The Alpha Vs. The Omega

The Alphas

Dawn Berlitz elbowed and dodged as many students as she could. Shouting, "excuse me's" and, "make way for Dawn," while scurrying through the cafeteria at breakneck speeds.

The cafeteria was jammed packed with Alpha's and respectively Omegas as well. Though, neither side had to be inclined to worry about socializing with the other. That was what the division between the two sides was for. A litter of reds and whites were filtered throughout the Omegas side, as were a series of blues neatly hung and decorated on the Alpha's marked territory. Squeezing her way through the rest of the Alpha students, Dawn eventually came to a halt. The clump of the student body would deter anyone even if they were in a frenzy to find a friend. Especially if said person yearned for the perfection of their hair, make-up, and beautifully manicured fingernails like Dawn. Hey, if she had to look on the brink of insanity to find the queen Alpha, Dawn rationalized she might as well look good while doing it.

However, the sudden stop made the Alpha lose her footing. Using her hands (mindful of her manicure) to support herself on one of the series of lunch tables, she momentarily caught her breath. Eagerly contemplating where her fiery-red-headed friend could have up and vanished too. Checking her phone in one last desperate attempt, wishing that by some miracle it would shed light on where the Alpha had gone.

"Troublesome, what in the world are you doing?" A gravely and hoarse voice calmly inquired, interrupting the blue-haired beauty out of her frantic thoughts.

"Paul quit that," Dawn whimpered, spinning on her heel to face the purple-haired instigator. Pouting at the horrid use of the nickname the older boy constantly, without fail, mocked her. It could have been so endearing if only it weren't an insult. Paul had been her own epitome, and definition of the expression 'the lesser of two evils.' Only there were no actual other evils around to compare the purple-haired teen to, it just fit his outward persona in Dawn's imagination.

"Whatever you say, Troublesome," Paul smirked, finding it incredibly amusing when she jetted out her bottom lip in a small quiver to convey the most innocent of puppy-dog looks.

"Ugh, you're impossible," Dawn huffed when her attempt at breaking the stoic teen to feel even an ounce of compassion, or remorse fell empty.

Paul coyly smiled, lifting both of his hands to gesture that he was guilty. It never ceased to amaze the Alpha how wound up Dawn could become just from the most simplistic actions. The girl was the equivalent of the complexity of a jack-in-the-box. Though, Dawn's 'POP' was hands down more temperamental, and demanding.

"Listen," Dawn attempted again, her voice morphing into the most serious tone she could muster. Despite some of her shortcomings, the girl was a lot wittier than some could give her credit for. She may be a bit vain and ditzy but Dawn was completely out of the spectrum of stupidity. And regardless of her usual bubbly front, Dawn was quite capable of putting her foot down when push came to shove, and it didn't take much of either of those options to put Dawn over the edge.

That's what lead Paul into conjuring his own little theory as to why Dawn and Misty made such good friends. Nothing said 'besties' better than bonding over temperamental issues. Not that Paul would openly discuss those theories out loud. He may be tough, but Paul knew when to bite his tongue, even more so since he kind of valued his life.

"I've been looking for Misty, and it's incredibly urgent!" Dawn exaggerated, doe-like eyes appearing on her face as she pleaded. Clasping her hands dramatically into a praying position. Chucking all of her wishful pleas that Misty was ever going to efficiently text her back out of her imaginary window.

Meanwhile, Paul could only roll his eyes exasperatedly at Dawn's crazy antics, the sarcastic gesture only to be returned with a glare so striking it would have made any other person flinch. Paul was gifted enough with something he liked to think of as dignity, though that clearly seemed to be seeping away from the crevices of his mind, along with his sudden lack of ability to form coherent threats.

"Look, Troublesome, if this is another one of your absurd fashion crises, you can forget-"

"No! I pinky swear it's not about Misty's dead ends!" Dawn interjected, waving her hands frantically in a short dismissal of Paul's thoughts. Dawn felt the leap in her heart rate as Paul's gaze fell back down to her eyes. She brushed it off as best she could.

"Although, I should probably get that girl a hair salon appointment... I wonder if Zoey's still takes walk-in..." Dawn murmured lightly. Enabling herself to entirely neglect the issue she had brought up in the first place. She blamed Paul for being so distractingly handsome- nope she wouldn't finish entertaining that particular thought.

"Troublesome, focus!" Paul snapped anyways, agitated by the bluenette's lack of any attention span whatsoever. Blissfully ignorant as to the cause of Dawn's stuttering and inability to think normally.

"R-right!" Dawn chirped up, regaining as many neurons of memory left in her brain before it seemingly turned too much at the sight of Paul.

"And...." Paul urged on, still waiting for the explanations to come spewing out of Dawn's overly chatty mouth.

"Ok, ok, I've done some snooping, and," Paul threw her a look of discouragement.

"Hey! Don't give me that look! You want an answer or not? Anyways, I heard from Leaf, who heard from Barry, who heard from his friend Tracey..." Dawn began listing, ticking off each name with one of her fingers.

"Who said that apparently, this year's sports festival is going to have a twist! This year, all partners will be hand-selected by principal Lance himself! And get this, it's possible that Alphas could be paired up with Omegas during the team events!" Dawn slouched over. Her labored breaths were stentorian as she wrapped up the big news she had been carrying since third period that day.

Paul merely raised his eyebrows in an inquisitive manner, not really sure if he should be concerned about Dawn's mental well-being.

"There's no way Lance would be dumb enough to pair an Omega with an Alpha for a sports festival. Not only is that absolutely ludicrous, but just downright impossible," Paul ridiculed, shaking his head in pure denial.

"That's exactly what I said!" Dawn yelped, "But I assure you, it's all legitimate! That's why I have to tell Misty! That Alpha practically breathes those sports festivals! I mean don't get me wrong, all of us Alphas are looking forward to it, but not as much as Misty." Dawn emphasized with a wave of her hands. It was no secret that Misty was famous for her competitive streak.

"Alright, alright.." Paul sighed, caving into Dawn's cries of help. "I believe you, but I haven't seen Misty since this morning, so I'm really not a lot of help."

"Oh! That's alright!" Dawn perked, her entire mood shifting from panicked and distressed to calm in an alarmingly quick switch.

"I know exactly how to find her now!" Dawn declared, her grip on Paul's hand tightening as they weaved through the lunch crowd, and Dawn's devious smile warned Paul that he should be scared.

Very scared.

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Hello, again reader! Sorry, but my chapters for the story are starting off short so I can lay out my story properly. I promise they will get longer!