Chapter 3:
3:45am, the purple light from my clock greeted me when I awoke. The heated fever had returned and hit me at full force. I kicked off my blanket trying to cool off as I reached for my lunar star lamp and turned it to my favorite color, pink. I'm so glad I decided to also in a light gray shirt and matching panties.
As I laid on my right, gazing at the pink star light that hung off the tip of the crescent moon lamp base sitting at my bedside dresser. I began to process what the doctor told me.
It's still unbelievable. I sighed; I moved my gaze to the sheet of paper placed by my lamp. I reached for it to look at its contents:
A/B/O Diagnostic Testing Center.
5th Grade First Gender: Beta
8th Grade Second Gender: Unspecified
12th Grade Second Gender: Omega(R)
Great, apparently, I'm a rare case. Since doctor's test for secondary gender two times during a child's growth period. I had to undergo testing again and low and behold there it is. The doctor said I am a particular Omega there are hardly any studies or information that could help me. Since I presented as an Omega late, heat suppressants might not be very effective, and I will experience intense and long heat cycles. The only thing that could stable it is getting marked by a mate.
I crumbled the paper in my hand and tossed it aside. My tired eyes landed on the blue shirt that was folded neatly on my vanity chair.
'Noah's shirt. How did I come by it?' I thought as I reached it. It was giving off the scent that was Noah. Leather, sandalwood and pine. I brought it closer to my face and inhaled. The heated fever I was feeling made my body feel on fire, but his scent washed over my like cool water.
I don't remember much of what happened since I faint at the end, but I do remember this scent at surrounding me, protecting me.
My body stated to tremble as I breathed in his scent front the shirt. This heat made me feel like I had no control of my body. I needed something, suddenly I felt this wetness ooze down my thigh. I was drowning in Noah's scent as my hand pushed into my panties down to between my legs. I brought the shirt closer as I felt how wet I have become.
I inserted two fingers into my opening. I have never been this wet before. I flipped to my back with my legs parted as I continued to play with myself, Noah's shirt draped over my body. I worked my fingers until I grazed bundle nerves making my eyes open wide as a small gasp exited my mouth. 'What the hell was that!'
I was so close when an image of Noah came to mind. I imaged him above me with his dark skin flushed red with desire, thrusting inside of me. Having one of my legs around his waist and my other over his shoulder, looking at me with a ravenous stare in his darkening hazel green eyes as he bit the inside of my thigh.
A shudder ran down my spine as that tipped me over the edge sending me into a powerful orgasm. As I whimpered his name into the shirt. At that moment I turned to my side again and brought by knees up to my face balling myself up. Never have I experienced something so satisfying yet still feeling so unfulfilled as I touched the back of my neck.
'This is not good. What did I just do? He's, my friend. How can I face him tomorrow?' I teared up a bit. 'He wouldn't want me anyways!' Was my last thought before I drifted off to sleep. Noah's shirt still clutched in my hands.
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A full week has past, and I felt like myself again. The heat I has experienced was the worst. From what my daddy told me, an Omega's heat last up to 3-5 days depending in the person and with the help of suppressants it wouldn't feel that bad.
But for my it lasted for a full week. An entire week of bed rest, locked doors, locked windows and the worst feeling ever. I took my suppressants, but they were making me sick also that for 2 days I lived in my bathroom getting extra acquainted with my toilet. With a call from my dad, the very nice doctor changed my prescription. They didn't make me feel that sick but still I hated them.
I looked at myself in my full-length mirror to gage my outfit for the day. I wore a light fresh cream-colored long sleeve shirt reaching right at my midsection. I kind of calmed down with the animal sweaters and schoolgirl shirts. A black and white plaid skirt, sheer black tights with black thigh high socks. Flat ankle boots and a silver necklace with a music note charm.
With my hair in waves and my bangs sitting neatly against my forehead I added the last touch to my natural makeup, a lip gloss that tinted my lips slightly. My phone buzzed, when I reached for it, I could see that Quinn had just arrived to my house. She insisted to give me a ride for today.
I ran downstairs to pick up a container of brownies I made and rushed out the door after as I shouted goodbye to my dads. I could see Quinn in my driveway in her cute light pick convertible Volkswagen Beetle with Beyonce playing in the background. I was not one for her music, but she was still a good artist.
As I entered the car while balancing my bag and container, I took in Quinn's outfit. She wore a cute vertical stripped burgundy and white dress reaching just mid-thigh. Some burgundy fats and silver charm bracelet.
