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There was always something different about Zayn. He could never play with the other boys when he was young. They would always run off. People didn’t want to come near him. He didn’t learn why until he was older, but growing up like that was hard. He didn’t have friends, couldn’t even make friends with betas. No one seemed to want him around.
Now at the age of 17, he knew why. Zayn Malik was an alpha. He knew that, so did anyone else who was in a ten foot radius of him. That wasn’t the strange part. The strange part was just the pure amount of dominance he lets off. When around an alpha, you could tell how strong they are. Except, Zayn let off so much that people would actually get scared of him.
It used to bug him because he was different, and no one wanted to hang around him. He loves it now, though. He was one of the most powerful alphas in the damn town, even over some elders. It was hilarious to him. People wanted his attention. They thought they would gain some sort of reputation if they stuck around with him. They were what he called idiots.
He didn’t go for the omegas that whored themselves out to him. He didn’t like the alphas that were bitchy enough to be omegas. And, betas were either trying to be alpha or omega. They should just stick with beta he thought.
There were only two people he let around him that he wouldn’t hurt. One being his friend Harry that was another alpha. He was secure enough in his dominance to not get intimidated, and he was cool enough to hang around with. The second was Harry’s mate, an omega named Louis. The thing he liked about Louis was that he was only obedient to Harry. Other alphas had no control over him, and he didn’t take shit from Zayn. That was good because if Louis didn’t like him, Harry would go with him, and he would be alone again.
Zayn was kind of jealous of them. They were already mated and both still under eighteen. (Louis was older by a hair, and held it over Harry’s head as much as he could.) He wanted that. He wanted an omega that he could take care of, someone he could just be with. Zayn didn’t go around telling people this, but he liked to cuddle sometimes, too. He just didn’t have anyone to do it with, and he certainly wasn’t going to ask some of his occasional screws. No, he was going to save his romantic side for his mate, who he hoped to find soon enough.
He walked up to the school with a fag being lit between his lips. This was his last year in hell, and he was fucking thankful for that. He was tired of taking orders from people he knew were beneath him. Now, don’t think that Zayn was egotistical because he wasn’t really. There was just a certain hierarchy between the people. Alphas were at the top. Betas were in the middle, and omegas at the bottom. But, there was also a hierarchy in the classes as well. Zayn, being more dominant than a majority of the population, was higher than say Harry, but he was also higher than a majority of alphas, including teachers. This was all common knowledge.
“Hey, mate, care to share those?” Harry asked walking up besides him. His curly hair was a messy on the top of his head, and he wore his usual black jeans, t-shirt, and boots. You could see the tattoos that littered his paler skin. Zayn nodded before handing and lighting a cig for the taller boy.
“So, you go to that party last weekend? Heard someone called the cops on ‘em for like pill poppin’ or somethin’ like that.” Harry said. Another good thing about Harry, he knew where bad things were going to happen, and he also knew where to get bad things. If Zayn was feeling particularly stressed, Harry could get him something to calm his nerves real quick.
Zayn shook his head. “Nah, mate, went over there for like a second, but got bored just starin’ at the house and left. Went to the shop for some extra work instead.”
“You finished that hot rod, yet? It’s been like nine months or somethin’.” Harry asked.
Zayn had started working in an autobody shop two years ago, and sometime last year the owner had a frame that he was going to get rid of. Zayn said he would take it. “Hey, buildin’ a car takes time, man. Besides, I’m only puttin’ on doors now. Should be able to drive her within the end of the month.”
“Good, cause I’m pretty sure that bike of yours will be the death of you.” Harry stated taking a drag.
“Thanks for the concern, arsehole.” Zayn laughed.
They sat outside watching the students shuffle past them into the school as they slowly smoked. It was peaceful, and quiet. People watching was fun for the two because most people tried to stay away from them, except for the omegas who thought they could get into the boys pants. People still haven’t figured out that Harry has been in a monogamous relationship for over a year and a half now. They were ever mated for god’s sake.
