My alarm goes off in my ear. It's so fucking loud. Getting ready for the day, I look at a picture of Drop. Such a funny name for a boy. In the picture his hair is shining like a halo around his head. Wait... why am I thinking such thoughts? I'm a guy. But I am an omega male. I need an alpha. I need him to be my alpha. How am I supposed to do that? My mom walks into my room and I quickly hide the picture, "Boy the bus comes in ten minutes hurry up!"
I rush to inject the suppressants into my stomach and grab my backpack, "Did you pack my lunch?" I should really be packing my lunch by myself.
"No. Buy your own at school. Hurry up!" Running down the steps, my feet fumble and I fall down the stairs. Great. Now I have a huge bruise on my arm. It's swelling pretty bad too. I have to get to school.
As I get on the bus my beta friend pulls me into the seat next to him, "So... you buying lunch again from the shittyteria?" Betas don't have the same hormones and pheromones that alphas do so he won't attack me and rape me. I hope I used enough suppressants this time.
I smack him, "It's good enough food. Did you do your homework?" Of course he did. He's a smart, hardworking beta.
"Why do you even ask? Do you need to copy again? You really need to do things for yourself." Perks of being an omega, I am a jewel to society. All I need to do is cook and clean and make babies. Not that I'm good at any of those things.
"Thank you Reggie. Love you so much." Please don't hit me I'm delicate. My hands go up to protect the face as he moves to punch me.
"Why is there a bruise on your arm? Did you get hurt again? Did your mom beat you?" He doesn't know that I'm an omega. No one knows that I am an omega. All that they know is that I am a coward of an alpha... and that I'm a delicate flower.
"No, I fell down the stairs again. I'm fine though." I'm sorry Reggie that I have to hide this from you.
"You dumbass. Look the bus is at school. Get off and we'll meet in the library for lunch. Be careful kay?" He seems mean but is actually caring. Shit look there is Drop. The only true alpha in the school. He's so hot... No... I'm an omega male. I need an alpha female. We get into school and sit down in our homeroom classes. Drop sits right in front of me. His beautiful hair.
He walks in with his group of friends, "Yeah did you see me hit that homerun last night? I was just running the bases and didn't even stop till I got home. That's when I realized that it went over the fence." He is such a good baseball player. I wish he would hit me as hard as he hit that ball...What the fuck am I thinking?
The teacher slams the door shut, "Sit your asses down now! I'm looking at you Drop!" He's pretty confrontational.
"Ms. Teacher Lady, that is not how you treat a true alpha. You are lucky that I'm sore from last night so I will sit. Next time I won't be so merciful." He's pretty hot when he's ordering people around.
"Yeah whatever. Just sit down." Shit! He looks pissed. He picks up a metal water bottle to throw at the teacher, pulls his arm back, and hits me in the head, knocking me out.
I wake up to the teacher picking me off the ground. Drop standing above me, "He's pretty weak for an alpha." If only he knew.
The nurse checks my eyes as I start to come to, "He's pretty weak for a true alpha." Not even the school knows.
"Wait... I thought I was the only true alpha in the school. And he can't possibly be an alpha in the first place. He doesn't smell like an alpha." My parents never told me what lie they told the school to say that I needed to be on suppressants.
