As Ash continued marching robotically down the dorm hallway, over dramatically thundering his feet against the wiltering carpet, successfully startling the group of Omegas walking past him, each rewarding Ash with a look of concern and annoyance, Ash couldn't care less. In fact, he hoped people would be clearing out of his way, he couldn't imagine having any civil conversations any time soon. Not when his mind was so occupied with a certain Alpha, his hands perspiring nervously at the thought. Each flash of her face sending a jolt of both embarrassment and giddy down Ash's spine.

Damn, what was wrong with him lately? In the deepest depths of his mind, Ash new exactly why he was acting so ridiculous, but the miniscule pieces of logic that he still retained told him otherwise. To think otherwise.

Though, to Ash's dismay, a certain pair of nosy friends would just be leaping at the chance to uncover what had rattled him so much right before he stepped into professor Oak's room. The nosy teens, especially the female counterpart, would be practically strangling him for answers.

And of course, Ash knew he wasn't renowned for his control of emotions, nor his canny ability to remain stoic like Paul. The Alpha who was eminent for masquerading his utter lacking of emotions. Thus crossing out the option to avoid the subject altogether. Eventually, Ash made the final turn to his dorm room. Passing a variety of silver plaque numbers until his eyes roamed over the familiar numbers of his own dorm. The desire of taking a nap seemed to successfully progress as he lazily searched his back pocket for the metal chain that collected his only way to get into the crappy dorm.

Which, lead to a whole other spiral of waves of envy as Ash bitterly remembered the practical castle the Alphas lived in. Three stories, two humongous libraries, a spa, bakery, over arching entrance that resembled something out of 18th century gothic architecture, and a large state of the art pool and gym. What did this crappy dorm have? Oh, a library that was falling apart as fast as the seems of the books in said library, an entrance that resembled something out of a decaying college and a gym, if it could even be called that.

It was almost laughable, how pathetically big the division between the two groups were. All thanks to a corrupted dean and a school banking on large grants that only covered the Alpha aspects of the school. The Omegas were left to rot along with the other half of the school. They certainly weren't on the cover of the brochures. Most of the Omegas were lucky enough to even be there, relying on food aid and such because they weren't special enough to earn scholarships, nor rich enough to pay off the school. The only reason they were kept was because of a system implemented a century ago that's goal was to, ironically, help students who had... Special circumstances. But, they were just seen as the E class of the school.

So, with Ash so overly bitter, when his hand felt a lack of cold metal, the unfamiliar, desolate weight of his pocket became glaringly obvious. Groaning inwardly, Ash knocked roughly on the door frame to his dorm. Silently reminding himself to stop underestimating May's cunning ability of theft.

"Come in!" two familiar voices ringed, both voices lacking their usual normality and instead filled with mirth. Ash could only scowl as he whipped open the door. He knew he should have just opened it.

Both May and Drew were perched lazily on his bed. Smirks attached to their faces as if sewn to perfection.

The keys Ash had been flailing around looking for were neatly tucked away in May's palm. Her lips were set in a triumphant leer as she teasingly shook the chain of keys in front of her face. Wordlessly apprising to Ash the cause of his weightless pocket.

"Did you have to take my keys?" Ash groaned in botheration, attempting to snatch the chain out of May's grasp. Buy, the moment happened in a blur. May had seemingly discovered other means of entertainment, cackling as she teasingly snapped her hand back out of Ash's reach, which sent him hurdling ceremoniously onto the floor.

A sharp glare fixated on May once Ash got his bearings, this time successfully yanking the metal chain away from her before any more physical damage was done. Mainly to himself. Meanwhile, Drew chortled under his breath at Ash's predicament and suspense, glad that for once May's antics were directed at someone else. The raven Omega's scowl only deepening.

"You weren't being cooperative, so I took matters into my own hand," May defended nonchalantly as Ash picked himself off the floor for a second time that day.

"Time to fess up Ash," Drew finally barked, cutting right to the chase, eager for some unknown answers to be shed into the light.

