The Alpha Vs. The Omega

Weekend Shananagans

"Hey, Drew?"

Silence. . .Followed by a heavy sigh...

Then, yet another agonizingly long pause, its only interruption ever being the occasional hollars and yelps of Omegas clamoring outside in the early September humidity. The teens most likely playing an aggressive version of kick the can against May's basement level flat.

Though, this was a pretty usual regularity, seeing as how many of the popular Omegas seemed to flock to that particular concrete patch outside of May's window.

While the female Omegas usually lounged against the iron gated fence, the guys predictably invested themselves into some silly little competition, because what else are a bunch of activity deprived, penniless Omegas gonna do? They couldn't shop in the higher districts like the Alphas as most were practically living off loans, and they couldn't leave campus unless advised by one of the deans, which only resulted in a new sport of who could create the most elaborate get away plan.

In fact, that's how May and Ash had formulated their little escape to Ursula's party. The deteriorating building provided immensely convenient exits from the main campus, most going under the radar of the Alphas and teachers.

But in spite of all its faults, May thanked the constellations above that she called the rickety old structure to be her house, considering her ground level dorm was one of the larger varieties of housing units available for Omegas.

"What is it now?" Drew rasped exasperatedly, finally acknowledging May's baiting question as she turned her fixated gaze from out the window back to the lazy boy resting in her couch.

"Do you think I can pull this off?" May asked dubiously, twirling in place to and fro as she took yet another glance in the full length mirror that obnoxiously hung from the bathroom door. Her accentuated legs were only highlighted by the contrastingly platinum dark red of the article of clothing. May rarely had any new clothing choices, so when she eventually did add onto her precariously formed wardrobe, she made sure to flaunt the new addition until it was out of style.

"Uh, yeah, I'm not answering that," Drew replied protestingly, not even peering up from his phone.

"And why the hell not? Just tell me if I should wear the damn skirt or not," May fumed, becoming frustrated with Drew's one line responses and uncharacteristic evasion of her questions.

Ever since May had met him back in secondary schooling, Drew was a boy of many words, eagerly chatting up an earful about any, and every, thing. From genuinely interesting topics that she could easily immerse herself in, such as the rankings of the sport festival announcements (which Drew had an almost obsessive fascination with) to the more dreary and excruciatingly painful subjects, like when the ever so dreamy Casanova was boasting about whichever Alpha or Omega girl had lamely asked him out.

Either way, May had her fair share of snooze fests with the narcissistic Omega. Heck, if he had the time, he would lecture her and Ash's ears off. And that, May subconsciously declared Freshmen year, is why their friendship was a damn miracle.

"Because..." Drew drawled nonchalantly, scrolling further and further down his Omegagram feed, crossing his legs to shift comfortably into May's ancient leather couch. Until he came across another startling image......Wait was that professor Oak? Since when did he have a grandson...?

"Whenever I tell you the outfit looks fine, you blame me for not being honest, and when I tell you one outfit looked better than another, you accuse me of not having any real fashion sense. I think silence is my best option," Drew dismissed, finally peering up at the stubborn girl in front of him. Drew smirked in sadistic satisfaction as he watched May's face take on a violet hue of anger, successfully slamming the few buttons it took to get her absolutely boiling.