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“Mijo! Wake up! School’s in an hour!” His mom yelled up from the kitchen, probably cooking breakfast for his siblings.
“Si, mama! I’m up now! Just let me change!” Lance slid out of bed, scratching his stomach and yawning. He walked to the bathroom, rubbing his eyes and looking into the mirror. Okay. I can do this. Definitely. He washed his face, putting on toner and moisturizer, then brushed his teeth. He opened his medicine cabinet, grabbing the bottle of suppressants and taking one. “Alright! I’m ready Mom!”
He ran downstairs, grabbing a piece of toast from the counter and kissing his mom on the cheek. “Love you mama. Need me to take the little ones to school?” he asked, looking at his siblings: Rayna, Benji, and Dani. Rayna was a feisty twelve year old, filled to the brim with spunk and energy. She was incredibly beautiful as well. She was smart, often getting praised by her teacher in the form of emails to her mother. She had curly brown hair, tan skin, freckles, and beautiful chocolate brown eyes, which she got from her mother. Benji however, was a bit more laid-back and shy, especially for an ten year old boy. He looked very similar to his father, with blue eyes and dark hair. And of course, little Dani. She was an adorable four year old with chubby cheeks, short curly hair and huge blue eyes that seemed to always be close to tears. She always got her way.
“Only Rayna and Benji, please, mijo. You’re such a helpful boy. Love you! Hey, Rayna, Benji, time to go!” The kids hopped off the bar stools at their kitchen island, stuffing food in their mouths, grabbing backpacks and running to the garage door.
“Let’s go, Lance-man!” Rayna shouted, walking out the door to get into the car with Benji. “WAIT LANCE PAJAMAS!”
“Huh?” He looked down, seeing that he was, in fact, still in his pajamas. And he would soon be late. He sprinted back up the stairs, cursing the whole way. “Language, Lan-y!” Dani yelled, copying their mother. “Sorry, sorry!”
After changing into a pair of light wash skinny jeans with rips in them and an oversized pink sweater, he rushed back downstairs, almost falling down the last few steps. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, kissing his mom on the cheek one more time. “Alright. Goodbye for real now, mama. See you later! Can’t be late for the first day of junior year now can we! Love you!”
“Did you take your suppressants?”
“Of course, mama! Bye!”
He ran out to the garage, opening the door and quickly hopping in, throwing his backpack into the back. “Okay, kiddos. Let’s turn on some music, shall we?” He turned on the car, pulling out of the driveway. A pop song started playing, something about being so in love that you did crazy things. Their drive continued, them arriving just as Lance’s favorite song started playing. “You like New York City in the daytime, I like New York City in the nighttime.” He sang along, his voice floating through the car. “K, guys get out here. My school is over there.” he said, pointing to the bigger building next to the middle school.
“Got it, Lance-man. See ya later. 3:10, right?”
“Sounds great. Love you guys!” He said cheerfully, pulling away to the junior parking spaces. Suddenly, a motorcycle crossed in front of his car, him barely stopping in time, the person on the motorcycle clipping the edge of his car with his bike. “HOLY SHIT!” He got out of his car, rushing over to the other person, who was on the ground on their back. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking!” The other person stood up and took off their helmet, shaking their head. They turned around. Damn.
He was easily the most beautiful person Lance had ever seen. He was fair skinned, had blue-gray eyes that almost looked purple, and dark hair. He looked very strong, and his body language screamed ALPHA. Is that a mullet? Whatever, he pulls it off.
“I’m fine. You need to watch where you’re going. Someone could get hurt. Idiot.” the stranger replied, stepping a bit closer.
“Okay, sorry. What’s your name?” Lance asked, taking in a deep breath. That was a mistake. He was immediately assaulted by the smell of alpha. It made him a little weak in the knees. Literally. He almost collapsed.
“Woah, you okay there? Also, my name’s Keith. I’m a junior.” Keith replied, putting his hand on Lance’s shoulder.
“Um, i’m okay. Just a little, lightheaded. I’m Lance. I’m also a junior.” the omega replied, blushing slightly.
Keith breathed in deeply, crinkling his nose, moving his hand and stepping back. Oh no. He hates it. He hates my smell. I knew that I wasn’t attractive to alphas anymore...
“Sorry about that. I’ve been told that my scent is a bit overwhelming.” That was a lie. People had never said that. People always said that it was pleasant and calming.
“Not that it’s overwhelming… Whatever, i’m gonna go now.” Keith hopped back on his bike, starting it and driving away.
Lance was left staring at Keith's back, confused and anxious.