Ash grumbled something about wishing he lived literally anywhere else until he eventually caved. Half-heartedly dragging his desk chair over, Ash flopped into the seat. His eyes remained fixated on the ceiling as he morosely recited the events following his departure with the two Omegas from the Boy's bathroom, from the encounter with stupid face Gary Oak and another humiliating and confusing conversation with the queen Alpha, until finally ending the tale up to the present. Glossing over as many details as he could and using the least amount of words as possible.

May and Drew listened on contently as to not interrupt Ash's story. After a brief pause of silence, Drew burst out in aggravation, "What a jerk!" May only nodded her head grimly in wordless agreement, unaffected by her friends' outburst.

Meanwhile, Ash could only mock his own inner turmoil. Figured he of all Omegas was the first to make enemies with Oak's grandson. Normally Gary just stuck up his nose when an Omega ever crossed paths with him.

Lucky me, Ash rolled his eyes, humorously conjuring up ways he was sure Gary could humiliate him. Ironically enough though, his unraveling thoughts seem to leak away from the obnoxious Alpha to a much more pleasant one, which scared Ash more than he was willing to admit as he never thought the words 'pleasant' and 'Alpha' could possibly be uttered in the same sentence. Let alone an Alpha ever being described as anything but a, to say the least, a substandard remark.

"So, what are you going to do about Misty?" May questioned, shattering the awkward silence enveloping the room.

Drew had finally shut his mouth long enough to hold in his mumbling threats towards Gary under his breath. Instead, picking up his head as he too was quite curious to Ash's response to May's inquiries.

"In all honesty guys, I'm not even sure anymore. My entire life I've never really given a thought as to what Alpha's were really like," Ash sighed and paused. Trying to contemplate the right way to phrase the bumbling bees of thought buzzing inside his already frazzled mind. Almost as if the honey was dripping down from his brain to his mouth. Gluing the roof of his mouth and tongue together and preventing his ornate ability to speak.

Ironically enough, all these abnormal symptoms to Ash's normally tactful mind seemed to appear ever since his abrupt encounter with the mysterious Alpha with ocean eyes.

"Yeah, I heard the rumors, we all have, but I've never talked to an Alpha for more than what? A minute? Maybe 2," Ash scoffed before continuing his spiel. May and Drew could only wordlessly take in Ash's complaints.

"The Alpha's can't stand us, yet they know nothing about us. The only difference between us and them is our financial status or our athletic abilities because all this school gives a damn about are those two things," Ash finally huffed in his own retaliation. The words fumbling out of his mouth before he could truly think them through. Allowing all his frustrations to poor onto the floor into one heep of a mess that could only slightly resemble the chaos coursing through his head.

Though, now that Ash had taken a pause to his raging train of thoughts, he reasoned that this was one of the most vulnerable moments of his life. The feeling of his exposed rational being peeled for his two friends to see was almost as awkward as his err... Encounters with Misty.

Actually, these two moments of Ash's hectic day were probably some of the most vulnerable experiences of his life.

Besides that time of course when him, Paul and Drew all shouted at each other back in 6th grade. Diplomacy was not in Ash's vocabulary (both literally and figuratively) and Ash couldn't recall what he could have been possibly arguing so passionately about. But, all he could remember was Drew getting a black eye, then his younger self returning the favor and quite literally handing Paul a twinning look with his own black and blue raccoon disguise.

Why was it that every dramatic moment of Ash's life was always influenced by an Alpha?

"Well, although I'm not gonna deny that last statement, I'm gonna have to disagree with you on your earlier one" May composedly interrupted, relaxing back onto Ash's bed with ease as she crossed her legs to set herself comfortably before she could make her usually sarcastic and witty comebacks.

"The true difference between us and them..." May smirked, "Is who has enough self control to stick it out with the Alpha, Professor Ivy's, "lectures." Cause we all know that bi-"

"Okayyyy, May remember when we discussed what we should never talk about ever again?" Drew intercepted, a sour look on his face as if he bit into a lemon and washed it down with an acidic drink. "Lets all just try to stay rational guys."

