Upon returning home, Matthew had rushed up to his room, and had, indeed, done less then innocent things with the article of clothing provided by his Omega friend, but after his hand was sticky with his own seed, his knot swollen, and his body, tired but satisfied, the Alpha did eventually fall asleep with it clench in his arms, just as he had been told to do.

When he awoke the next morning, Matt felt rather sluggish. Absently he reached across his bed in a sleepy daze, attempting to pull the Omega his body craved closer, hoping to hold him after such a wonderful night, only to feel the cool mattress under his palm. Blinking more awake, the Canadian pushed himself up onto his elbows to look for Alfred in his confusion, only to spot the discarded shirt beside him. Flushing, Matt then recalled yesterdays events, and realized that he had been dreaming. He tried not to focus too closely on exactly what he had been dreaming about.

Sitting up in his bed, the Alpha couldn't help but frowned down at the shirt he'd be given. He had to get away from that scent.

Grabbing the shirt, Matthew clumsily crawled out of his bed in nothing but his underwear, his dick already tenting his boxers out awkwardly and making it difficult to move around, and quickly made his way over to the rubbish bin by his desk. Throwing the t-shirt into it, he then tied the trash bag shut tightly. If Al wanted it back and complained about him not returning it, he'd just buy him a new one.

As Matt realized that he could still pick out the sweet scent of an Omega in heat, (of Alfred in heat,) the teenager wondered if torching the bag would be a little bit of an over kill, but luckily, (or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it,) he realized that the remaining smell was actually coming off of himself. Groaning aloud, he recalled how he had rolled all over it last night, practically dry humping the damn thing. Of course he would smell like it... he was smothered in Al's scent.

Vaguely Matthew recognized the fact that that WAS Alfred's plan... to make it smell like he had spent the night with an Omega... but screw it. He was going to shower, because there was no way in hell that he'd be able to stay in his right mind, smelling that all day...

Grabbing one of his 'Al approved' outfits from his dresser, the young Alpha was about to rush out of his room and across the hall into the bathroom, (all the while praying to God that one of his parents wouldn't be in the hall to see his hard on bobbing embarrassingly in front of him during the quick trip,) but right as he reached for the knob to open it, a loud knock on the door stopped him.

"I'm leaving in five. Be ready if you don't want to walk to school in the rain this morning." His father announced as he passed by the young Alpha's room, most likely heading down the steps to fetch one last cup of coffee from the kitchen before work.

The unexpected announcement made Matt looked towards his alarm clock... which he had apparently forgotten to set the night before, based on the fact that he was, most certainly, running late.

"Fuck." Matt said, because even though he didn't care for swearing, there was a time and a place for everything, and as he attempted to pull his jeans up over the tent in his boxers, since there was no time for a shower, the Alpha had decided that this moment qualified.

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The ride to school had been even more awkward then the start of his morning had been. Though his father was a Beta, the man had been married to an Omega long enough to recognize the scent of one in heat. An embarrassing talk about the birds and the bees, and growing up and responsibilities, had soon followed before Matt managed to spit out that 'nothing had happened', and had finally been able to explained that Al had just... returned his shirt to him, and that that was why he smelled like he did.

Since giving a token of clothing that smelled of them, (especially when in heat,) was a common enough thing for an Omega to do when they were interested in someone, his father believed him, but that only led to another conversation about how he, 'understood that young Alphas had urges,' and so on, and so forth, until Matt was finally freed from the car, face blaring red.

Pulling the hood up on his new zip up hoodie, (which Alfred had deemed okay to do, as long as he left it unzipped, because that apparently made it look like he had attitude, and not that he was trying to hide,) to try and hide his flush, the Canadian teen hurried inside.

Already late, Matthew didn't run into anyone in the hall, and arrived to home room only a few seconds after the bell rang. He received a disapproving frown from the teacher as he slunk over towards his desk, but it wasn't his tardiness that had caught the students sitting near him attentions.

