The Alpha Vs. The Omega

Spectrum

Misty let a wistful sigh entangle into the invigorating air of her dorm.

The room, for the moments notice, was being ventilated with frosty air as the last waves of summer heat rolled over the remnants of September. The temperature outside was currently at the mercy of the sun, and Misty relished in the fact the fall weather was being kept at bay. Though, as much love she had for the extravagant colours that were put on displayed during the fall, nothing could rival the leisures that a sun-drenched season provided.

Which, is why the Alpha leader had found herself abandoning the hefty stack of papers that were towering upon her desk. The daunting homework loomed over her in an aggravating nagging. That was bound to shave a couple of hours out of her weekend (even though Misty suspected that it was more likely going to be held off due to her chronic procrastination).

So, in despite of herself, Misty figured sacrificing this one Friday of the possibility to be catching up on Professor Ivy's lecture wouldn't kill her. Recreational time was rare in her actively engrossing life, and that's why Misty kept catching herself zoning out into the sun-kissed window of her dorm.

From her vintage point, Misty could clearly make-out the woodland that acted almost like a backdrop one would see on the pamphlet of some get away resort. Though, her view was contrastingly different from the rest of the campus grounds due to the highschool being located in a suburban city.

Actually, now that Misty was taking a closer look, she could almost see...

"Hello Misty!!!" A quite pleased Dawn abruptly announced, pulling Misty's spanning attention away from the glass window.

Misty knew giving Dawn the spare key would cost her.

"You'll never guess what happened in AP Bio today!" Dawn beamed, cascading through Misty's dorm with enough enthusiam to lead a pep rally, which are tempts of fate that Dawn has completed and semi conquered.

The stomach flu was evidently no match for Dawn and her will power. The nauseating virus didn't stop her from leading the football team to victory during the last competition. Though, it may have numbed her ques of judgement when Dawn guzzled down about half the damn bottle of Misty's Dayquill. She even ended up throwing up in one of the players helmets during the celebratory bus ride home. It was Paul's as Dawn would find humiliatingly out later that week. Best days of Misty's life.

Misty enlighteningly took a shot in the dark as to the uplift of Dawn mood.

"Hmmm let me guess.... Kenney asked you out?"

Misty had hit the bullseye.

"How did you know?" Dawn pouted. The delight of her surprise being sucked away thanks to her all to calculating, and cunning best friend.

"Well it was either that, or you finally came to your senses and asked Paul out to the ceremonial conclusion of the sports festival," Misty half teased. Her comment bordering over the word of a truth and a joke. The Alpha had always discretly rooted for the purple haired instigator. The relationship between himself and Dawn, albeit rocky, was a pure one nonetheless

"Pssh, Paul!? Kenney is better than Paul, hands down!"

"Oh, really? Then what makes Barry any better?" Misty counter argued. Referring to Dawn's prior obsession to the eccentric boy that used to be glued to her hip since 6th grade.

Dawn's reciprocal romantic antics with the boy were short lived to say the least. Eventually, Dawn decided to maintain the awkward friendship with the guy. It was for the best, Dawn consistently assured Misty. Though, Misty was quite skeptical if that message was for her, or Dawn.

Not like any of that mattered anymore, Barry had begun initiating an extravagant displayment of affectionate for Giselle about a week ago.

"Well..," Dawn stammered, examining Misty's abandoned magazine collection that was evidently thrown in an askewed fashion.

"Barry was, well you know... Barry"

"Hmmm, very convincing." Misty hummed.

"Well, I don't see you hooking up with Gary anytime soon," Dawn interjected. Tossing 'Coordinator Monthly,' back onto the coffee table, only to pick up a more engrossing article of 'Poké Chic.'

"Ha, Gary? Not likely," Misty dramatically huffed in retaliation.

"You can keep telling yourself that until the cows come home, but we both know Gary is gonna sweep you off your feet one of these days." Dawn smirked.

"Yeah, and on that same day, I'll join my bimbo sister's international photo shoot."

"Hey, I'll hold you to that."

"Whatever, DeeDee."

Dawn scowled in Misty's direction until a ping from Misty's phone alerted the two Alphas.

Misty stretched to her left and begrudgingly picked up the electronic device. Muscle memory kicking in, she opened her inbox and was greeted with a message from Ursula.

"Hey, Dawn, you down for a party tonight? Ursula's. Nine o'clock." Misty inquired, peering over the screen of her phone in a questioning glance at the bluenette.

"Whose gonna be there?" Dawn probed, settling down on the couch adjacent to Misty. The later began swiftly typing away.

"The football, cheerleading-" Dawn beamed a little "--track, wrestling, and swim teams. A couple of rich kids from the other campus will be there to. Says here that there's a plus one invitation."

"Alright, I say we should go!"

"I could have gave you that answer two minutes ago," Misty proclaimed with self-assurance. A passing pause of tranquility over took the dorm until Dawn wondered aloud.

"Do you think Paul will show?" And as soon as the words spilled out of her mouth, Dawn rued the remark. Misty's smirk said it all.

"Aha!" Misty celebrated, an accusing finger pointed towards Dawn.

"I'm just saying," Dawn's spech slowed as she hopelessly tried to justify her appalling question and hesitated before continuing. She was entering a treterous path of words, "He always brings, some sort amusement when he comes to parties." Dawn reluctantly conceded. Not missing the smirk plastered on Misty's face.

An abrupt knock sounded from the door, and the smirk on Misty's face only broadened. A certain imperturbable football player was most certainly on the other side of the door.

Dawn inwardly groaned.

Sauntering towards the door in practically a gallop, Misty dramatized the opening if the door. Dawn wanted to crawl into a hole before Misty could make a fool of her.

However, the roles were instantaneously reversed. Dawn sent a leer in Misty's direction that slid right past her and could have smacked the boy on the other side of the door square in the face. Which, would lead to him sprawling onto the floor to join Misty's cerulean eyes that almost popped out of her head. This was not Paul, and Misty most certainly was not expecting company.

"ASH!?"