Thank you guys so much! It makes me incredibly happy that you all loved the first chapter! Here's a second chapter for you all. Inspired by Twilight (sue me, you won't get anything.)
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Her mother was definitely right about her father's jacket. No one came onto her or called her out on it. By the middle of the day, she had her head held high and walked like she normally did which was with a stride in her step and a smile on her face. The jacket was working like magic.
Until seventh period.
Asami didn't have any of her friends in her seventh period English class. Not today, at least. The school had messed up a lot of schedules, so no one was really where they were supposed to be. For all she knew, her friends could be joining her next class. But, until then, she'd make do.
She walked into her English class and eyed all the seats. Being the picture perfect student that she was, she naturally drifted towards the front seats, a finger to her chin while she decided which desk would be best. It was crucial to her learning style.
After about five minutes, she gave in to the first seat second to last on the right side of the room. Very specific. She sat down and slid her backpack from her shoulder, crossing her ankles and laying her hands flat on the desk. She watched from the corner of her eye as students filed in and took their seats. She eventually reached down and unzipped her backpack, taking out her sketching notebook to work on a few plans while she waited.
The second she dropped her head to the notebook, she smelled it.
Her.
The alpha.
The smell of sweat mingled with her nature odor. She must've had gym before this. It felt as if the scent was literally slithering down the back of her throat, sliding along each sensitive nerve and building up in her stomach, assisting the already growing furnace that was steadily developing there.
Asami swallowed back a whine and fully crossed her legs.
Damn, she wanted that mysterious alpha to just take her already.
...Wait, no. She didn't mean that.
Anyway.
She heard the soft thud of the girl's boots as she walked down an isle to the back of the room and tensed when she heard them pause. She was only a couple rows over, but Asami swore that it felt she was right there. It felt like the alpha was literally breathing down her neck. The heiress shuddered.
There was the sound of a chair sliding against the tile. Asami assumed she'd sat down. Yet, the sense of someone's eyes focused on her neck hung in the air.
She was fucking watching her.
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Her manicure was ruined. As was the desk she was sitting at. Her nail polish was scraped off and there were claw marks in the desk.
It wasn't the smartest thing for Asami to turn around in her seat to look behind her. She was greeted with a deadly, navy-colored gaze. Lustful and haunting.
Her southern region burned.
Asami was as tense as a board, except for her nails which dug into her desk. Her eyes constantly flitted to the clock. Forty minutes, thirty five minutes, thirty minutes... The entire time, she felt the alpha's glare on her neck. She had the intent to mark her. Claim her as her own.
Yes, please.
Hell, no.
She didn't think she could leave that classroom fast enough. The second the bell rang, the raven haired teen flew from her seat like an airbender. She probably set a new world record.
Her pace didn't slow as she made her way down the hall to the steps, doing everything in her power to keep from hopping the railings down to the first floor. She just wanted to get on her bus and go home. To forget about the alpha and her smell. To forget about her eyes.
I want her so bad.
She told herself repetitively that it was just the omega in her talking, it was just a side effect to the heat. No matter her efforts, her thoughts always circled around to the alpha. She didn't even know her, it was only the first day of school, and she was already consuming her mind.
She considered locating Kuvira and telling her about it since she seemed to be her friend, but she hadn't seen her since the morning. It was like she had disappeared into thin air just as Asami's personal stalker did before.
Asami stumbled her way to the bus and climbed on. She practically collapsed into the seat. "Get a hold of yourself, 'Sami..." she muttered.
Her core was far from a minor smolder now. It was all our roar. A low moan sounded from her and she blushed heavily, biting her lip.
Damn alpha. she thought bitterly. Damn you and your entire existence.
Instinctively, her hands found her headphones and put them in her ears. Her fingers located the music button and pressed it.
~Walking through the fire, please don't let me go
Take me to the river, I need you to know
I'm burnin' up, come put me out
Come and put me out~
You know, Asami wasn't that big a fan of Jessie J anyway.
~A while later~
Asami nearly slammed the front door behind her before she trudged upstairs to her room. The alpha spray had faded, but it was still strong enough to keep those away. At least that still did something.
She flopped down on her bed and groaned loudly into her pillow. She squirmed and gripped her sheets. Her mother wouldn't be home from work for a couple more hours. Asami whined and sat up, pretty much tearing off her father's jacket and throwing it across the room.
How? How did that alpha know? It was evident in her sapphire-gone-navy eyes that she knew the omega was in heat. But how could she tell when no one else could?
Asami absentmindedly rubbed her legs together in an attempt to soothe the ache between them. It did nothing at all and she growled/whimpered in frustration. She looked at the pill bottle sitting on her dresser. She hated taking them. Even though they weren't supposed to, they always made Asami drowsy. She had a choice to make. Pills, or self pleasure.
How long had it been since she used one of her toys?
She stood from her bed and went to her closet, opening the door and stepping inside. She reached up and grabbed a shoebox sitting on the shelf. When she took it down, she felt a shudder run up her spine. She shut the closet door and placed the box on the bed.