As he sat down, Matthew received an unexpected pat on the back from the hockey player that sat behind him. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw the other Alpha, Lars, (Matt remembered the other teen's name to be, mainly because of the surprisingly long conversation they had about Tulips once he had found out that the Canadian used to go to the Tulip Festival every year when he lived up north. It hadn't felt like a very Alpha like conversation at the time, but considering the glare given by the Dutch man towards anyone who dare talked down about his beloved flowers, Matthew doubted that it mattered,) give him a thumbs up and a cocky grin, and beside him... two Omegas whispered to each other, then giggled, flashing him coy smiles when they noticed him looking their way.

Turning back around to face the front of the room, Matthew blinked, feeling a little dumb struck. Alfred had some how nailed it again. It was kinda scary how well the Omega could manipulate others.

After roll call ended, everyone stood at the sound of the bell and shuffled out of the room, towards their next classes. As they passed by the Canadian Alpha, many of the other students also gave him looks, like Lars had, or made quick remarks about the faint scent of the Omega on his skin.

While all of the attention he was getting was kind of nice, it was starting to get a bit over whelming, and by lunch time, it had gotten pretty old.

Having been invited to eat lunch with the group of Alphas he had played with at the skate park, Matt had joined them, but after only a few minutes, he had wished that he had went to sit alone at the table him and Alfred often shared. Hearing all the same comments that he had been hearing all day, Matthew smiled and laughed when it seemed fitting, but all he wanted to do was roll his eyes and sigh.

Yeah, it was nice being treated like one of the Alphas, but forcing out a grin while they talked about 'Omegas being slutty sex toys made to be used' got tiresome fast, and he could kind of see why Al didn't like Alphas, even if for the most part they left him alone because they were too afraid of that Omega punching them.

Eating his lunch quickly, the Canadian excused himself, claiming that he had to hurry up and finish his homework for next class, then pretended not to notice the Omegas trying to get his attention as he passed by them on his way to the rubbish bins.

Even all of the flirting (it had taken him a while to even realize that that was what they were doing) was getting old and boring by this point. After dealing with Alfred's self confident attitude and endless energy, the rest of these Omegas just seemed... rather dull.

Tossing his trash out and returning the tray, Matt left the lunch room and was finally able to let out the sigh he'd been holding back all day, glad to be away from the crowd for a little bit, and thrilled not to feel like the center of attention.

Running a hand through his slightly curly hair, Matthew looked down the empty hall way and wondered were he should waste the remained of his lunch break. Typically he'd spend it talking with Alfred, (and he certainly had a few words to share with the Omega about this latest plan,) but he doubted that he'd be back anytime soon. Chances were, he wouldn't be seeing him until next week, considering Al's current... condition.

The idea of not seeing the Omega for so long gave the Alpha a vague feeling a disappointment, and Matthew briefly wondered if it was appropriate to call the Omega and see how he was doing.

Pulling out his phone, the tall blond teen chewed on his lower lip in thought for a moment before pressing the first speed dial button. A call just to chat during lunch like they always did wouldn't hurt. They would just be talking, after all, and even if Al asked him to come over, without his scent to befuddle his judgment, Matt could control his urges and just say, 'no.' Heck, even if Alfred BEGGED him to come over and mate him, he could resist... most likely. Probably.

Bringing the cell to his ear, Matt waited for it to ring, then almost jumped when he heard, 'Canadian Idiot,' the 'Weird Al' song Alfred had so kindly picked out as the ring tone to represent him on his phone, blasting from behind.

Turning around, Matt blinked at the sight before him and stared for a long moment is disbelief.

Why was Alfred in school? ...Within nose range of who knew how many Alphas.

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Haha... yeah, nice guy or not, Matthew is still a teenager Alpha so he'll have his moments. :)

As for Omega's having stereotypes types similar to women, yeah, that's pretty much what I based them on. While I haven't really had a chance to show it in my story thus far, female Alphas and (both male and female) Beta's get a similar treatment, just too a lesser extend, though the society has been working on equal rights the last few generations.

Anyway, once again, I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far, and I hope you all continue to look forward to future chapters.