The Alpha Vs. The Omega {Under Editing}

The Omegas

May and Drew waltzed into professor Oak's room without a hitch, the late bell ceasing to have given off even the slightest signal that the period was about to begin.

Drew, being the playboy that he was, shifted his gaze lazily towards his fan club. A cluster of girls with their uniformed skirts inching a bit too high tittered in gossip as soon as Drew stepped foot into the classroom. A clear cry of attention for a certain grass-haired Omega.

Drew played along effortlessly, granting the girls a little flirtatious wink with a flash of his smoldering grin. The action seemingly sufficed as their sighs of contentment made Drew's ego swell.

May gave the socialite an irritated eye-roll, ramming her elbow into his rib cage. Indicating, a bit violently, to the boy that his overly flirtatious act was not going to be tolerated in her presence. Drew, in retaliation, stuck out his tongue to show his childish contempt towards the brunette.

"Ahem," Professor Oak finally interjected, capturing the attention of the two central teens responsible for a majority of the disruptions of his class. The absence of a certain Raven-haired delinquent not going unnoticed by the professor.

"Where's the third musketeer?" Professor Oak inquired, cocking his eyebrow up as his patience dwindled.

"Well, you see Profesor Oak," May elegantly mimicked, copying the tone of an upstanding student that could never do wrong.

"-Ash had an emergency with a couple of alie- OUCH!" Drew flinched, the metallic charms of May's bracelet dug into the flesh of his back through his uniform, a nasty bruise already etching itself into the boy's back. Indicating the brunettes immediate disdain with Drew's little joke.

"What Drew meant to say," May interposed, her sharp glare striking into Drew's forehead.

"-Is that Ash had a little mishap during lunch and needed to go to Nurse Joy's office," May finished smoothly, a smug smirk laying across her face.

"Hmm... Is that so?" The professor suspiciously interrogated. Sipping a cup of his usual Earl grey tea as the steam filtered into the air before fading away along with the professors amusement.

"Yes sir," both Drew and May hummed delightfully, their angelic smiles convincing their purity and innocence, at least, that's what the duo were going for.

Professor Oak ultimately sighed, it was Friday and he was worn down. Indolence appeared in the graying man's hand as he waved the cynical teens away, dismissing them to their seats. Drew and May grinned triumphantly and stalked to their seats in the middle of the classroom.

Drew was instantaneously bombarded by the girls to his right as soon as he swerved into his chair. Initiating pleasantries and conversations with the, as he delicately put it, 'lovely ladies.' His suave persona even coaxing some girls into doing some of his math homework for the night.

Meanwhile, May felt herself grow sick, her stomach turning. Wanting nothing more than to hurl at the thought of the green-haired Omega's scheme to, what she deemed, manipulate the girls around him.

Though, that didn't stop a twinge of jealousy course through the brunette as she witnessed Drew chortle at, what she could only assume, something particularly hilarious said by one of his adoring fans, though May was too proud and stubborn to ever admit it. So, as an alternative distraction, she began furiously scrolling through her iPod to locate a song on her playlist that would drown out the nauseating scene.

The rude and obnoxious behaviors displayed in the average Omega classroom would ordinarily be intolerable and promptly shut down by any average professor. However, Omega Teachers salary's weren't high enough for them to care, and the textbooks rotting away at the back of the classrooms weren't exactly beneficial for the educational engagement of Omega students any time soon.

Abruptly, the final warning bell rung and kids scurried to their seats. Professor Oak stood and made his way back to the blackboard to carry on the geometric equations he had left off on. Everything was going relatively smoothly, that is until the wooden door to the classroom swung open. The knob of the entrance making brief contact with the plastered wall, engraving a permanent implant of the door handle as proof.

Huffing at the entryway, Ash speedily went to his assigned seat, all eyes of the classroom were locked on the tardy Omega. Ash pathetically grumbled out a pathetic excuse of an apology to the class.

Professor Oak, after an exceedingly prolonged pause of awkward silence, hung in the air, turned a blind eye and resumed back to the lesson, transparently insinuating that absolutely nothing had just happened.

Drew and May shot bemused glimpses at Ash. The boy's response only being a tense shrug of his shoulders, and the mouthing, 'I'll explain later,' in an absentminded and vague clarification to his two best friends.

After a few more feeble attempts to read each other's minds and come up with a new solution, both the Omegas parts May and Drew dropped it at that, not wanting to further indignant Ash. You could practically see the steam coming out of ears, and his face was flushing multiples hues of scarlet, his mouth drawn into a thin line.

May and Drew concluded that whatever was bothering Ash certainly had an effect on the boy, in maybe more ways than one.