself. Looking it over in thought first, he then lifted the piece of clothing to his face, shut his eyes, and took a deep, long, sniff. The smell was heady.

Taking another sniff, Alfred felt his body relax, and perhaps even grow a little arouse in reply to the scent of an Alpha, but then he realized what he was doing and frowned at himself before quickly pulling it away from his nose. Making his way to the kitchen, Al grabbed one of the plastic grocery bags his mother kept stored under the sink, and stuffed the shirt inside of it, tying it shut tightly. The Omega had work to do, so he didn't need that scent distracting him. Hopefully the plastic bag would solve that problem, while at the same time, prevent the shirt from airing out, and hopefully keep the scent strong for... later use.

Satisfied, Al went back up to his room and stashed the bagged shirt in the back of his closet. Sparing it one last look, the sandy blond Omega then walked over to his desk and pushed everything off of it with one swoop of his arm, onto the already messy floor, giving himself room to write.

If Matthew wanted to gain any respect from his fellow Alphas, and in the process end the bullying, he was going to have to stand up for himself, and that meant standing up to Gilbert.

Settling down in the chair, Alfred pulled a pen and some paper from the desk drawer. Staring down at the lined paper, Al chewed on his lower lip in thought. With Matt gone for the morning, and Gilbert leaving school early with the football team to go play a make up game, or something, at another school, that would give him plenty of time before the albino Alpha had a chance to run into Matthew again. All he had to do was slip a note into Gil's locker before he returned to school, after the game was over. A note saying that Matthew Williams was challenging him to a fight.

Silently reviewing his plan once more in his head, Al nodded to himself and set the tip of the pen to the paper, quickly writing out the challenge and folding it neatly in half. Not wanting to forget it tomorrow, the Omega made sure to stick it inside of his back pack. Alfred just hoped that Matthew was ready for this.