*Levi Ackerman-Age 18*
Joy, another day, another lecture, and another hour of rambunctious Alphas. I should have been placed in a lower class, but my skills and abilities are up to Alpha level, some even past Alpha levels.
Honestly, I was so done with these fucking classes. As soon as my senior year is over, I'm never coming back. I'm getting out of this shit town and never looking back. Not exactly like I have a mate, so why wait around?
I laid my head against the cold metal of my desk as soon as I sat down, being the only one and still pissed off. Wow. Not exactly the best way to start the day, right? I didn't really care.
I was alone in the classroom for another ten minutes before the other students and teacher joined me, everyone taking their seats and getting out their sketchpads and graphite pencils. This lesson seemed to be about the importance of shading and the properties of line distances.
I didn't pay much attention considering I was at the top of the class, this stuff was just amateur work for me. The teacher knows that, that's why when he locks eyes with me and I'm not doing any work, he just lets it slide. It's the portrait lessons that I mainly pay attention to.
I knew most of what to do, I just always have trouble "putting emotion into it." I mean, don't blame me. My whole life has been bullshit, so I've never really relied on my emotions when they'll just sugarcoat all my problems and issues.
Other than that, all my classes were pretty easy. I have a 4.0 GPA, I'm part of the track team, and even have one of the highest ranks in my hand-to-hand combat classes. I was popular, not only for my looks, but for my skill as well.
I was 5'5, with black hair that was styled to a perfect undercut, and silver like steel eyes. My skin was pale, but I had a muscular and lean build. My cheekbones and jaw were defined, not anorexia defined, but "cut diamond" defined as the girls called it.
I had thin, but full eyebrows that went into a perfect arch. Plus, my clothes were always of the latest style and I drive a sleek black and white Ferrari. Saying that I have money is an understatement, I was loaded.
My parents were the top, Alpha King and Luna, they never thought anything less of me when they found out I was Omega. They loved me anyways. They gave me the world and I couldn't ask for anything else, besides my little sister Mikasa who is always prodding on about some Alpha she's friends with.
I stood from my chair when the bell rang, gathering my bag and hoisting it over my shoulder.
"Big brother!" I turned at the sound of Mikasa's voice, sighing slightly when she bounded up to me and gave me a tight hug.
"My boyfriend is having a party tonight, you know Jean, anyways, I was wanting you to come by after track practice." She smiled brightly at me and I didn't have the heart to tell her no, so I said maybe instead, not planning on actually going.
"Thanks big brother!" She smiled brighter and ran off towards her friends, a tall looking male with his chestnut brown hair pulled into a half bun turned around and smiled at her, but I left before getting another look at him.
The rest of the day just seemed to skip by, the final bell ringing and releasing me to my practice on the track field. Just my luck that we would have practice the same day as the football team. That boy from Mikasa's group was standing there in a huddle of Alphas.
'How come I've never noticed him before?' I asked myself, turning away and going into the track room to change into my running equipment. I opened my locker, stripping off my jeans and button up shirt, grabbing my shorts and tank-top from my locker, dressing myself quickly.
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The Only Exception (Alpha ErenXOmega Levi) (Omegaverse/AOT)
FanfictionThere's always been a decent way of thinking about things. Or that's at least what Levi Ackerman thought, that was before he met the crazy, irritating, obnoxious, reckless, and arrogant Eren Jaeger. Not only was Eren a year younger than him, he was...