Omega and Alpha.

One true pair.

Every year, we sit in our little classes learning about the secondary genders that seemingly rule our day-to-day lives. Let's start with the easiest one to explain.

The alpha.

The alpha can be either male or female as a primary gender. The secondary could give a rat's ass. In fact, it imposes itself all over it. They are the strong ones. They like to think they are the head of everything, not realising that there are a bunch of dutty foot knot heads. 

Allegedly. 

They are the breeders of the pack. The ones that do the fucking. The lucky ones where the only inconvenience they face is having to go into a rut every other month. Where they are rewarded with more fucking. Then there's the other gender. The ones to be fucked and get fucked. Again, male and female are all fair game in the eyes of a hungry knot. 

Omega. 

They are the prize. With soft bodies and omega curls, they dance through life looking for the best knothead to fuck and pin down. It's tragic in a way. Left to stew away and exhale behind a door. Pregnant over and over again. At least there is good maternity nowadays. To be born an omega is to be born to serve.

But you can save a lowly omega by admitting me, André Coalmon, to Pemberton University. Use this chance to save one last omega from a life of strife without marriage and breeding.

~ André.

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Jaxon pushes his body away from the bus table. He looks barely above his no-rim glasses at the waiting boy seated in front of him. André looked between the laptop and his friend with impatience.

"Pretty great, right?" André said.

Jaxon pinches the bridge of his nose.

André groans. "Don't do that. You're making it sound like it's shit."

Jaxon locks eyes with his oblivious friend. "I cannot make it sound like anything other than what it is, Dré."

André sighs and leans back as much as he can in the bus chair. "It got me into the school, right?"

"If it was that easy to get in, I would have tried a lot less." Jaxon sighs, picking up his forgotten chocolate eclair.

"Way to be my best friend, Jaxon. I can feel the friendship. It's cold and lonely. " André said. "Just like your mama."

Jaxon threw a pile of napkins across to the boy. "Yuh mudda."

André breaks down into laughter. "You know I don't care about that hag. Fuck her and your daddy." He says. "In fact, it could be throuple between them."

Jaxon's face twisted in disgust, and he dropped the eclair onto the plate. "You're wrong for that. Dead wrong."

"I'm still alive and kicking. There has to be some truth to what I said." André laughed.

Jaxon decides to shake off this conversation. He leans against the window, watching as the snow falls with increasing speed.

Snow in September. What a sin!

"Think there's going to be a lot of Alphas or Omegas in this school." Jaxon wonders.

André scoffs. "What kind of idiot question is that? Unless the alpha population drops down, "

Jaxon waves a hand. "You never know. I mean. A university willing to give scholarships to both—not only one but two omegas from the fucking islands? Leave me with my suspicions."

André props up his feet in the empty seat to the side of him. "I mean, we could pass for some fine as Alpha's."

Jaxon opens his mouth to speak but André holds up a finger. "But! I know the feeling. It seems too good to be true."

Jaxon nods wordlessly in agreement.

"Let's care less about how we got in and make the most of it. '' André levels his eyes to his best friend. "This is our only shot to get out of our parents...lifestyle! I'm not too focused on the logistics. As long as I get what I need, I don't care about the finer things, like why or how we end up in this frozen wasteland."

André reaches over and plucks the eclair from his friend's plate. Jaxon protested but the sweet treat was bitten by his grinning friend.

"You were playing with it too much." André says this between the licks of chocolate smeared on his cheek. Jaxon gripped a napkin and wiped the smear from his face.

"Oh my God! Aren't you two like the cutest couple?" A loud, sugary voice said.

André looks this girl up.and down like she has gone mad. Well, she looks loony. A pink skirt with light lace frills contrasted with deep, dark skin. Large puff pink jacket with white fur blending into her white full Afro. It was like she stepped out of a Japanese store with the number of cute pins and buttons she had that adorned her side satchel and coat.

André's nose always knows. Sugary sweet like a fresh sugar cake his Nan used to make. Sweet like an omega.

Her wide eyes stare eagerly at the two. That was when André noticed the pink Polaroid in her hand.

"Did you take a picture of us?" he asks.

The girl flutters a bit and holds the camera up for them both to see. "Oh no! I don't do that type of thing. I was watching you both and wanted to ask you."

