Omega verse on the people in my math class‼️

Why pt1

Mr. Dickeson pov
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Today sucked ever sense I woke up this morning. I fell off my super huge insanely big and comfy bed onto the hard as hell tile ground. "OWWWW SHIT" I say as at once. I get up and fall over cartoon style. I am so depressed that I must resort to angrily beating my meat. My alpha pheromones are on fire at this point. I start getting ready for the day, after I clean up the mess I made. 
I start to drive to school in my limo plane hybrid. Guess what? I fucking crash. God dammit, maybe I should actually get a driver's license for the jet limbo hybrid. "HOW COULD THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE?! OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD." I groan loudly as I walk the rest of the way to school in the thundering rain. To a Peper Named Zach middle we go.
I groan with displeasure as I run full speed into the school building where I work as a 7th grade math teacher. Ohmygodohmydodohmygodohmygod I'm late shit shit shit SHIT I rush into my classroom apologizing profusely, dripping wet from the rain.
"...Mr. Dickeson? .... why the fuck are you wet right now? Thats liiiiiike........ sooooooooooo skibidi toilet core" Ah yes, Brecken. The only other alpha in the room. He is annoying as hell and is on a full power trip with being an alpha. Sigh Just wait till you get your first heat... with no pheromone suppressants as well... My miserable face is replaced with a pitiful expression, terror seeping out the edges. Even if he is an annoying little shit, no one deserves to be gang raped by omegas, or raping omegas against their will. A small smile spreads across my face. I guess he has karma coming for him for being SO FUCKING ANOYING! WHAT DOES SKIBIDI EVEN MEAN?! I sigh once more, realizing that heat season is coming up. Not only that, but there has been a spike of pheromones, half of them spewing out of Brecken.
"Pfffff! Yeah, why are you wet? Did you get BUTT FUCKED or something?" Tucker. Annoying little shit number two. Tucker is a natural born leader, born to be an alpha, yet forced to be an omega. Some of us just aren't so fortunate. Tucker is also the other half of where the pheromones come from. The class goes silent waiting for a response, for some reason hungry to know about my sex life. I sigh as I rub the bridge of my nose. Wishing Tucker would kill himself.
"No... No Tucker, I did not get butt fucked. Now get the hell out of my classroom, the bell is about to ring anyway." I grumble wondering if I should turn in my two-week notice. The rest of the class is packing up and I notice one of my students, Samed a beta, staring longingly at Tucker. Good luck with the fact that Tucker and Brecken are obviously meant to be mates. I shake my head in pity, hoping that Samed doesn't get his heart broken too badly.
For two blissful periods, everything seems to go back to normal. Then came third period. My advanced math class. Not only is Brecken, Tucker, and Samed, but it is also the most loud and annoying class ever. Not just that, but this one student is almost always recording everything that she deems entertaining and shows said recordings to all her friends. That stupid omega thinks she can do whatever she wants.
17 minutes in and everything seems generally normal. The preppys are gossiping, the homophobic homos (Brecken, Tucker, and Samed are all a part of this group though there are a dozen more of them.) are playing Cool Math Games, the normal girls are casually talking and trying to figure out how to solve the equations, and Kilo is in the back drawing. An overall normal period until Brecken pulls out a bag of spicy Cheetos. Tucker walks over to Brecken asking for some. Heads turn towards them feeling the drastic change in the room. Shit. Shiiiit. The pheromones in here just increased by like 69420%. Oh, look at that, Kilo is already recording. 
"Dude, can I have some I am like starving to death right now" Tucker lazily drawls, jabbing his hand out expecting Brecken to shake some of those SWEET, SWEET Cheetos into the palm of his hand.
"BICH NO STOP YAPPING......THESE ARE MY CHEETOS YOU FUCKING FOOD WHORE!" Brecken shrieks at Tucker as he jerks the bag away from Tucker's reach. Tucker cocks his head in offence and confusion still just wanting the Cheetos.
".... Give me the fucking Cheetos Brecken. I need my sigma meal, skibidi slicers. Right. Now. Faggot." He pauses unsatisfied with his claim as he backtracks "NO I NEEDED THAT SHIT YESTERDAY!" Tucker adds, cringing at how badly that sounded. sounded. "...Just give me the fucking Cheetos Brecken..." The omega utters looking away and blushing embarrassed, a bit ashamed with how many tried it took to get it even relatively right. Wait... something is wrong... is clapping noise fills the room alongside the sexual tension between the two. I look over to see Samed, busting a nut to Tucker being soooo.... submissive? Embarrassed? I don't know, he found it attractive, I guess.
"PFFF IMAGINE STUDDERING COULD NOT BE ME OH MY GOD YOU SUCK" T pouted at B's remark. "And NO YOU CANNOT HAVE MY CHEETOS.... Wait..." A sly smirk creeps up Brecken's face.
Everyone in the classroom is watching the omega and alpha intensely go back and forth with each other as it were some sort of fucked up game of tennis or wrestling match. Not just that, the air is thick with pheromones as if it were a veil or haze. I don't get paid enough to deal with this shit. What the fuck is he smirking about? This is a pretty stagnant argument if you could even call it that. The only thing keeping this entertaining is the fact that this is an alpha and omega who were meant to be mates. 
Brecken leans over towards Tucker taller than him as he sitting on a table as it was his weird sigma Chad throne. He leans over so he is more level to Tucker in like an intimidating way. The smirk on his face grows. "Beg for me Tucker. Get on your knees and beg as if I were your god." Oh... Oh my god... I stand there dumbly, as I gawk at this situation in disbelief along with my who class.
He's blushing. Hard. He is redder than a literal tomato. Why. Why is he turned on by this. Ah yes, heat a fun thing. 
Samed snorts laughing. "Wow that is really gay. Like reallyyyyy homosexual. Like this has surpassed bromance. GET A ROOM!" Samed declares, laughing in-between sentences, even though both boys are glaring at them. Kilo joins in on the laughter
"Nuh uh, this is bromance, Samed. Your just JEALOUS." both boys say at the same time both blushing hard as hell (like their dicks at this point) Finally, the bell rings and everyone rushes out of the room as fast as humanly/omegaversly possible. 
Huh... Maybe today isn't so bad anyway... I think as I start milking my lizard to the fight that just happened.