The Alpha Vs. The Omega {Under Editing}

The Alpha vs. The Omega

Tick..tick...tick...

Ash huffed in impatience as he continued to scowl at the clock hanging from the ceiling, its metronomic rhythm lulling him to sleep.

Tick...tick...tick

Ash began to wonder if his gaze pierced the clunky piece of machinery just right, he fantasized the bigger hand being edged just a little closer to the Roman Numeral twelve.

Tick...tick..tick-blink

One staring contrast later revealed that not only did Ash not poses some inhuman ability that was kept dormant until this absurdly boring morning, but also that Ash's eyes couldn't strain as long as he originally thought they could without watering. It was a shame really (Ash's embarrassingly revealed fact that he could get schooled in a staring contest, not the fact that he didn't possess some superpower. If he did, he wouldn't be sitting there).

Though, besides the rising frequency of clock staring contests, Ash's attention span was seemingly deteriorating along with his academic motivation (call it senioritis if you will), what with the upcoming sports festival approaching in a mere month away. Which led Ash to fixate his thoughts on the gossip networks of students that chattered shamelessly amongst themselves. 'Who was gonna win, the competition and rumors about a not so subtle change in the program' spread like wildfire, no shocker there. However, the real fuel to the fire was that word had it that Lance, the Head Master, was conjugating up some scheme that counted on an eerie turn of events concerning the partnership pairing starting as of this year.

Tick...tick...tick

And yet, despite these intrusive thoughts clouding his mind, Ash still had to refrain from yawning again as his professor continued to drone on about math concepts that he couldn't fathom comprehending. The lackluster math subject bored the teen to death in comparison to his racing mind on the sports competitions. Eventually, Ash promptly came to the revolution that his pen was a much more worthy object of his undivided attention. Ash noted the grimace on professor Oak's face as he so effortlessly twirled the piece of writing equipment through his fingers.

Tick...ti-

Though, just as the professor was about to remark on Ash's less than respectful attitude, the fifth-period bell rang throughout the school building. Disrupting silence in the classrooms and igniting excitement as kids eagerly crammed their books into their bags. Hastily leaving their classes and proceeding to lunch, Ash followed in suit.

"Alright, class dismissed. Don't forget to hand in those term papers next week!" Professor Oak reminded his students as he finished sprawling the geometric algorithms on the blackboard.

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Ash bolted out of his seat as he made a beeline for the cafeteria. The math that he was supposedly learning escaped his mind just as quickly as it entered.

Eventually, a triumphant smirk graced the raven-haired teen's features when he saw the line to the sloppy Joe's remained deserted and empty. That is until a distinctively familiar voice called for the boys' attention.

Ash growled at the interference between himself and the food. Glaring up at the boy who was leisurely stalking towards him.

"Ash! Over here, you oversized glutton!" He had taunted, flipping his green locks of hair in an overly exaggerated toss fit for the true arrogant teen that he was. Making numerous Omega girls swoon in his direction.

"Oversized? The only oversized thing I can see from here is your inflated ego, Hayden," Ash remarked icily. Hazel eyes sneering at the green-haired teen waltzing across the cafeteria. The tension between the two was escalating rapidly, neither of their stances faltering. Ash even began paying no mind to the people who began filling the food line.

However, the desultory tension between the two Omegas rapidly dissipated just as suddenly as it came. Both boy's hard and stoic expressions slowly morphed into contagious grins, the glares evaporating into thin air. Ash, being the first to cave, abruptly doubled over in boisterous laughter. Drew imitated the action, chortling lightly to himself. The two 17-year-olds making the attention of their fellow students gravitate towards them and their obnoxiously loud snickering.

"What's up Ash? Hope you haven't eaten the entire cafeteria's food supply before the rest of us" Drew began, the first of the two to efficiently start composing himself, strutting up to Ash in an undeniably handsome way. Though Drew was only an Omega, he sure did have the looks and charms of an Alpha. His razor-sharp facial features, mesmerizing emerald green eyes, and decently sculptured body were certainly a sight for sore eyes.

"Shut up Drew, you're one to talk," Ash grinned back boyishly as he inattentively slung his arm around his green-haired best friend.

"I mean, you're so scrawny I would assume that you're eating just as much as Serena does," Ash teased mockingly, referring to the French exchange student who, apparently, also happened to do modeling gigs back in Paris. The reasons for her being in the Omega grouping were vastly shocking to most, as they couldn't understand why such a highly potential girl would be degraded to that part of the school. So in spite of her gorgeous looks, Alphas had already anonymously revoked her. Drew had vaguely seen her around some of his literature classes, not that he was really looking, to begin with, due to a certain-

"Awe, my two friends are getting along, how cute," a brunette remarked behind the oblivious teens, her lips set in a mischievous smile. That certain someone already grinding on his nerves and lunch hadn't even started.

Ash and Drew whipped around to face an overly amused and confident Omega, May Maple. Her arms crossed in front of her chest as she gazed at the two boys superiorly, considering herself the only sane one out of the three.

"May," Drew seethed, gritting his teeth in fury, his gaze livid, and eyes flashing with indignance. Confronting the only female Omega that could make his skin crawl and utterly avoid his flirtatious habits like the plague.

"Hayden, did you miss me? I'm touched," May taunted, sniggering at the beat scarlet blush dispersing along Drew's neck as if he had been in the sun too long.

"The day I'll ever miss someone like you, is the day pigs fly," Drew scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"You can fly?" May retorted, snorting back a laugh at the hysterical trap Drew had set himself into. Almost like a moth fluttering a little too close to the electrocuting light.

"Pfft," Ash snorted, clamping his hand against his lips to suppress his mocking mirth as his two best friends commenced, yet another, verbal sparring match in the middle of the cafeteria. Though, this didn't stammer the rest of the school's student body. Kids continued their waltzing around the two pent-up teens with insanely high amounts of sexual and hormonal tension. Meanwhile, May and Drew were none the wiser, blocking out everybody (unbeknownst to them), but each other.

Ash, upon realizing that nothing was going to break apart his two stubborn friends, made his way back to the place he was aiming for originally; the lunch line.

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AN: Well I hope you found my little story amusing so far. Sorry, but my updates on my stories(such as this one) will not be very frequent at the moment due to loads of work. Anyways, please enjoy my story and give me any feedback/insightful criticism.

Update: this is the author from the future and I'm revamping some of these chapters because I had a change of ideas for the plotline further down the road and really wanted to get a head start. To those of you who even bother rereading any of these updates, thanks!