"He's an omega." André says it with a short point.

The girl nods slowly. "I noticed when I got closer, but I didn't want to out you or anything." She explains.

"Out me? What? You think I'm trans?" Jaxon questions.

"Well, they are the only ones to iron out their omega curls. And your scent is very-", She explains.

An unconscious hand runs through his hair. "Deep? Uh yeah. Not Trans. No need to out me."

The girl nods gratefully. The bus announcer's voice fills the cabin. They are ten minutes from their destination.

"I should head back to my seat. It was nice meeting you both. I hope I see you guys at school!" She smiles. "Names Izzy, by the way."

"Wait! How do you know we are going to the same school?" Jaxon questions.

Izzy giggled. "I listen. Very well."

Jaxon and André eye each other as they watch Izzy fade back into her seat.

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"I'm freezing my scent gland out in this mother fucking cold! " André half-screams. He rubs his gloved hands together in hope of some extra warmth. "Like, why is it so cold in hell? Did it freeze over or something?" He questions.

Jaxon hits his forearm. "Shut your ass, Dré'." Jaxon chastise. He doesn't need another chilling breeze to freeze him more than the current weather is doing for him. The dark-haired boy gazed up at the snowy school with wide eyes. The place was no shorter than a palace. Walls of cobblestone and brick were weighed down with the plush of fresh snow layering upon the old Victorian windows, and carvings on the wood panels spoke of the age of the building. Its deep history has yet to be shown to the two young boys. It was a mystery how this school manages to keep this building heated—if it is heated at all. With a gloved hand, Jaxon wiped the snow from the large school sign.

We Lead With Honour.

"What the hell does that mean?" André asks from his perch on Jaxon's shoulder. The shorter male shrugs him off with a small glare. He raised his hands in defence and backed away.

"Welcome one and all to Pemberton University!" a velvety smooth voice below from the top of the long staircase. She stood tall in her four-inch black block heels. She was dressed in a long, ankle-length white skirt paired with a fuzzy-looking peach sweater. Her large jacket bore the large sunshine crest of the school.

Sunshine Crest with a school that hasn't seen a sunny day since 1985?

Her rosy, wide pink lips spoke so confidently into the microphone as if she were born with it in her hand. The poise, demureness, and overall essence of how this chubby-cheeked girl carried herself screamed louder than what her scent could possibly indicate.

Alpha. True to the bone.

"I am your Student representative, Giselle Nightingale. Year Four student and former school representative for two consecutive terms." She spoke with a bright, warm glow about her. "I will be helping you first years in fully accommodate yourselves into the life of our lovely Pemberton University." She steps down the flight of stairs as if she were floating. Like a ghost in the wind. "May I adjust your attention to the right. Please file yourselves into the bus so we can commence our tour of the campus. I can't let you all get lost in this temperature. Am I right?" She said she was ending with a short laugh.

"Another bus..." André groaned, and Jaxon pulled his friend along.

They managed to get a seat in the front of the bus to avoid being squeezed in the back. Jaxon supposes nothing changes after high school. Giselle stood at the front of the bus. The students seemed to have fallen into talking among themselves. Jaxon swore he saw a vein twitched under her auburn curly hair.

"Shut your fucking mouths!" Giselle shouted into the microphone. The group quickly snapped their mouths shut. The girl cleared her throat, and just like that, it never happened. "Now, we are leaving the main building, which houses the administration and medical office." A loud shout came from outside the bus, interrupting Giselle. The girl lets out a short sigh before gesturing for the bus driver to open the door.

The boy who entered seems shorter than Jaxon was by a good five inches, which is a lot based on him being only 1.82 m. He wore a jacket that seemed way too big for him and a pair of earmuffs to match on top of his ruffled blonde hair. He was panting heavily, trying to get enough air into his slender frame.

"I am so sorry, Gi; I was with my brother." The taller girl promptly cut off the boy.

"Cut it! You're late. Which is fine! But stand up straight! They are watching." She chastises in a not-so-whispered tone. Her voice smoothly switches back to her cheery one once she addresses the crowd again. "It seems we have your Vice-Student Representative, Elliott Braginski, third-year student at Pemberton U! He is my number two, for lack of a better word. When you have issues and can't get to me, he is here to assist you in any way he can."

