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Oliver Livingston was not a very popular person. He barely got any attention at school, and when he did, it was mild teasing whispered in passing by jealous peers. He wasn't dumb, in fact he had a skyrocketing IQ level. He wasn't ugly, actually he was extremely attractive. But he was an omega, and that was reason enough for Alphas to tease him. Betas liked to stay out of it, as they weren't as strong as alphas. So omegas suffered.
Oliver or Ollie, to his brother, was just settling into his calculus class when the school secretary's voice scraped through the PA. "Oliver Livingston to the main office please. Oliver Livingston, main office, thank you."
Oliver quickly made his way out the door after receiving a nod from his teacher. He walked down the hallway, pushing his thick glasses up his nose every few quick steps. When he reached the office, he was met with a football player, the football player's mother and Orville Livingston, Oliver's brother.
"Mr. Livingston, please have a seat." The school vice principal, Mr. Smith, gestured to the spot on the couch beside his brother.
Oliver was confused. His brother was supposed to be at work. In fact, Orville was still wearing his torn jeans and hard hat. His chin stubble was scratchy against Oliver's cheek as Orville leaned down to nuzzle his little brother. They shared a very close bond.
"Can I ask why these people are here, Mr. Smith? My son's academics shouldn't be discussed in front of strangers." The woman was a busty, curvaceous latina beta. Her wavy hair fell down her back in controlled braids. Her face was very beautiful, or it would have been beautiful if she didn't wear such a hardened expression.
"Mom, it's okay." The football player mumbled. "I don't care who knows."
"Mathias, shush." The woman snapped. "Mr. Smith, you better have a good reason for calling me away from my job."
"Ms. Gomez, I assure you that this meeting is very necessary if you want your son to achieve higher grades and possibly apply for a college or university of his choice." Mr. Smith began.
"Mathias ain't got enough brains for fancy college. Don't even let him think that he can, because he's just not smart enough, okay? Are we done here?" Ms Gomez seemed extremely disinterested. Her words cut deeply into her son. He had been hearing the same drivel for his entire life.
Mathias stopped listening to his mother run her mouth with words of belittling insults. He instead focused on keeping a straight face. There was another Alpha in the room. That omega kid's brother. Oli--something. Mathias didn't bother going after omegas. He knew he'd only screw it up, just like everything else in his life. He'd had lots of beta girlfriends, none of them were special. But the one boy he had kissed all those years ago... That was special.
He snapped out of his musings when his mother's hand caught the back of his head. "Listen up, Mathias!" She snapped.
"Ms. Gomez, I must discourage violence in this school. Your son has shown great aptitude for sports, art, music and social science. He is not dumb, and expressing your opinion of him like that will not build his self esteem." Mr. Smith began. "Your son has expressed the fact that he doesn't think that he can do well in his academic subjects on account of fear that he will 'screw it up.' Now, as I speak with you here within the confines of this office and bear witness to the kind of belittling, insulting and counterproductive comments that this school institution does not tolerate, I must say that I see now where he gets his attitude."
"Are you saying that my son's dumbness is my fault?!" Ms. Gomez hissed angrily.
"With all due respect, Ms. Gomez," Mr. Smith folded his weathered hands on his desk. "that is exactly what I am saying. Now, Mr. Livingston is achieving the highest grade average in the school and is currently fast tracking his education and taking first year college English classes outside of school."
"So what? So what if he's smarter? What's that got to do with me and my being here right now?" Ms. Gomez asked.
"If you would let me finish?" Mr. Smith fixed his stony gaze onto the woman's face. She rolled her eyes and made a vague gesture with her manicured hand. "Mr. Livingston, if you are willing, we would ask that you tutor Mr. Gomez after school, twice a week in mathematics, English and Sciences. You will receive a confirmation of extra volunteer work on your diploma and the hours will also count towards your required volunteer hours."
Oliver's green eyes widened. How could he refuse such an offer? He nodded enthusiastically, his blonde ringlets coming loose from their ponytail.
"Good. All I need is parental authorization and we're set to sail." Mr. Smith said. He produced two contracts out of his desk drawer and provided Orville and Ms. Gomez with pens. Orville signed without a problem and turned to the principal.
"Mr. Smith, I just want to commend you on the quality of this school." he spoke in his deep voice. "Ollie and I are very thankful that you let him attend, even without full tuition."
"Please, Mr. Livingston, your brother deserved a chance at our school. It is an honor to be the home school of such a great student!" Mr. Smith gushed. His cheeks pinked.
"So are we done here?" Ms. Gomez was impatient, already gathering her purse.
"Yes, you all may go. Mr. Gomez and young Mr. Livingston please return to your classes. Thank you for your time. Tutoring will begin tomorrow." Mr. Smith ushered everyone out of his office.
That's how it began. The epic romance of the school nerd and the abused jock.
-end chapter 1