Dear Diary (Maxley)

1

It's missing.

No, no, it can't be missing. He must've left it somewhere random in his dorm, like the bathroom or maybe under his bed. He frantically looks into every nook and cranny but it's nowhere to be seen. He asks his entire Frat if they've seen but none of them have, most teasing him for even having a diary to begin with. Whatever, they're all a bunch of whale-shaped losers anyway. Besides Tank, that is. Tank is his only friend at this damned school. An Alpha with big-bones and a big heart, sometimes he still wanted him to shut up.

"Is it really that serious?-"

"Of course it is! No one can read it, I'll kill myself if anyone does!" Brad pulls up every cushion on the couch, throwing it to the side with a defeated sigh. "It's not here either."

"Did you take it off campus? You always go to that lounge to see Max." Tank smirks when Brad glares back at him, "Sorry. I meant you go to the lounge to study."

"I took it there but I swear it was in my pocket when I left, and if someone there found it-" Brad's eyes light up as he runs to grab his shoes from the front door, "It'd be in the Lost and Found! Tank, I'm a genius!"

"Yeah, sure you are, do you need a ride there?" Tank puts his sweater over him, "And it's cold out. Keep this on."

"I'll be fine walking, it's only down the street." Brad's mind is on one thing and one thing only, getting his diary back. "Stop worrying about me so much, I can take care of myself!"

"I know, I know, it's just-" Tank pats Brad's head, something he'd usually get punched for but Brad lets it slide this time. "-You don't always make the best choices. I mean even the other night, you almost drank yourself to death and not every Alpha around is good."

"Oh please, you could be evil too then, right?" Brad smirks up at him, "Are you a pervert or something?"

"No-"

"Then what's wrong with me assuming every Alpha is like you." Brad shrugs, "If they aren't then you can just beat them up. You're a big boy, I'll call you if I get into trouble~"

"You're impossible." Tank grumbles while watching him leave, face warm. Don't get it twisted, he doesn't like Brad per say, just has an odd admiration for him.

Usually omegas are shy but the moment Brad stepped on campus he was beyond outgoing. That's what unnerved him most honestly, too many Alphas found that brashness attractive, and too many around liked to gamble with their suppressants and skip days. He just hoped today wasn't one of those days, that Brad wouldn't run into trouble. Brad unfortunately does, a group of men at the lounge who look like they graduated in the 20s, 1920s, approached him with big toothy grins and stinky pheromones. He's used to the harassment by now, after all, he's a pretty boy. It can't be helped that Alphas fall for him in a single glance, the issue is when they get handsy, touchy.

"Come on, pretty boy-"

"I'm a fourth of your age, if you're that desperate buy a boy toy." He scoffs, brushing past the men after dodging their hands.

"What can I get for you?" The cashier looks him over a few times, making him shuffle in his stance. They could at least try to hide their interest.

"A brown notebook might've been left here about a day ago, can you look in the Lost and Found for me?" He lays his head on his hand, batting his eyelashes, hopefully that'll make them look thoroughly.

He waits for the flustered to return but when they come back with empty hands he frowns. They look again per his request but once again come back with nothing of value. They tried slipping their number to him, as if he'd ever date someone making minimum wage. They looked old enough to have an office job, that's where they should've been instead of trying to prey on young college students. He had seen the bartender with plenty of other students at college parties, but they didn't go to his school.

"Tank, it's not there!" He whines the moment he's back in the Frat house, stomping upstairs.

"Relax, we can look around again tomorrow." He pulls Brad's sweater off when he raises his arms, "Can't you just get a new one?"

"No! That one already has too much in it, I need to find it.

"What have you confessed to in that notebook that you're so worried about someone finding out?

"None of your business!" Brad's face burns bright red as he storms off, "I'll find it by myself! Forget it!"

"Brad, wait, it's starting to get dark-"

"Who are you? My parents?" Brad kicks open the front door, walking out before Tank could say anything else.

He didn't blame Tank for worrying, but he wished the Frat stopped treating him like a petulant child and like an adult. They were always tending to him as if he was a weak houseplant, showering him with too much attention he wished they'd spend cleaning. He was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, so what if he was reckless? It's not like he made bad choices that often, and is it really a bad choice if it means he's kept busy. He didn't like letting his mind wander, so fine, maybe he purposely did things to keep it occupied. Like now, walking around in the night like some kind of scavenger. He wouldn't be able to sleep without it anyway, might as well continue the quest. He kept his phone on just in case of course, he wasn't an idiot. He knew that campus wasn't the safest place at night, he just refused to fear it. His father had raised an Alpha, so that's how he acted. Too bad he wasn't one, he knew he was a walking disappointment-

No, no bad thoughts, just find the diary.

If only he knew that Max was reading it right now, sitting at his desk with red cheeks and a small smile.

Monday

I hate everything about him. I'm serious, everything. He walks around with those stupid baggy pants and that stupid tank top just showing off his arms like some kind of whore. COVER YOUR SHOULDERS SKANK! How am I supposed to focus when he's walking around stinking up the place and then he has the nerve to look at me.

He knows what he's doing too, because he fucking smiles. How dare he look right at me and do that? I hate what it does to me, I hate him, I HATE HIM!

Fuck you Max Goof.

Okay it's still Monday but I took a nap and Tank brought me some coffee so I've calmed down a little bit. It's not like I'm being dramatic, it's Max's fault I even feel this way. I've tried to avoid him but he's everywhere, I could probably look under my bed and find him! He's even showing up in my dreams, it's ridiculous.

I'm going to have to go to a shrink if this shit doesn't stop, I'm sick of waking up hard.