Tick..tick...tick...
Ash huffed in impatience as he continued to scowl at the clock hanging from the ceiling, its metronomic rhythm lulling the poor boy into a hypnotized sleep.
Tick...tick...tick
Ash began to wonder if his gaze pierced the clunky piece of machinery just right, he fantasized the bigger hand being edged just a little closer to the Roman Numeral twelve.
Tick...tick..tick-blink
One staring contrast later revealed that not only did Ash not poses some inhuman ability that was kept dormant until this absurdly boring morning, but also that Ash's eyes couldn't strain as long as he originally thought they could without watering. It was a shame really (Ash's embarrassingly revealed fact that he could get schooled in a staring contest, not the fact that he didn't posses some superpower. If he did, he wouldn't be sitting there).
Though, besides the rising frequency of clock staring contests, Ash's attention span was seemingly deteriorating along with his academic motivation (call it senioritis if you will), what with the upcoming sports festival approaching in a mere month away. Which lead Ash to fixate his thoughts to the gossip networks of students that chattered shamelessly amongst themselves. 'Who was gonna win, the competition, and rumors about a not so subtle change in the program' spread like wildfire, no shocker there. However, the real fuel to the fire was that word had it that Lance, the head Master, was conjigating up some scheme that counted on an eerie turn of events concerning the partnership pairing starting as of this year.
Tick...tick...tick
And yet, despite these intrusive thoughts clouding his mind, Ash still had to refrain himself from yawning again as his professor continued to drone on about math concepts that he couldn't fathom to comprehend. The lackluster math subject boring the teen to death in comparison to his racing mind on the sports competitions. Eventually, Ash promptly came to the revolution that his pen was a much more worthy object of his undivided attention. Ash noted the grimace on the professor Oak's face as he so effortlessly twirled the piece of writing equipment through his fingers.
Tick...ti-
Though, just as the professor was about to remark Ash's less than respectful attitude, the fifth-period bell rang throughout the school building. Disrupting silence in the classrooms and igniting excitement as kids eagerly crammed their books into their bags. Hastily leaving their classes and proceeding to lunch, and Ash followed in suit.
"Alright, class dismissed. Don't forget to hand in those term papers next week!" Professor Oak reminded his students as he finished sprawling the geometric algorithms on the blackboard.
Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Ash bolted out of his seat as he made a beeline for the cafeteria. The math that he was supposedly learning escaping his mind just as quickly as it entered.
Eventually, a triumphant smirk graced the raven-haired teen's features when he saw the line to the sloppy Joe's remained deserted and empty. That is, until a distinctively familiar voice called for the boys' attention.
Ash growled at the interference between himself and the food. Glaring up at the boy who was leisurely stalking towards him.
"Ash! Over here, you oversized glutton!" He had taunted, flipping his green locks of hair in an overly exaggerated toss fit for the true arrogant teen that he was. Making numerous Omega girls swoon in his direction.
"Oversized? The only oversized thing I can see from here is your inflated ego, Hayden," Ash remarked icily. Hazel eyes sneering at the green-haired teen waltzing across the cafeteria. The tension between the two was escalating rapidly, neither of their stances faltering. Ash even began paying no mind to the people who began filling into the food line.
However, the desultory tension between the two Omegas rapidly dissipated just as suddenly as it came. Both boy's hard and stoic expressions slowly morphing into contagious grins, the glares evaporating into thin air. Ash, being the first to cave, abruptly doubled over in boisterous laughter. Drew imitating the action, chortling lightly to himself. The two 17-year-olds making the attention of their fellow students gravitate towards them and their obnoxiously loud snickering.
"What's up Ash? Hope you haven't eaten the entire cafeteria's food supply before the rest of us" Drew began, the first of the two to efficiently start composing himself, strutting up to Ash in an undeniably handsome way.
Though Drew was only an Omega, he sure did have the looks and charms of an Alpha. His razor-sharp facial features, mesmerizing emerald green eyes, and a decently sculptured body was certainly a sight for sore eyes.