Asami always felt kinda of awkward when it came to touching herself. Year, yeah, it's good for you and shit like that, but she didn't do it often. Only in moments of extreme demand.
Like right now.
She approached her speakers and plugged her phone into them with the auxiliary cord. After scrolling through her massive collection of songs (she was well over five hundred), she choose a simple song that would have enough bass to cover whatever was to come in the next ten minutes or so. She even set up a playlist.
She turned the volume all the way up on her phone, then adjusted the volume of the speakers. Everyone in her house knew she loved loud music. They wouldn't think twice.
~You and me, we've been hanging around for the longest time
I know when you're down
Know what you need to get you high
Top down, like the wind through your hair on a summer's night
Outside, all of your fears, leave them behind~
Asami smiled a bit. Carly never disappointed her before. She turned to face her bed and sucked in a breath, holding it. Give her a break, it's been s while. She undid and shimmied out of her jeans, tossing them onto a chair. She decided against taking her shirt off and sat on the bed. Her boy shorts did little to hide her excitement, but what else was to be expected?
She ran a hand over the lid of the box before lifting it off and revealing her desired plaything. Just the sight of it was enough to make her pulse with anticipation. She took the toy out of the box and only one thought came to mind.
Being an omega sucks.
~The next day~
The alpha wasn't in school the next day. Well, Asami didn't see her in the morning, nor did she smell her. Which was good, because she still hadn't come to terms with the fact that she couldn't help but imagine said girl being the one that took her yesterday.
It was a goddamn toy.
She well would've preferred it be the actual alpha herself.
Just ignore that.
She did see Kuvira, though, and was tempted to ask her about her friend, but she didn't think it was right. She barely knew either of them. Why act like a creep if she didn't have to?
She also wore her father's jacket again, so she was being ignored once more. Eight more possible days of this. She couldn't wait. Asami's cycle ranged from seven to ten days. She prayed for seven.
"Asami?"
The CEO shook her head, feeling as if she'd just crashed back down to earth. "Huh?"
Opal frowned and put her hands on her hips. "I asked you if you wanted to hang out after school."
"Oh, uh, yeah. Sure." Asami said.
"You're acting weirder than usual." Opal said. She raised an eyebrow and looked her friend up and down. "What's going on with you?"
"Just tired, really." Asami replied.
She wasn't really lying either. She'd been up some of the night for two reasons. One, because of her heat and two, because of that shameless blue that kept appearing in her dreams.
"When did you get to bed?" Opal asked.
"Um, I have no idea actually." Asami said. She scratched her head and shrugged. "I just didn't fall asleep right away."
"Get to class!" a teacher yelled, coming up a nearby hallway. "Before you're all late!"
"I'll see you in Chemistry." Opal said.
Asami nodded. "Yeah, see you then."
The two split ways and Asami headed to the library. She had a free period right now because, like everyone else, her schedule was messed up and she had a blank on her sheet. Despite all this, the guidance office was only taking care of seniors at the moment. All underclassmen with a blank on their schedule had to report to the main stage.
Asami hated the main stage, but only because it wasn't her setting. While she liked acting, she found better comfort in it watching than performing.
She entered the library and it was just her luck that no class was in there. She walked up the steps into the outer computer lab just as the librarian came into view.
"Ah, Miss Sato." he said with a warm smile.
"Hi, Mr. Himada." Asami greeted, returning the smile. "Do you mind if I spend my free period in here?"
"Not at all, dear. Go right ahead." Mr. Himada replied.
"Thank you." Asami said and sat down at a computer. She'd only have about an hour and a half, but at least she was doing something.
~At the end of school~
The last bell rang and Asami stood from her chair, gathering her things and heading out the door. Opal told her to meet her, Bolin and Mako in the foyer before they left the school. It wasn't until her foot touched the first floor that she realized she'd left her notebook in her last classroom. She rolled her eyes. There was no way she could leave it, it was her sketch book.
She headed for the foyer, seeing her friends gathered at the front door and chatting casually. Mako saw her first and waved her over, smiling.
"Hey, 'Sami, ready to go?" he said when she reached them.
"I just realized I left my sketch book in my class." Asami said. "You guys mind waiting for me while I go get it?"
"No, go ahead." Bolin said.
"We'll wait here." Opal said.
"Thanks. I'll be right back." Asami said.
She turned away from them and hurried up the stairs to the fourth floor. Yes, the fourth floor. It sucked. She was panting by the time she made it to her and her legs ached worse than her horniness.
Wow.
She entered the classroom and her face fell when she found the room already cleaned up. Her desk was empty. Dismayed, Asami walked further into the room towards the bins that had the class' notebooks in them. She knelt down and began sorting through them.
Damn. If I lose that notebook... she thought anxiously.
She filed through each of the notebooks, growing more and more upset when none of them ended up being hers. She was reaching for the second bin when heard footsteps come into the room and heard the door shut.
And the scent of an alpha surrounded her.
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Calm down, you horny pervs. You'll get your smut soon enough. Just not now ;) This chapter was going to be longer, but I decided against it for the sake of keeping you guys on your toes. Don't hate me, I love you guys!
Thanks for reading!