Elliot shook his head and waved at the crowd. "Hello everyone," he said, still searching for his breath.

Giselle pressed her lips together before gesturing for the bus driver to go. "To our right, we have the classroom block. upper level is where our humanities and literature departments reside, and the lower level houses the Business and Finance Department. To our left, the same upper- and lower-level situation remains. upper floor has the science labs as well as the Science department, while the lower level contains the Performing Arts department."

Suddenly, the driver swerved harshly on some frozen patch of ice on the ground. Elliott, failing to grip on anything, fell face first into the chest of Jaxon. Both boys freeze when their clothed bodies touch. Their eyes locked with an intense stare as they gazed at each other. Both boys were thinking the same thing.

'He's an omega/alpha?'

Elliott moves away from Jaxon with a huff. "Sorry, so sorry." He apologised before getting back into position next to Giselle.

Giselle laughed. "May I take this moment to say, Watch out for ice patches?"

The bus moved off from its initial hiccup and moved down its paths. Yet Jaxon is left stagnant. His mind raced in twists and turns, trying to wrap around what he just smelled. It was sickly sweet. Like honey mixed with cane sugar. Like shredded coconut mixed with brown sugar, making the thickest and sweetest sugar cake he could ever dream about. It made him both entranced and hungry.

André poked his dazed friend's shoulder. "Hey! What the hell was that?" he asked.

Jaxon blinked. "What?"

André snapped his teeth. "You're going all starry-eyed. What was all that?"

André was right. What was that? It didn't feel bad, by any means. It felt to Jaxon as if he were floating in the crowds. Surfing the waves brings eternal bliss and satisfaction. Suffocating in a way that it felt so good and yet so bad for you. Jaxon just wanted to bring himself so close to the boy that he could eat up his skin-

"What the fuck is wrong with me." He said. Jaxon ran a hand through his silky, dark hair and gripped it with fierceness.

A soft laugh. The girl, Izzy, if the boys remembered correctly, laughs from the seat behind them. Both males turn to look back at the soft-looking girl.

"What do you know about this?" André questioned.

Izzy smiled. "Have you ever heard about scent bonds?"

"If we did, we wouldn't be having this conversation." André fired back.

Izzy ignored André's response. "They are a pretty common thing that happens when Alpha's or Omega's find a scent that sings to them. But they vary in intensity. It's confusing, and it's often hard to decide if the scent is truly something. Yet, people tend to just jump into things once they find that addicting scent and never take a chance to know the person. That's why so many of them end in domestic homicides than any other marriage group." Izzy leans closer, mostly eyeing Jaxon. "My best bet for why you froze like a forgotten Christmas turkey is that you met a scent that you really fancied." She explained before sitting back in her seat. "Now go now. I have a manhwa to read." She said this and immediately went back to scrolling on her phone.

André sighed. "Scent Bond... sounds like a load of bull to me. If it is so common, why haven't we heard of it?"

Jaxon pursed his lips. "You know our parents are conservative as sin. They didn't even tell us about what our heat meant or how to deal with them without stirring in pain until we were fifteen." He explained.

His brown eyes fly over his golden glasses at the older, blonde male. He looked even more flustered than he did when he ran into this bus. His pale cheeks tinged a deep shade of red while he kept his head straight out the window or at Giselle. Whatever he was thinking may be along the same lines as what Jaxon was thinking as well.

Jaxon stayed contemplating the mess of thoughts in his head until they reached a screeching stop. Giselle was once again smiling in her cheery tone and making gestures to the large building to her right. "To the right, we have the first and second-year dormitories. Here you will find your sleeping quarters as well as the mess hall and recreational room. This will be the end of our lovely tour. You may exit and head inside. Your luggage has been taken care of in your room. Please collect your room number and key from the front desk."

At that moment, Elliott finally locked eyes with Jaxon. The unsure boy looked at the other. His nose was slightly flared, as if taking in the scent once again. Jaxon rose from his seat, slinging his backpack around his shoulders. He walks over to the exit, not once breaking eye contact with the small alpha. Jaxon could tell that this school year was on its way to being an odd one.

"May you all strive for excellence and aim to be the maker of your own future. Once again, welcome to...

'Pemberton University'

A/N: Thoughts? Opinions? Questions?