Alpha [Starrson]

Chapter 5

Richard worried about his friend for the rest of the day. He planned on visiting him, but the day seemed to never end. Richard painstakingly made it to the end of the school day. He rushed to his locker, took everything out to his arms, and practically ran out of the school building.

Richard kept jumping to the worst conclusions, like what if George was not just sick, but deathly sick? And, what if he was just wanted to avoid Richard? But they were just very unlikely "what ifs", weren't they?

He stopped at his house to drop his things off. He opened the door to his room and dumped his school things in a pile on his bed. He ran out of his room, down the stairs, and out of his house, feet hitting the pavement as he ran down the sidewalk toward George's house.

He knocked on the door and anxiously waited behind the closed front door. He soon heard light footsteps make their way towards the door. The door opened to reveal who Richard assumed was George's mother.

"May I ask who might you be?" She asked the blue-eyed boy at her front door.

"My name is Richard, ma'am, one of George's friends." Richard politely answered.

"One of his friends? I thought that John and Paul were his only ones?" She said, looking questioningly at Richard.

"Well, ma'am, I'm a new one. I moved here about a month ago with my family. I'm actually the one that bandaged poor Georgie after I found him on the floor at school." Richard recalled.

"He said that you didn't particularly like the fact that my son is an omega." She said, giving him a stone cold glare. She was about to shut the door, but before she closed the door, Richard said something to prevent that.

"I don't care that he is. It's my parents that do. They don't like things that aren't in the norm, that's why I haven't come out to them, they'll throw me out before I can finish high-school, I barely have enough money saved up from work to help me with staying off of the streets, so would have to live by the rest of my high school  life as a homeless, teenaged person." He told her. She gave him a look before saying anything else.

"He's in the pool house out back." She told him, giving a kind smile, then shut the door. He walked around the house, where he, sure enough, found, a pool and a pool house. It wasn't very small, but it wasn't very big either. It had an outdoor kitchen/bar and offered shade to the chairs under it. There was a small space, big enough for a small bedroom or a big closet.

He walked up to the door and prepared himself for a sick George. Before he could bring his fist to the door, he heard what sounded like a gasp, then a whimper. He didn't think much of it as he proceeded to knock on the door.

"C-c- oh! Come in. Ah!" He heard George moan. Odd. He opened the door and saw that the only thing that George was wearing was a pair of boxers.