"Shut up Drew, you're one to talk," Ash grinned back boyishly as he inattentively slung his arm around his green-haired best friend.
"I mean, you're so scrawny I would assume that you're eating just as much as Serena does," Ash teased mockingly, referring to the French exchange student who, apparently, also happened to do modeling gigs back in Paris. The reasons for her being in the Omega grouping was vastly shocking to most, as they couldn't understand why such a highly potential girl would be degraded to that part of the school. So in spite of her gorgeous looks, Alphas had already anonymously revoked her Drew had vaguely seen her around some of his literature classes, not that he was really looking to begin with due to a certain-
"Awe, my two friends are getting along, how cute," a brunette remarked behind the oblivious teens, her lips set in a mischievous smile. That certain someone already grinding on his nerves and lunch hadn't even started.
Ash and Drew whipped around to face an overly amused and confident Omega, May Maple. Her arms crossed in front of her chest as she gazed at the two boys superiorly, considering herself the only sane one out of the three.
"May," Drew seethed, gritting his teeth in fury, his gaze livid, and eyes flashing with indignance. Confronting the only female Omega that could make his skin crawl and utterly avoid his flirtatious habits like the plague.
"Hayden, did you miss me? I'm touched," May taunted, sniggering at the beat scarlet blush dispersing along Drew's neck as if he had been in the sun too long.
"The day I'll ever miss someone like you, is the day pigs fly," Drew scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"You can fly?" May retorted, snorting back a laugh at the hysterical trap Drew had set himself into. Almost like a moth fluttering a little to close to the electrocuting light.
"Pfft," Ash snorted, clamping his hand against his lips to suppress his mocking mirth as his two best friends commenced, yet another, verbal sparring match in the middle of the cafeteria. Though, this didn't stammer the rest of the school's student body. Kids continued their waltzing around the two pent up teens with insanely high amounts of sexual and hormonal tension. Meanwhile, May and Drew were none the wiser, blocking out everybody (unbeknownst to them), but each other.
Ash, upon realizing that nothing was going to break apart his two stubborn friends, made his way back to the place he was aiming for originally; the lunch line.
Dawn Berlitz elbowed and dodged as many students as she could. Shouting, "excuse me's" and, "make way for Dawn," while scurrying through the cafeteria at break neck speeds.
The cafeteria was jammed packed with Alpha's and respectively Omegas as well. Though, neither side had to be inclined to worry about socializing with the other. That was what the division between the two sides were for. A litter of reds and whites were filtered throughout the Omegas side, as were a series of blues neatly hung and decorated on the Alpha's marked territory. Squeezing her way through the rest of the Alpha students, Dawn eventually came to a halt. The clump of student body would deter anyone even if they were in a frenzy to find a friend. Especially if said person yearned for the perfection of their hair, make-up, and beautifully manicured fingernails like Dawn. Hey, if she had to look on the brink of insanity to find the queen Alpha, Dawn rationalized she might as well look good while doing it.
However, the sudden stop made the Alpha lose her footing. Using her hands (mindful of her manicure) to support herself on one of the series of lunch tables, she momentarily caught her breath. Eagerly contemplating where her fiery-red headed friend could have up and vanished too. Checking her phone in one last desperate attempt, wishing that by some miracle it would shed light on where the Alpha had gone.
"Troublesome, what in the world are you doing?" A gravely and hoarsed voice calmly inquired, interrupting the blue-haired beauty out of her frantic thoughts.
"Paul quit that," Dawn whimpered, spinning on her heal to face the purple-haired instigator. Pouting at the horrid use of the nickname the older boy constantly, without fail, mocked her with. It could have been so endearing if only it weren't an insult. Paul had been her own epitome, and definition of the expression 'the lesser of two evils.' Only there were no actual other evils around to compare the purple-haired teen to, it just fit his outwardly persona in Dawn's imagination.
