Stumbling back a few feet from the unmoving mass before him, Matthew had to fight the urge to look down, and instead made himself raise his face and make eye contact with the unknown Alpha as he apologized, (because, apparently, there was nothing wrong with being polite as long as the other Alpha thought that they might get punched, if they weren't polite in return,) and blinked in surprised to only see the person's chest in his vision.

Swallowing nervously, the Canadian lifted his chin even farther, and it was then that he finally saw pale, violet eyes looking down at him. Matthew's own light blue eyes widened behind his glasses, in recognition of the man's size, and he tried not to stutter as he said, "S- Sorry."

This guy was huge!

The (much) larger Alpha then grinned and let out an eerie chuckle that sent a chill down Matthew's spine.

"No worry, comrade. It honest mistake." The stranger said in a thick accent as he reached up to flatten his scarf, but his scent was contradicting to his gentle expression, leaving Matt wary.

"Ah, right. Of course." Matthew smiled politely, and stepped aside to let the other pass... hopefully without incident.

It was a relief when the light, grayed hair man walked by with nothing more then a nod of acknowledgment, then grabbed the handle to try and open the bathroom door once more, when an oversized hand pressed it's palm flat against the wood, holding it shut.

Growing tense, Matt remained still as he waited for the other Alpha to make his first move.

"You know, 'Alfred Jones', da?" Matthew was suddenly asked, and not expecting to head Al's name mentioned, quickly turned around to face the other, feeling a wave of defensiveness surging up inside of him at the mention of the Omega. "What about Alfred?" The blond Alpha returned protectively, his eyes narrowing challengingly, despite his better judgment.

The other Alpha's pleasant expression and tone did not change despite the challenge from another of his type, but the anger in his scent did spike. Still, he did not attack. "Have you bred him?" The larger, pale man asked bluntly instead, once again catching Matt off guard.

"Eh!?" He gasped. "What? No!" The Canadian then immediately answered, his cheeks red.

What type of question was that to ask a person you didn't know, anyway?

Then Matt recalled that Alfred had worn the shirt he was currently wearing just the night before, while in heat, and realized that if this guy knew Al, then he might have recognized the Omega's scent, despite Alfred's attempt to hid who he was with a hint of his mother's perfume. "We're just friends... We sometimes borrow each other's cloths and stuff, but that's all..." He quickly added, not wanting any bad rumors that might involve Alfred, or himself, for that matter, to get around.

The big Alpha stared at him for a while longer and Matthew swallowed nervously again, pretty sure that he didn't stand a chance against the guy if he decided to fight, but then the stranger's intense scent faded, and the Russian lowered his hand, taking a step away as he did. "I see." He said happily, folding his arms behind his back and tilting his head slightly to the side as he continued on with that creepy grin of his before speaking once more. "If an Alpha wants an Omega, he must claim him right away, before another Alpha does, and once claimed, if another Alpha dares to touch his property... he must rip out that other Alpha's wind pipe with his bare hands...da?" The light haired man finished, and Matt felt another shiver pass through his frame.

"Uh... yeah?" He answered uncertainly, and the strange Alpha seemed satisfied with Matthew's reply, his grin widening slightly as he nodded again, then finally turned to leave.

Matt watched to make sure that the large man really was leaving this time, and was thankful when the strange Alpha was gone. Letting out a breath that he hadn't even known he'd been holding, Matt shook his head at the incident before finally making his way into the restroom.

Heading over to the sink, the Canadian turned the facet on and splashed his face with cold water as he thought about what had just happened.

How odd was it for someone that he had never met before to come up and offer random advice about the very issue he'd been pondering? Sure, the advice was somewhat outdated, with the notion of 'claiming' an Omega being rather primitive based on modern view points, but Matthew couldn't help but dwell over what had been said. Maybe the guy, in a way, was right. If you liked an Omega, you had to go for it or risk losing them.

So, what was he doing here, moping around in the bathroom?

Filled with new determination, Matthew darted out of the bathroom and down the hallway, towards the door that led to the roof. Alfred had told him to tell him what Omega he wanted, and Matt was going to do just that.

With the ringing of the bell signaling the switch of classes, students soon filled the halls, making it difficult for the Alpha to make his way through the crowd, back towards the steps leading up to the roof, but Matt weaved though everyone, as fast as he could.

Which wasn't very fast, considering how many students this school held.

Matthew was out of breath by the time he made it to the steps, but he didn't care. He was going to ask Alfred out, right then and now, the need for air be damned.

Grinning the Alpha went up the stairs, taking two steps at a time, opened the door that led outside, and paused to look around once he reached the roof, hoping that Alfred was still there.

Sure enough, Matthew soon saw a bob of a blond hair peaking out from behind one of the metal air vents, and he quickly began to walk over, when the Canadian suddenly realized something.

That was the wrong shade of blond.

Blinking in surprise, the Alpha then blush when he heard the sound of a low moan, then the slow, building scent of an aroused Omega, one that he didn't recognize.

Smirking slightly, Matt shook his head to himself in amusement. He guess that he and Alfred weren't the only ones that knew about this make out spot.

Quickly turning to leave to look for Al, and give whoever was up there some obviously wanted privacy, the Canadian Alpha pulled his phone out of his jeans again, and pressed the speed dial number for the Omega he was looking for. Knowing Alfred, the other teen had probably skipped out on his afternoon 'child care' lessons in favor of a nap or to play a hand held video game, and when whoever was now up here showed up, probably went off to hang out in the near by woods, or something.

He wasn't expecting to hear, 'Canadian Idiot,' Al's ring tone to announce his calls, coming from behind him for the second time that day.

"Did you wish to get zat, mon cher?" Matthew heard faintly from the same direction that the song had come from, and quickly shut the door behind him, not wanting to hear who the person the unknown Omega was with.

Even though, deep down, Matthew knew it was Alfred.