Dear Diary (Maxley)

Prologue

Why is he so obsessed with this Emo freak? There's over thirty pages about him from this week alone, and he's honestly starting to understand why Tank is worried about him. Tank is always worried though, mainly because of Brad's second gender but that doesn't mean anything. So what if he's an omega? He's managed to get on the sports teams, student government, hell he even owns part of his father's company. He might as well be an alpha, and he easily passes as one thanks to the high-dosage suppressants he's on. They only falter every once and a while, and always around the same person.

Max Goof.

Brad's so fucking sick of him, from his stupid messy hair to those stupid long ears, everything about him pisses him off. Even now, look at him, laughing with those idiots and oblivious to the nacho cheese on his cheek- how did it even get there?! Messy, grunge, and a college dirtbag, he shouldn't even be here. This school was supposed to be for the elite and they gave this eyesore a scholarship, insanity at its best. Brad was just as crazy though, scribbling every thought in a brown notebook with red ink. Today's entry was lengthier than usual but only because Max was a few tables over in the lounge with his friends instead of beside Brad. Obviously his time would be better spent with Brad, but whatever, it's not like he wants to talk to him anyway. That's why he jerked his head away when Max walked by and offered to throw his cup away for him. He was capable of doing it himself, he didn't need help from an Alpha and especially not him.

How irritating.

It only agitated him more that his body had responded to Max before he could, face burning brighter than the maroon sweater covering his body. He was oblivious to his pheromones but Max wasn't, resisting the urge to inhale the scent then and there. If only Brad knew what he was doing to him, but he knew Brad despised him so he kept his distance most of the time. He's not sure what made him approach him today honestly, his feet moved on their own. His eyebrows furrow when he sees the notebook Brad carelessly left on his table when he ran away from Max, curiosity chipping at his indifference until he picks it up. He should give it back to him right? Yeah, that's what he's going to do, he'll just keep it in his pocket for now, oddly enough it fits. Just knowing Brad touched it made him shudder, but he beat those thoughts out of his head as he made his way back to his table. Bobby and PJ were sitting, scrolling on their phones and sipping Cola floats as he joined them.

"Did you manage to have a conversation with him this time?" Bobby asks with a grin, knowing damn well he just saw what had happened.

"Very funny," Max grumbles. He's not even sure why he keeps trying but it's an insatiable urge. "I don't know what his deal is, he either snaps at me or stays silent."

"Maybe he's already mated and isn't allowed around other Alphas." PJ wipes his milkstache off his top lip.

"He's in a Frat full of Alphas, I doubt it." The idea of that makes Max mad but he bites his tongue, it's not like he wanted to mate Brad. He didn't even like him, it was just that damn scent that stuck to his skin that made him look twice whenever he was near.

"What if he's the Frat's boy toy-"

"Bobby." Max's glare is sharp, stopping Bobby's mouth from uttering another degrading explanation. Brad wasn't that kind of omega, you could tell by the way he carried himself. Besides, there's no way any of the Frat Alphas wanted a cocky omega like him to begin with. Sure, he was pretty, really pretty- but that was it, his personality was shit.

"What? No need to get all defensive." Bobby raises his shaky hands, a smile on his face when Max's pheromones die down. It's hard to breathe when they spike, but Bobby and PJ have adjusted to them for the most part thanks to being around him for years. "I'm just saying, you could look for another."

"I'm not looking for anyone! He just...confuses me, that's all." Max groans when he sees the smirk on PJ's face, "I'm serious! It's not like that, if anything it's the opposite."

"Sure it is," PJ laughs while grabbing their trash. "Good luck with him."

"I don't need-"

"Sorrows and prayers, you're going to need them."

Max left the lounge with a migraine and flushed face from their teasing, riding back to his dorm on his skateboard. He can still smell him, God he's so pathetic. It's not like that, really, he barely knows him besides the tantrums he throws with his Frat when they're out wreaking havoc. It's not like he wants to know him either, he just always ends up near him. They share a class but they sit on opposite sides of the room, Brad always makes sure to be as far away from Max as possible. Not that Max minded, sitting next to a brainiac like him was annoying to say the least. He wasn't a teacher's pet, he was worse. He was argumentative, stubborn, and only silent when he had his pencil in his mouth to chew on. His Omega status and wealth made everyone treat him like a prissy little prince, and honestly that's what Max disliked about him the most.

Max enters his dorm with a sigh, the mess greeting his eyes. He planned to clean today but then Bobby and PJ invited him out and he couldn't turn them down. He steps over clothes piles, some sorted based on cleanliness and others mystery piles. He decides to shower before doing some course work, stripping down only to stop when he feels the block in his pockets. He pulls the notebook out again, deciding to give it a read after washing up. Setting it on the counter he steps into the shower, and when he steps out with a towel around his waist, book in hand, his brows have left his face and his jaw is on the floor.