"Whatever you say, Troublesome," Paul smirked, finding it incredibly amusing when she jetted out her bottom lip in a small quiver to convey the most innocent of puppy-dog looks.
"Ugh, you're impossible," Dawn huffed when her attempt at breaking the stoic teen to feel even an ounce of compassion, or remorse fell empty.
Paul coyly smiled, lifting both of his hands to gesture that he was guilty. It never ceased to amaze the Alpha how wound up Dawn could become just from the most simplistic actions. The girl was the equivalent to the complexity of a jack-in-the-box. Though, Dawn's 'POP' was hands down more temperamental, and demanding.
"Listen," Dawn attempted again, her voice morphing into the most serious tone she cold muster. Despite some of her short-comings, the girl was a lot more witty than what some could give her credit for. She may be a bit vain and ditzy but Dawn was completely out of the spectrum of stupidity. And regardless of her usual bubbly front, Dawn was quite capable of putting her foot down when push came to shove, and it didn't take much of either of those options to put Dawn over the edge.
That's what lead Paul into conjuring about his own little theory as to why Dawn and Misty made such good friends. Nothing said 'besties' better than bonding over temperamental issues. Not that Paul would openly discuss those theories out loud. He may be tough, but Paul knew when to bite his tongue, even more so since he kind of valued his life.
"I've been looking for Misty, and it's incredibly urgent!" Dawn exaggerated, doe like eyes appearing on her face as she pleaded. Clasping her hands dramatically into a praying position. Chucking all of her wishful pleas that Misty was ever going to efficiently text her back out of her imaginary window.
Meanwhile Paul could only rolled his eyes exasperatedly at Dawn's crazy antics, the sarcastic gesture only to be returned with a glare so striking it would have made any other person flinch. Paul was gifted enough with something he liked to think of as dignity, though that clearly seemed to be seeping away from the crevices of his mind, along with his sudden lack of ability to form coherent threats.
"Look, Troublesome, if this is another one of your absurd fashion crisis, you can forget-"
"No! I pinky swear it's not about Misty's dead ends!" Dawn interjected, waving her hands frantically in a short dismissal of Paul's thoughts. Dawn felt the leap of her heart rate as Paul's gaze fell back down to her eyes. She brushed it off as best she could.
"Although, I should probably get that girl a hair salon appointment... I wonder if Zoey's still takes walk-in..." Dawn murmured lightly. Enabling herself to entirely neglect the issue she had brought up in the first place. She blamed Paul for being so distractingly handsom- nope she wouldn't finish entertaining that particular thought.
"Troublesome, focus!" Paul snapped anyways, agitated by the bluenettes lack of any attention-span whatsoever. Blissfully ignorant as to what the cause of Dawn's stuttering and inability to think normally.
"R-right!" Dawn chirped up, regaining as many neurons of memory left in her brain before it seemingly turned to much at the sight of Paul.
"And..." Paul urged on, still waiting for the explanations to come spewing out of Dawn's overly chatty mouth.
"Ok, ok, I've done some snooping and," Paul threw her a look of discouragement.
"Hey! Don't give me that look! You want an answer or not? Anyways, I heard from Leaf, who heard from Barry, who heard from his friend Tracey..." Dawn began listing, ticking off each name with one of her fingers.
"Who said that apparently this year's sports festival is going to have a twist! This year, all partners will be hand selected by principal Lance himself! And get this, it's possible that Alphas could be paired up with Omegas during the team events!" Dawn slouched over. Her labored breaths stentorian as she wrapped up the big news she had been carrying since third-period that day.
Paul merely raised his eyebrows in an inquisitive manner, not really sure if he should be concerned about Dawn's mental well being.
"There's no way Lance would be dumb enough to pair an Omega with an Alpha for a sports festival. Not only is that absolutely ludicrous, but just downright impossible," Paul ridiculed, shaking his head in pure denial.
