The Alpha Vs. The Omega {Under Editing}

Intimate Get-together

"We're here," Ash murmured as he put the gear shift into park. Releasing his foot off the break, Ash glimpsed over the monstrosity of an architectural building the Alphas refered to as a house. Silhouettes lining the brightened windows as sounds of music pounded into the air.

"Well, let's get our Alpha party freak on!" May exhilarated, unbuckling her seatbelt on the passaenger's side. The frosty air of the night embellishing her entirely once she slammed the car door shut.

"Yeah, go us," Ash retorted pathetically, pumping an unenthusiastic fist into the air as he began trailing May's advancing form towards the practical castle that stood dauntingly on top of the hill.

"May, why did you even want to go to this party? I thought you despised Alphas and their 'socially demeaning spectaculars,'" Ash quoted the girl in question herself, incredulity laced into his tone as he begrudgingly walked passed the mailbox, which even looked grand by itself.

"Because, what better way to get under their skin than by crashing a party? Besides, two Omegas getting into Ursula's mansion? We'll practically be legends," May glamorized as the two teens closed the distance between themselves and the daunting entrance of Ursula's "home".

Ash smirked, "I thought you didn't care what others thought?"

"Hey, we're in our senior year. I want to go out in a bang," was the brunettes only reply, and by then, it was too late for Ash to retreat back to his car. The entrance to the house was held openly as Alphas staggered in and out of it, alcohol wracking their bodies of all cognitive thought. Outbursts of whooping and chanting gathered as kids danced and played drinking games that contained no innocent movements or consequences. Ursula was either stupid, or plain stupidly rich; perhaps she was both.

"This is gonna be good," was May's last words before she disappeared into the florescent lighting, Ash not far behind.

"Hey, do you really think he'll show up?" Misty inquired to her best friend as she lazily perched herself on top of one of the banisters. Her skirt riding up a bit too high, earning her a wolf whistle which Misty disdained. She had to physically plant herself to her seat to withhold knocking the common sense into the playboy who clearly lacked basic manners. The incident of the first Alpha party was that Misty had an unfortunate run into a drunken Gary too soon and punched him square in the face. People didn't seem to want to bother her after that.

"I mean, he seemed real interested," the girl mused back in response, her eyes lethargically trailing the marble floors below for the uptenth time, looking for the mystery Omegas. "Although, you seem to be real interested in something alright, and I'm not talking about this party," Dawn simpered.

"Hey, you can't accuse me of anything. Besides, Ursula has had this coming. I mean, letting anyone waltz into your house? Risky move if you ask me. Besides, watching her get riled up is never a bad thing," the pack leader defended, Dawn humming in response.

"That's true, I mean, you've always hated her to begin with."

"Hate's a strong word, more like, strongly dislike," Misty huffed defensively, not enjoying the accusations being thrown at her.

"Yeah, just like I'm sure you 'strongly disliked' when she took that photo of you and Gary in that janitors closet and posted it all over her blog page," Dawn mocked, watching as Misty shuttered at the memory.

"Well, she made it seem like we were doing something in that closet, when we certainly were not!" Misty fumed with disgust at the mere though of.. doing anything with the distasteful and flirtatious Alpha. "Gary tricked me into going in there when we were on clean up duty."

"Yeah, yeah," Dawn waved off dismissively, grin set mischievously on her face. However, as Dawn continued scanning the house, a spiky haired brunette sauntered up to a couple of girls at the punch bar.

"Speak of the devil," Misty hissed in distain, eyes narrowing as if they could harm the Alpha in anyway. The pack leader watched as Gary took a swing of the fruity alcohol drink, downing an entire cup full. A few Alphas that Misty semi recognized as being daughters of coperal heirs couldn't seem to unstick their gazes from Gary's face. Misty was beyond appalled by the sight.

"I bet you Gary is going to challenge Paul to another race like last time," Dawn snickered to herself.

"Oh yeah, I remember that," Misty snorted, the amusing story rushing back to the forethought of her memories.
"Gary won, but not before throwing up at the finish line because he was drunk off his ass."

"Speaking of, where is Paul?" Dawn murmurred to herself, her eyes looking for a glimmer of purple hair.

"What, did I miss attendance?" A gruff voice responded, succeedingly startling the Alpha as she spun around only to face the leering Alpha. Once regaining herself, Dawn replied, "of course not, it's not like I was purposely looking for you."

"Yeah, sure," was the males only comeback before dipping his head in acknowledgement to Misty who smiled in return.

"So, what are you guys doing up here anyways?" Paul inquired, tilting his gaze twoards Dawn unconvincingly.

"We're just looking for a couple of Omegas," Dawn grinned, her eyes falling on Misty. Paul raised an eyebrow.

"Remember that Omega who crashed into me during lunch? He asked for a favor to come here," she replied hesitantly, using her peripheral vision, Misty continued the search for the formentioned Omegas.

"This is to get back at Ursula, isn't it?" Paul stated, Misty's nutorious temper flared, "She had this coming."

A drawled "Riigghht..." was the purple haired Alpha's only response as he took a look past the banister himsf, sweeping his inspection over the room below. Surprisingly enough, in a mere couple of seconds, his sight locked onto a brunette girl in ripped jean shorts and a red halter top snickering at the boy he could only presume to be the one Misty was looking for. Said Omega attempting poorly to spit out the contents of his red cup. Paul gestureed to the scene unamusingly, "are they the ones who you guys have been stalking?"

Misty nearly fell off the banister, leaning practically half of her body weight off the side of the railing, "where!?"

Paul lifted his hand to gesture twoards the left side of the bottom of the stair case, Misty took notice immideately, jumping off the banister eloquently before racing down the slabs of marble.

"She's totally infatuated," Dawn giggled, watching Misty run boundlesy down the stairwell before racing after the girl. Paul layed back before turning twoards one of his football teamates, deciding it was best not to interfere.

Ash gagged once again, the sting of tequila still on the tip of his tongue.

"Woah, that's so strong!" Ash coughed, staring at his beverage in disgust. Since when did they make alcaholic drinks so strong? May continued laughing at his mistake.

"Well, I would think whatever they are serving here is stronger than that beer we found in your mom's celler," May teased. Taking the cup from Ash's hand and disposing it onto one of the glass tables lining the interior of the room.

Just as Ash was about to make a sarcastic remark on the hideous rug they were standing on, he felt a jerk on his right shoulder.

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A/N: Honestly not a fan of this chapter, not sure why though. My story seems a bit bumpy at the moment and I am trying to smooth it out so please bare with me! Thank you for all of your patience and support, please notify me if you have any criticisms!