"You being a rational, normally functioning male? Don't make me laugh... Oh wait! Too late," and May instantaneously burst into a fit of giggles at, once again, Drew's expense. Snorting at the concept of Drew ever being serious enough to complete half of his daily tasks. The boy couldn't even go two minutes without a rose in hand for a girl, or flipping his hair and checking himself out in any reflective objects. One of them being a metal handle to a door...

"Hey, hey Drew can be plenty serious. And what did I say about mocking Drew's lacking masculinity," Ash interposed.

"Thank you Ash... Wait what?"

"What masculinity? I catch him playing with his hair more than the girls in our class! Including Melody," May intervened. Purposely taking a once over at Ash's reaction to the mentioning of his feminine ex-girlfriend from freshmen year. The obvious mention of the girls name did not go over Ash's head as his face flushed and May just coyly smiled in mirth.

"Hey! Why am I the one being verbally assaulted right now?" Drew exasperatedly cried. The mentioning of Melody seemingly flying over his head. Though, he hadn't really known about her until their break up with Ash in Sophomore year.

"Cause you make it so easy," May taunted, feeling quite satisfied as Drew's face started to slowly begin twitching in furry.

"Yeah, and like you're little miss perfect!" Drew snapped back, anger sprawled over his face in a squiggly line of aggitation.

"You can't even go five minutes without insulting somebody!" And so the bickering commenced once again. The storm brewing in between the two teens wasn't relenting any time soon. The cackling of lightning flowing after each insult.

It was at this point Ash was seriously beginning to question getting some new friends; preferably a pair that argued less.

Misty let a wistful sigh entangle into the invigorating air of her dorm room.

The room, for the moments notice, was being ventilated with frosty air as the last waves of summer heat rolled over the remnants of September. The temperatures outside were currently at the mercy of the sun, and Misty relished in the fact the fall weather was being kept at bay. Though, as much love she had for the extravagant colours that were put on displayed during the fall, nothing could rival the leisures that a sun-drenched season provided.

Which, is why the Alpha leader had found herself abandoning the hefty stack of papers that were towering upon her desk. The daunting homework loomed over her in an aggravating nagging. That was bound to shave a couple of hours out of her weekend (even though Misty suspected that it was more likely going to be held off due to her chronic procrastination).

So, in despite of herself, Misty figured sacrificing this one Friday of the possibility to be catching up on Professor Ivy's lecture wouldn't kill her. Recreational time was rare in her actively engrossing life, and that's why Misty kept catching herself zoning out into the sun-kissed window of her dorm.

From her vintage point, Misty could clearly make-out the woodland that acted almost like a backdrop one would see on the pamphlet of some get away resort. Though, her view was contrastingly different from the rest of the campus grounds due to the highschool being located in a suburban city.

Actually, now that Misty was taking a closer look, she could almost see...

"Hello Misty!!!" A quite pleased Dawn abruptly announced, pulling Misty's spanning attention away from the glass window.

Misty knew giving Dawn the spare key would cost her.

"You'll never guess what happened in AP Bio today!" Dawn beamed, cascading through Misty's dorm with enough enthusiam to lead a pep rally, which are tempts of fate that Dawn has completed and semi conquered.

The stomach flu was evidently no match for Dawn and her will power. The nauseating virus didn't stop her from leading the football team to victory during the last competition. Though, it may have numbed her ques of judgement when Dawn guzzled down about half the damn bottle of Misty's Dayquill. She even ended up throwing up in one of the players helmets during the celebratory bus ride home. It was Paul's as Dawn would find humiliatingly out later that week. Best days of Misty's life.

Misty enlighteningly took a shot in the dark as to the uplift of Dawn mood.

"Hmmm let me guess... Kenney asked you out?"

Misty had hit the bullseye.

"How did you know?" Dawn pouted. The delight of her surprise being sucked away thanks to her all to calculating, and cunning best friend.