"That's exactly what I said!" Dawn yelped, "But I assure you, it's all legitimate! That's why I have to tell Misty! That Alpha practically breathes those sports festivals! I mean don't get me wrong, all of us Alphas are looking forward to it, but not as much as Misty." Dawn emphasized with a wave of her hands. It was no secret that Misty was famous for her competitive streak.
"Alright, alright.." Paul sighed, caving into Dawn's cries of help. "I believe you, but I haven't seen Misty since this morning, so I'm really not a lot of help."
"Oh! That's alright!" Dawn perked, her entire mood shifting from panicked and distressed to calm in an alarmingly quick switch.
"I know exactly how to find her now!" Dawn declared, her grip on Paul's hand tightening as they weaved through the lunch crowd, and Dawn's devious smile warned Paul that he should be scared.
Very scared.
Misty hummed silently to herself as she flawlessly threaded through the hoards of Alpha's flooding into the Alpha's domain of the cafeteria. Albeit, it certainly made it easier when they all parted out of their ways to ensure Misty had enough room to get through. Practically praising her every breath, which may or may not have gotten on her nerves every now and then.
"Congratulations on another win Misty!"
"Fast as ever Waterflower!"
"Pack leading Alpha right here!"
Misty gloated a bit under the everlasting sea of compliments, nodding and appreciating every single one of them.
It was funny, Misty thought reminiscently, to think that just 4 years ago, she was nowhere close to being where she had landed herself now, at the top of the pack.
Call it a humble beginning, if you will, but what many of the kids in her grade, heck even in the Alpha pack, seem to forget is just how undetected she was. Her track scores just barely clocked in over the average times of everyone else, and she looked as lanky and awkward as some of the boys. However, things can change rapidly within a year. Her sisters always called her the runt, but little did they know that Misty's genes would soon sprout at full force. Puberty slammed her like a truck, gracefully bestowing her long, creamy colored legs (perfect for running), an increasing size of hips along with a shrinking waist, and her hair had even changed from being a carrot-top orange to a wavy ember.
Misty was certainly blessed with good looks like her fellow Waterflower sisters: Lily, Daisy and Violet. But, what distinguished her from her... Ditzy family members, was just how she had become an Alpha. While they were granted easy access through rich bribery from her now deceased parents, Misty was forced to exert herself the hard way.
Fortunately, she did not follow her sisters in the breast department, as Misty remained just below a B cup, but that was more than fine with her. She couldn't imagine sprinting with the huge boobs her sisters carried. Misty also always believed that her traits were carried from her mother. The small nose, cerulean eyes, and round face were all traits that her mom possessed. Sometimes, looking in the mirror, Misty believed her mom was reflecting right back at her. Something her bimbo sisters could never say, as they had certainly gotten their striking attributes from their father.
Of course, this glow up certainly didn't go undetected by her peers, especially the ever observant fashion fanatic, Dawn. The bluenette practically jumped Misty in the hall one day, begging to know where she had her hair done. The two had then struck up some friendly conversations about what classes they shared, what their favorite shopping and eating locations were, and where they had grown up before entering Woodland High. Misty had found out that Dawn was from a small area from a place called Sinnoh and that she was one of the captains of the Cheerleading team, an impressive feat for a freshman. Misty could hardly believe how close she still was to the gymnast prodigy.
Another shout of approval Misty's way alerted her to the present once more, reminding her of the gnawing hunger pains and the fact she had wandered a bit further than to her liking. So, as much as Misty would have adored thanking every other Alpha that basked her in glory, her stomach was growling in protest. Misty hadn't eaten a single thing all day and she was in a blind rush for food. Even Omega lunch food would have sufficed at that point.
Unfortunately, in Misty's impetuous bolt to the lunch line, her passing of the freakishly large, cerulean blue, Alpha lunch sign didn't even strike her. Never dawning on Misty that she had, indeed crossed over to the Omega's territory of the cafeteria.