Well, it was quiet until Harry suddenly screamed “Oh, fuck!” and stubbed the fag out quickly. “Do I smell like smoke?” He asked Zayn. He just looked over the curly haired lad curiously. “Seriously,mate,do I?” Harry looked flustered, and Zayn couldn’t figure out why.
That is, he couldn’t figure it out, until he saw the smaller, feathered haired boy come up behind them. He started to chuckle under his breath, and Harry send him a glare that said “if you don’t shut the fuck up, I will punch you in the mouth”. (not that he could) He leaned down to hug his tanner other half mumbling some sort of term of endearment while kissing his cheek. Louis’ face scrunches up immediately as if he was thinking about something.
He got it quickly though and smacked Harry away with curses under his breath. “Harold, have you been smoking?” He asked with an accusatory finger pointed at Harry’s nose.
“Me? Smoking? Please, love, you know that I don’t smoke.” Everyone in their right mind could tell Harry was lying to Louis because when Harry was lying to Louis his voice went from a bass to a tenor in two seconds flat.
Louis huffed before turning away from him and pointing the same finger at Zayn. “I blame you for this. I hope you know.” He said with a glare. Zayn didn’t do anything but smirk. He wasn’t the type of alpha to demand punishment of any omega that showed disrespect. Besides one, he found this to be the most respect an omega could have for an alpha, willing to go against someone they know is stronger to protect them, even if it’s about smoke. And two, these two were funny as hell.
The omega walked away muttering something about being seven in the morning, and his mate was already pissing him off. Harry of course had the lost puppy dogs eyes and went after him leaving Zayn by his lonesome self. He walked down the halls to his homeroom. He didn’t have anyone he knew in that class. People knew him of course, but he didn’t bother to learn of their names.
By the time it was lunch, he only shared one class with Harry and the other two with Louis. Harry made him promise to make sure the alphas didn’t mess with his little omega because no matter how obvious either of them made their relationship, people still propositioned. Zayn already had to tell a guy to beat it because he was flirting with Louis right in front of him. Louis had little interest in the conversation, never actually looking away from the board.
Lunch was just the three of them in the corner of the cafeteria. Louis and Harry on one side. Zayn was on the other. Of course the couple was doing innocent couple things under the table, and of course, Zayn had to try to hide his envy of their relationship.
The rest of the day had both Harry and Louis in his classes until last period. Maths. He wasn't bad at maths to be honest, never really payed attention, but still got good notes. The only thing that sucked was he had no one to pass the time with.
He watched the kids file in slowly and then scatter when the bell rang. The teacher looked up from his desk and stood. “Hello class, I am Mr.-” The door opened again. This time a boy walked into class late. He wasn’t that much shorter than Zayn. Dyed blond hair, cute face, good body. He was an omega. Zayn could tell by his scent, which was intoxicating if you were curious. A thought ran through Zayn’s mind that maybe this kid was his mate.
“And you might be?” The teacher asked annoyed. Zayn expected the omega to look away from the alpha, to look embarrassed or something for being caught. He didn’t expect this omega to look the alpha dead in the eyes while saying “Niall Horan” in a thick Irish accent. The alpha glared for the lack of respect this omega was showing him. Niall just rolled his eyes, walking to the back of the class to the seat next to Zayn.
He was impressed with this kid to say the least. Most omegas would never try something like that, and the ones who did were usually mated to the alpha they were disrespecting. Hell, he didn’t even see that to betas.
“That was pretty ballsy, kid.” Zayn said scanning the delicious looking omega next to him.
The blue eyes flicked over to him, sizing him up. “Pretty sure I didn’t ask your opinion.”
Zayn raised an eyebrow. Now in the rare case that someone couldn’t sense his dominance, he was still a scary looking fucker. He had dark brown eyes to kill. Looks to die for that added to the bad boy sex appeal, and he certainly didn’t look weak because he wasn’t.
A part of him wanted to punish him right here and now until he was begging for forgiveness, but yet another part wanted to start a long psychological warfare that would break his will power down and submit to him. All of him was in agreement though. This kid was going to be his, oh yes, he certainly was.