The Alpha Vs. The Omega {Under Editing}

Unspoken Rules

Dawn hastened towards the commotion in the center of the room with Paul hot on her heels in persistence. The two Alphas jostled past the sea of students and there, low and behold, sat Misty. Her scarlet red hair that once gracefully cascaded past her shoulders was concealed with grease and soda, her clothing wasn't in any preferable conditions either.

Abruptly, Dawn jerked to a stop and Paul crashed into her back with an audible thump, but that didn't seem to phase her as her gaze remained glued to the entire scene unfolding in front of her very eyes. A wave of uncertainty latched into Dawn's mind as she stared on wide-eyed at her normally composed friend who normally lacked the tomato sauce smeared onto her uniform. Dumbfounded, Dawn was utterly speechless, her feet remaining glued to the floor as her consciousness went into overdrive as she assessed the situation.

Paul's usually stoic and silent stature seemed altered. The purple-haired Alpha tried his damn hardest to remain calm and his every move was calculated so as to not appear affected. Even time itself seemed to have lengthened, as both Dawn and Paul beheld the preposterous sight of an Omega lifting their pack leader off the floor in an almost gallant parade, exposing the scandalous move, with the entire cafeteria as eyewitnesses.

On the opposite ends of the room, Drew and May were indistinguishably confronting the unexplainable situation in a similar fashion. May's face contorted into confusion while Drew superficially conveyed a much calmer carriage. Though, the teen wasn't immune to the apprehension flowing in the room.

Misty could virtually sense the traction in the cafeteria thicken into a suffocating reticence. The Alpha felt her face flush, the berating eyes of her peers and Omegas further embarrassing her. Unraveling her fingers from the raven-haired boy's, Misty spun awkwardly towards Dawn and Paul. Wordlessly tugging on Dawn's arm, Misty lead the Bluenette to the nearest girl's room, hoping no one would be daring enough to stop the two of them. Especially, once Paul started trailing after them.

As to why he did Misty would never know and, quite frankly, Misty couldn't care less so long as she could take refuge in the nearest enclosed place as speedily as her track legs could carry her. Although, unbeknownst to her, this also meant abandoning Ash to the remaining deprived, and desperate for gossip, the school cafeteria, was bound to be egging on for some sort of justification as to why their lunch period had been disturbed.

Fortunately, Drew enacted swiftly, yanking Ash by his tie and guiding him through the cafeteria doors without so much as peering back.

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Rupturing through the lunch room's double doors, Drew heaved Ash into the nearest Omega's bathroom. The room's silence ceased to an end, replaced with abrupt chatter.

"What the hell was that!?" Drew hissed, his death glare making Ash involuntarily flinch.

"I don't know, okay!?" Ash argued weakly, unsure himself as to what had just transpired in the cafeteria.

"You don't know!?" Drew sputtered on, the vein on his forehead popping.

"Know or not Ash, whatever happened in there is not going to end well! Mainly, for you! Look, you're about to become the laughing stock of the school, Paul will most likely beat the crap out of you, and Misty, well who knows what she'll do," Drew persisted.

"Yeah, yeah Drew," Ash shifted his posture, giving his best friend an unimpressed gaze.

"Paul may be on the football and wrestling team, but the school doesn't condone fights between Alphas and Omegas because it's considered unfair. Besides, as an Omega, I might as well be invisible to those blue-wearing* snobs. Misty won't even bother to bat one of her precious eyelashes in my direction ever again, and they can all resort back to their perfectly petty lives," Ash haughtily snorted, disdain of the Alphas evident in his eyes.

"Ready for the outcome of this fiasco or not, you're about to get some real publicity for us Omega's in the Alpha's next school Newspaper," May contributed to the discussion, slipping into the bathroom without either boy realizing. Drew and Ash peered back to the source of May's voice and uncovered the eavesdropping girl leaning freely on the wall.

"May, what the hell are you doing in here!? Can't you read? This is the boy's bathroom, you can't just waltz in here whenever you please. What if another guy was in here?" Drew lectured, his mouth gaping when he faced May, her expression unamused.

"Whatever Hayden, I don't see any guys in here," the brunette argued, gesturing exasperatedly to the vacant men's bathroom beside him and Ash.

"Ugh, I give up, you guys are hopeless, Ash is doomed, and I never got to eat!" Drew mourned.

"How do you think I feel? At least your lunch isn't drenching you," Ash challenged.

"Stop being so dramatic Hayden, pull yourself together and listen to me. Ash finally has a chance to start something, look at the bigger picture here, guys"

"Oh no, you aren't going to make another rally for the Omegas, are you?" Ash whined, recognizing another one of May's rants on the treatment of Omegas bubbling up. The girl had been an activist since forever, resisting the absurd treatment of Omegas and absolutely despising the Alphas at all cost.

"Maybe, maybe not," May shrugged.

"Please don't, I'm still picking out meatloaf from my ears thanks to the last rally," Drew glared.

"I didn't know it was gonna turn into a war zone of food" May innocently justified.

Irrevocably, the 6th-period warning bell obnoxiously rang out, a signal for the trio to start heading to their class. May and Drew, insisted by Ash, left for the next period without him while he endeavored to wash as many stains out of his clothing as possible. Mentally preparing themselves a speech to advise professor Oak as to why Ash was late to class. Their decision ultimately dwindled down to a trip to the nurse's office or a run-in with aliens.

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Misty briskly strode to Cynthia's classroom. Her hair was tied back to disguise any knots in it. Her constricting tank top and loose track shorts consisted of her makeshift outfit for the day. Complimentary from Dawn who wouldn't stop fussing and worrying about her.

Apparently, the dizzy blue-haired Alpha had something urgent to inform her, according to Paul, but that plan seemed to fall short when Dawn saw more lunch on Misty than what was actually in her own lunch bag. A plausible enough reason for Misty to just drop the issue and let her friend work her magic on the disaster of clothing crisis she had been having. Though, Misty would never admit that.

Swinging around another corner, Misty paced through the Omega's dominant hallway, its walls littered with red and white. Ordinarily, Misty would never be caught dead on this side of the school, however, it was the best shortcut to Cynthia's class, and the quicker she got back to class the better.

Ash rounded to the final stretch towards Oak's class, praying that he wouldn't be handed the despised yellow detention slip. He had more advantageous things to do that Friday afternoon than sitting around and patching up more rundown Omega textbooks. Looking after his yellow lab Pikachu (an odd name for a dog, but his mom insisted it was cute and the name stuck) for instance.

Amassed deep in concentration, Ash failed to notice Misty heading in his direction. The only indicator was her school shoes echoing over the tiled floor. Once Ash eventually looked up, he came, once again, eye to eye (or in his case eye to forehead) with the supreme Alpha. His knees instantly wanted to buckle, and his body disobeyed his demands, consecutively out of fear and an emotion he couldn't quite pinpoint. Ash, though was a good five inches taller, felt the intimidation radiating off of Misty and a glance of an inspection of her face said it all. He was dead meat.

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*This phrase is the use of slang to refer to opposing students. Alphas are called "blue-wearers" and Omegas are called, "red-wearers." These terms aren't necessarily derogatory terms for either group, but more of an easy description of them.

Anyways, hoped this chapter turned out alright. I will be continuously improving my chapters, so expect some changes to them every once in a while. Thanks for reading!