"Hey B! How's the midget today?" Quinn joked as she waited for me. "How are you feeling?"
I made a face but laughed anyways. "I am doing better. Also, I wanted to apologize for what happened last week. And to make it up to you and everyone I made brownies." I opened the container and offered one to the blonde
She looked at me confused and shook her head. "Why are you apologizing for. You didn't know what was happening and it is a natural reaction for Omega's." She spoke softly. "Why do you think you need to apologize?"
"I just feel I caused problems for everyone. I made everyone uncomfortable, causes unwanted attention at school and Adams lost control because of me." I sighed as I spoke.
"By the way, what exactly happened last week? I don't remember much of it, but what happened? What happened with Adams? How did I end up in the hospital? And why do I have Noah's shirt?" I asked in a single breath looking at Quinn.
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I looked at my dear friend as I saw her brown eyes look at me for answers. I wondered how I would explain what happened without giving too much information and about what went down the week she missed. My mind went back to the memory to the next day of the incident when Finn and I met up with Puck at the courtyard before school started.
-Flashback-
Finn and I sat at the steps at the courtyard watching students enter and converse with others. I was just gazing out not really focusing on anything until I heard Finn speak.
"There he is!" He spoke kind of muffled as he tried to swallow the pop tart, he took a bite of. We both got up and headed over to the guy we were looking for. He looked deep in thought with his eyes looking to the ground and the slow pace he kept.
He didn't seem to put much thought in what he wore today. Going of a casual comfy look. He wore a soft looking dark V-neck grey hoodie, light blue jeans and black vans.
"Puck" I heard Finn shout snapping Puck out of his thoughts as we got closer.
"Hey man, how are you feeling?" Finn asked as he lightly punched Puck's arm. Puck recoiled in pain, cradling his right arm. "Oh shit! Sorry man."
Puck gave Finn a glare but then relaxed his face and grinned. "Nah, it's cool man."
"How's the arm?" Finn asked as he gazed down at Puck's arm. Puck pulled up the sleeve to show off the bloody bandage. "Ugh! I still cringe when I see it."
"Ah damn, gotta change the bandage again." Puck replied as he looked down at his bitten arm. "Don't worry about, it'll heal."
"What were you thinking when you did that?" I asked while touching his arm gently to get a better look.
"I really don't remember much of what happened after I called Finn. Just a sharp pain and an intense urge..." Puck closed his eyes and bit his lower lip as he took a deep intake of air through his nose.
To me it looked like he was trying to push back a feeling he didn't want out. I understood what he meant about that intense urge he spoke about. He wanted Rachel, yet I don't think he understands it himself.
"What are we going to tell Rachel when she asks?" I asked Puck.
He looked to me and Finn. "Nothing. Just tell her Mr. Shue, Finn or you got there. And tell everyone at Glee. I really don't want all that attention."
"Dude, do you think she could possibly be your mate?" Finn quietly asked in a hush tone while gazing around. As much as I love Finn, he always asks the right questions at the wrong time.
"Look, we are just friends! Best friends! She deserves to get out here, she is going to get out of here! Why would she stick here with Lima-loser!" I watched Puck with saddened eyes as he spat out in anger the harsh words, I once said to him.
I watched him sigh and speak again so quietly I almost miss it. "Even if I wanted too, or my instincts are practically shout at me, I can't do that to her. So, I won't." With that he walked away to his first class.
-End Flashback-
I gave Rachel a smile. "Mr. Shue, Finn and I found you just in time and we got Coach to get Adams. He got suspended and was taken to the hospital to cool off. And your clothes were ripped so Puck offered his shirt to cover you up." I told her. I hate the fact that I was lying but at least it has some truth.
I watched Rachel's eyes shine a bit at the mention of Puck only for it to disappear as she began to speak. "Well, all the more for the apology brownies for everyone.
I smiled at her as I reached for a brownie.
"Again, you don't need to apologize, and I doubt anyone would eat them for that reason. But since you spent time making them, I and everyone else will rather just enjoy them with you out of friendship." I took a bite as Rachel smiled brightly accepting the brownie premise.
"These are so good!" I melted from the chocolaty goodness as I pulled the car out and drove to school as we laughed together and song along to the music playing. This is just going to get interesting and a bit messy.
A/N: It's shorter them my previous chapters but still fun to write. If there are any errors please let me know so I can fix the issue.