OMEGAVERSE BECAUSE IM FUCKING UNBEARABLE
Co-rank colleges were pretty uncommon across the world, so Pete was happy when Chicago University re-opened as co-rank for the incoming freshman.
He received a scholarship to play soccer, and was pleased to see that his teammates were a fresh mix of omegas, betas, and alphas.
Pete's always been open to the ranks being integrated, even though it's traditional for them to be separated for many reasons.
His parents think it's taboo, especially since kids his age are now starting to get the typical teenage urges along with monthly heats and ruts for omegas and alphas respectively.
Before they leave his dorm, everything newly set up, they beg him to be careful. It's making them nervous, leaving their oldest away at college.
Pete promises he'll be safe. He won't knock up some broad or mark anyone with clouded judgment. Besides, it's regulation that he only be roomed with another alpha, for the safety of himself and others.
Reluctantly, they depart, and Pete does what any typical teenager would do, he starts roaming the halls, peering into the dorms of his new classmates.
Some of them are too busy setting up their new rooms to notice him, but some spot him and wave, introducing themselves. He meets Ryan and Jon in the dorm two doors down, and Joe and Andy in the next floor up.
He circles back to his floor, looking into the room right next to the stairs, spotting a strawberry blond unpacking his clothes alone. Pete stares for a little longer than he means to, mainly because a part of him thinks the guy is kinda cute.
He's pale and short, with pink lips and rosy cheeks. There's a scar on one of his furrowed brows, and his tongue is trapped between his white teeth as he attempts to lift a pile of clothes from his bag.
Pete watches him carry the pile toward a wooden dresser, but before he makes it to his destination, he trips on one of his many bags, and collapses to the floor.
Without thinking, Pete rushes in, hands gently circling around the guy's waist, helping him off the ground. Brown eyes scan over him with concern, noticing the deep red staining his usually pale face.
A pair of eyes look up at him, and Pete stops breathing. They're baby blue with a little golden ring around the pupil, they're absolutely beautiful, and Pete's transfixed.
"Thanks," He says lightly, blinking up at Pete.
Pete comes to his senses, nodding and stepping back, releasing his grip on the guy's waist. "Do you need help?"
"I think I'm good," He looks down at the mess of clothes on the ground. "I just need to look where I'm going, I guess."
"Happens to the best of us," Pete offers a grin, causing the teen to smile back.
"I'm Patrick," He extends out a hand.
"Pete," Pete grabs Patrick's hand and shakes gently. "I'm down the hall."
"Good to know," Patrick pulls away and pushes up his glasses. "Are you going to the orientation later?"
"Yeah," Pete shifts his weight between his feet, nervous under the gaze of the handsome boy.
"Do you know where it's at?"
"Patterton Hall."
Patrick laughs nervously. "I don't know where that is. I never got the chance to tour this campus before I got here."
Pete's heart leaps, and he jumps at the opportunity presented to him. "I could walk you."
The blue eyes brighten. "Would you?"