"Well it was either that, or you finally came to your senses and asked Paul out to the ceremonial conclusion of the sports festival," Misty half teased. Her comment bordering over the word of a truth and a joke. The Alpha had always discretly rooted for the purple haired instigator. The relationship between himself and Dawn, albeit rocky, was a pure one nonetheless.

"Pssh, Paul!? Kenney is better than Paul, hands down!"

"Oh, really? Then what makes Barry any better?" Misty counter argued. Referring to Dawn's prior obsession to the eccentric boy that used to be glued to her hip since 6th grade.

Dawn's reciprocal romantic antics with the boy were short lived to say the least. Eventually, Dawn decided to maintain the awkward friendship with the guy. It was for the best, Dawn consistently assured Misty. Though, Misty was quite skeptical if that message was for her, or Dawn.

Not like any of that mattered anymore, Barry had begun initiating an extravagant displayment of affectionate for Giselle about a week ago.

"Well..," Dawn stammered, examining Misty's abandoned magazine collection that was evidently thrown in an askewed fashion.

"Barry was, well you know... Barry"

"Hmmm, very convincing." Misty hummed.

"Well, I don't see you hooking up with Gary anytime soon," Dawn interjected. Tossing 'Coordinator Monthly,' back onto the coffee table, only to pick up a more engrossing article of 'Poké Chic.'

"Ha, Gary? Not likely," Misty dramatically huffed in retaliation.

"You can keep telling yourself that until the cows come home, but we both know Gary is gonna sweep you off your feet one of these days." Dawn smirked.

"Yeah, and on that same day, I'll join my bimbo sister's international photo shoot."

"Hey, I'll hold you to that."

"Whatever, DeeDee."

Dawn scowled in Misty's direction until a ping from Misty's phone alerted the two Alphas.

Misty stretched to her left and begrudgingly picked up the electronic device. Muscle memory kicking in, she opened her inbox and was greeted with a message from Ursula.

"Hey, Dawn, you down for a party tonight? Ursula's. Nine o'clock." Misty inquired, peering over the screen of her phone in a questioning glance at the bluenette.

"Whose gonna be there?" Dawn probed, settling down on the couch adjacent to Misty. The later began swiftly typing away.

"The football, cheerleading-" Dawn beamed a little "--track, wrestling, and swim teams. A couple of rich kids from the other campus will be there to. Says here that there's a plus one invitation."

"Alright, I say we should go!"

"I could have gave you that answer two minutes ago," Misty proclaimed with self-assurance. A passing pause of tranquility over took the dorm until Dawn wondered aloud.

"Do you think Paul will show?" And as soon as the words spilled out of her mouth, Dawn rued the remark. Misty's smirk said it all.

"Aha!" Misty celebrated, an accusing finger pointed towards Dawn.

"I'm just saying," Dawn's spech slowed as she hopelessly tried to justify her appalling question and hesitated before continuing. She was entering a treterous path of words, "He always brings, some sort amusement when he comes to parties." Dawn reluctantly conceded. Not missing the smirk plastered on Misty's face.

An abrupt knock sounded from the door, and the smirk on Misty's face only broadened. A certain imperturbable football player was most certainly on the other side of the door.

Dawn inwardly groaned.

Sauntering towards the door in practically a gallop, Misty dramatized the opening if the door. Dawn wanted to crawl into a hole before Misty could make a fool of her.

However, the roles were instantaneously reversed. Dawn sent a leer in Misty's direction that slid right past her and could have smacked the boy on the other side of the door square in the face. Which, would lead to him sprawling onto the floor to join Misty's cerulean marbles that almost popped out of her head. This was not Paul, and Misty most certainly was not expecting company.

"ASH!?"

I may make some alterations to this chapter because I felt like this chapter could be better I just can't place what I want to change as of right now. Anyways, sorry for the late updates and if anyone has some suggestions or criticisms do not hesitate to tell me. Thanks for reading.