Ash was ecstatic when he had finally got his precious lunch, his demeanor as giddy as a child. An almost disgustingly hefty amount of questionable food combinations consisting of chips, sandwiches, and soft drinks piled on Ash's tray like a miniature, edible Mount Everest. A sore eye for some students, which made them look away in utter repulsion, but was nothing short of heaven for the raven-haired Omega, his mouth watering at the sight. He had to admire his handywork, if only food stacking could be a competition.
Unfortunately, Ash's stomach seemed to be his own downfall when he found himself ungracefully splattering onto the floor. Along with his lunch clanging with a resounding smack that echoed throughout the lunch room. Heads whipped in his direction to find the source of the excitement.
So, there Ash sat on the cool tiled floor flabbergasted. His eyes hesitantly trailed over the massacre of food sprawled out in wild directions like a child's finger-painting. Golden yellow mustard, tomato red ketchup drops, and ranch dressing began pouring into one another, creating a unique and indistinguishable color of murky orange.
Sweeping over the damage and surveying the stains scattered over his clothing, finally, Ash built the inner courage to peak at the victim of his unappetizing art creation. His brain frazzled and distorted as he half-heartedly assessing the amount of trouble he was bound to be in.
Liquid, chocolate brown eyes met striking cerulean blue orbs and time froze in place. Ash sucked in his breath, finding it incredibly difficult to catch his breath, the room closing in on the hyperventilating Omega.
Misty, the Alpha of the school, the track goddess, the smartest of the elites, was actually covered head-to-toe in greasy cheeses and meats. The mix of the two foods plopped onto the tile like runny paint. Her eyes widened in shock and incredulity. Fury blazed in the red-headed girl's eyes, her temper flaring. Misty's glare shifted to the person responsible for her utter humiliation. However, all rapid fire strings of curses lodged themselves back into Misty's throat, fizzling out like a flame in the rain as she locked gazes with a sparkling brown-eyed boy. Her superior composure deteriorated, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable under the gaze of the mysterious Omega, labeled by his red uniform.
Ash was the first to recollect himself. Recoiling at the hundreds of glares boring into him as half of the student body, both Omega and Alpha, looked at him with either pitying or outraged looks. Heaving himself upright, Ash took in deep and steady breathes as he offered his hand out to Misty in, what he hoped, was a chivalrous gesture. The room's eerie silence wasn't reassuring. In fact, the jostling noise of the pact, chaotic, and conventional cafeteria would have been a lot less detrimental to Ash's conscience.
Misty studied Ash's outstretched hand, an evident hesitancy in her sluggish movements, almost second guessing the offer, which unknowingly by her, was making Ash sweat bullets due to the sheer awkwardness. Though, when her hand did eventually brush over Ash's it felt like a spark jolted pleasantly on the palm of her hand. Wanting to further investigate the giddy feeling in her stomach, Misty laced her fingers fully into his hands.
He could have sworn his face was melting. If his face wasn't beat red in embarrassment, then Ash swore to himself that he would be taking a very hasty trip to Nurse Joy's office. The feeling of Misty's warm, femininely dainty hand in his own was overwhelming. The delightful burning sensation dispersing from his hands to the rest of his body, the perception plaguing and consuming his mind like a fog.
Eventually, he brushed the bombarding (and not so innocent) thoughts away. Ash needed to remember just who he was handling in this... uh, sticky situation. A somewhat strength began to course through his veins, giving him enough credence to lift the Alpha into an upright position. Misty continued to gape at Ash once she was lifted. Their eyes locked once more and the room was frozen again, both the Alpha's and Omega's thoughts raced numbingly. The moment shattered like glass as the untouched hush over the lunchroom lifted when stomping feet thundered toward the middle of the cafeteria.
AN: Well I hope you found my little story amusing so far. Sorry, but my updates on my stories(such as this one) will not be very frequent at the moment due to loads of work. Anyways, please enjoy my story and give me any feedback/insightful criticism.
Update: this is the author from the future and I'm revamping some of these chapters because I had a change of ideas for the plot line further down the road and really wanted to get a head start. To those of you who even bother rereading any of these updates, thanks!