The Alpha Vs. The Omega {Under Editing}

Warm Up

Misty breathed in the crisp morning air, exhaling steadily as she stretched along the track. She figured she would take the first training slow to allow Ash and Serena to get better adjusted to everything. Of course, Gary wasted no time showing off, obnoxiously exaggerating his warm up while swapping death glares with Ash.

Misty rolled her eyes, exhausted by Gary's micro aggressions. The Alpha was fast, but his personality certainly lagged behind. Walking toward Ash, Misty places a comforting hand on his shoulder, much to the Omega's surprise.

"Listen, Gary is practically praying for your downfall."

Ash scoffed, "what else is new."

"Don't let him rile you, that's what he wants. He wants to watch you humiliate yourself, but Lance chose you for a reason, and I'm not letting the school's reputation drop. Run like your life depends on it becuase it does. Keep your breaths steady and your strides long. Don't exert more energy than you must."

Ash nodded slowly, soaking in Misty's words. "Yeah... I think I can manage that."

Misty grinned, making Ash's stomach twist with nerves. He mentally wanted to chastise himself for being so easily swayed by something as simple as her smile.

"Perfect, you'll do great."

Misty stepped off the track, joining Gary back at the starting line.

"Okay, if you're both ready, I'd like to time each of your mile times today. We need to track progress."

She jogged to her duffle back, pulling out two stop watches and handing the other to Gary.

"Gary and I will time the two of you first since you both have never established a mile time."

When entering Woodland Creek high, incoming Alpha students are categorized into their respective sports, meaning those who run track like Gary and Misty were expected to submit their official mile times to the school often, ensuring progress. Since most Omegas simply need to take entrance exams, they aren't held to the same standards. Not to mention, most of them are raffled into the school as the academy symbolized elite status, making acceptance even more competitive unless the student is wealthy or supremely athletic.

"Yeah Omega," Gary taunted, "we can't allow you to utterly humiliate us during the festival."

Ash took a deep breath, not sparing Gary another look as he dragged himself to the starting line, Serena only a few feet behind. He promised himself and Misty that he wouldn't fall for Gary's bait. He knew Gary wanted a fight. If Gary was lucky, any physical altercation could have him permanently removed from the academy all together. He would not let that happen.

Misty whistled for their attention, holding the stop watch up for them to see. "When I say go, you run. Four laps, no stopping."

Ash inhaled steadily, rolling his shoulders back while resisting the urge to sneak another glance at Misty. Despite everything the Alpha had put him through so far, Ash couldn't help but admire her. Even at the crack of dawn on a Sunday, Misty looked great as always. The track suit she chose was extremely fitting, and Ash couldn't deny that he liked the look of her hair up, twisting neatly to the side and down her chest.

"Hey, goodluck Ash!"

He turned his head to see Serena waving from the line behind his. Ash smiled and returned the gesture.

"On your marks!" Misty shouted. Ash spun his head back around, a determined fire settling within him. The snickering coming from Gary further fueling his desire to exceed their expectations.

"Get set!" Ash lifted his legs, arching into the traditional running stance he had seen Alphas perform during the festival.

"Go!"