The Alpha Vs. The Omega {Under Editing}

A Spectacular Spill

Misty hummed silently to herself as she flawlessly threaded through the hoards of Alpha's flooding into the Alpha's domain of the cafeteria. Albeit, it certainly made it easier when they all parted their ways to ensure Misty had enough room to get through. Practically praising her every breath, which may or may not have gotten on her nerves every now and then.

"Congratulations on another win Misty!"

"Fast as ever Waterflower!"

"Pack leading Alpha right here!"

Misty gloated a bit under the everlasting sea of compliments, nodding and appreciating every single one of them.

It was funny, Misty thought reminiscently, to think that just 4 years ago, she was nowhere close to being where she had landed herself now, at the top of the pack.

Call it a humble beginning, if you will, but what many of the kids in her grade, heck even in the Alpha pack, seem to forget is just how undetected she was. Her track scores just barely clocked in over the average times of everyone else, and she looked as lanky and awkward as some of the boys. However, things can change rapidly within a year. Her sisters always called her the runt, but little did they know that Misty's genes would soon sprout in full force. Puberty slammed her like a truck, gracefully bestowing her long, creamy-colored legs, and her hair had even changed from being a carrot-top orange to a wavy ember.

Misty was certainly blessed with good looks like her fellow Waterflower sisters: Lily, Daisy, and Violet. But, what distinguished her from her... Ditzy family members, were just how she had become an Alpha. While they were granted easy access through rich bribery from her now-deceased parents, Misty was forced to exert herself the hard way.

Fortunately, she did not follow her sisters in the breast department, as Misty remained just below a B cup, but that was more than fine with her. She couldn't imagine sprinting with what her sisters carried. Misty also always believed that her traits were carried by her mother. The small nose, cerulean eyes, and round face were all traits that her mom possessed. Sometimes, looking in the mirror, Misty believed her mom was reflecting right back at her. Something her bimbo sisters could never say, as they had certainly gotten their striking attributes from their father.

Of course, this glow-up certainly didn't go undetected by her peers, especially the ever-observant fashion fanatic, Dawn. The bluenette practically jumped Misty in the hall one day, begging to know where she had her hair done. The two had then struck up some friendly conversations about what classes they shared, what their favorite shopping and eating locations were, and where they had grown up before entering Woodland High. Misty had found out that Dawn was from a small area in a place called Sinnoh and that she was one of the captains of the Cheerleading team, an impressive feat for a freshman. Misty could hardly believe how close she still was to the gymnast prodigy. 

Another shout of approval Misty's way alerted her to the present once more, reminding her of the gnawing hunger pains and the fact she had wandered a bit further than to her liking. So, as much as Misty would have adored thanking every other Alpha that basked her in glory, her stomach was growling in protest. Misty hadn't eaten a single thing all day and she was in a blind rush for food. Even Omega lunch food would have sufficed at that point.

Unfortunately, in Misty's impetuous bolt to the lunch line, her passing of the freakishly large, cerulean blue, Alpha lunch sign didn't even strike her. It never dawned on Misty that she had indeed crossed over to the Omega's territory of the cafeteria.

Ash was ecstatic when he had finally got his precious lunch, his demeanor as giddy as a child. An almost disgustingly hefty amount of questionable food combinations consisting of chips, sandwiches, and soft drinks piled on Ash's tray like a miniature, edible Mount Everest. A sore eye for some students, which made them look away in utter repulsion, but was nothing short of heaven for the raven-haired Omega, his mouth watering at the sight. He had to admire his handiwork, if only food stacking could be a competition.

Unfortunately, Ash's stomach seemed to be his own downfall when he found himself ungracefully splattering onto the floor. Along with his lunch clanging with a resounding smack that echoed throughout the lunchroom. Heads whipped in his direction to find the source of the excitement.

So, there Ash sat on the cool tiled floor flabbergasted. His eyes hesitantly trailed over the massacre of food sprawled out in wild directions like a child's finger-painting. Golden yellow mustard, tomato red ketchup drops, and ranch dressing began pouring into one another, creating a unique and indistinguishable color of murky orange.

Sweeping over the damage and surveying the stains scattered over his clothing, finally, Ash built the inner courage to peak at the victim of his unappetizing art creation. His brain was frazzled and distorted as he half-heartedly assessed the amount of trouble he was bound to be in.

Liquid, chocolate brown eyes met striking cerulean blue orbs and time froze in place. Ash sucked in his breath, finding it incredibly difficult to catch his breath, the room closing in on the hyperventilating Omega.

Misty, the Alpha of the school, the track goddess, the smartest of the elites, was actually covered head-to-toe in greasy cheeses and meats. The mix of the two foods plopped onto the tile like runny paint. Her eyes widened in shock and incredulity. Fury blazed in the red-headed girl's eyes, her temper flaring. Misty's glare shifted to the person responsible for her utter humiliation. However, all rapid-fire strings of curses lodged themselves back into Misty's throat, fizzling out like a flame in the rain as she locked gazes with a sparkling brown-eyed boy. Her superior composure deteriorated, suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable under the gaze of the mysterious Omega, labeled by his red uniform.

Ash was the first to recollect himself. Recoiling at the hundreds of glares boring into him as half of the student body, both Omega and Alpha, looked at him with either pitying or outraged looks. Heaving himself upright, Ash took in deep and steady breaths as he offered his hand out to Misty in, what he hoped, was a chivalrous gesture. The room's eerie silence wasn't reassuring. In fact, the jostling noise of the pact, chaotic, and conventional cafeteria would have been a lot less detrimental to Ash's conscience.

Misty studied Ash's outstretched hand, an evident hesitancy in her sluggish movements, almost second-guessing the offer, which unknowingly by her, was making Ash sweat bullets due to the sheer awkwardness. Though, when her hand did eventually brush over Ash's it felt like a spark jolted pleasantly on the palm of her hand. Wanting to further investigate the giddy feeling in her stomach, Misty laced her fingers fully into his hands.

He could have sworn his face was melting. If his face wasn't beet red in embarrassment, then Ash swore to himself that he would be taking a very hasty trip to Nurse Joy's office. The feeling of Misty's warm, femininely dainty hand in his own was overwhelming. The delightful burning sensation dispersed from his hands to the rest of his body, the perception plaguing and consuming his mind like a fog.

Eventually, he brushed the bombarding (and not so innocent) thoughts away. Ash needed to remember just who he was handling in this... uh, sticky situation. A somewhat strength began to course through his veins, giving him enough credence to lift the Alpha into an upright position. Misty continued to gape at Ash once she was lifted. Their eyes locked once more and the room was frozen again, both the Alpha's and Omega's thoughts raced numbingly. The moment shattered like glass as the untouched hush over the lunchroom lifted when stomping feet thundered toward the middle of the cafeteria.