After P.E., I didn't see the short kid. He seemed to have vanished with 'Demi' as soon as the bell had rung. I still don't know his name, but my head hurts too much to really care. I want to go to the nurse, but I have some stupid dance class right now. Coach wants all of us to take at least one. She claims that it's good for our agility, or some S#!t. I want to lay down.  I am struggling to make my to dance, and my loud, annoying group of friends follow me. I would usually just dismiss it or join in, but not today. Today, my head was splitting open, and I started to see spots. I got in the classroom, plopping down on the black matt covering the floor. I lay down, not bothering to do any other form of movement. It hurt too much. A familiar scent filled the room, and my headache vanishes. I lift my head, wanting to see some sort of healing candle thing, but do you know what I see? That annoying little Omega with his little group of friends. 

There was the one Alpha dude from earlier, and some Alpha wannabe. I groan, flopping back down on the matt. Class doesn't start for another two minutes. I feel three pairs of eyes on me. probably the group. I don't look up this time, drowning in my own self-pity. The group had silently come in, sitting on the matt right behind me. Did they really have to do that?

"Of all the places, did you really have to pick right there?" I was lying with my eyes closed, and growled at the group. When I opened my eyes, the Omega was hovering over me, staring down at me intently. For some reason, my face heated up immensely. He smirked, opening his treacherous mouth to speak. 

"Sorry, but this is the best spot in the whole room," He shrugged, making me want to throw him out of the window. It would be easy, seeing as he's ten pounds. Really though, through his baggy clothes, you can see that he's extremely skinny. Probably about 100 pounds underweight for a teenager. What does eh eat? Is he okay? Why do I care so much? 

"Yeah, well go make somewhere else the best place," I glared up at him, as he pushed my hair out of my eyes. I growled again, grabbing his wrist, and pulling him down. He lets out a satisfactory yelp, falling right beside me. I fell on his face, and was complaining about how rude I am or something stupid like that. He turns my victory on me, sadly, rolling on his back like me. We are sitting with our heads right next to each other, nd his body opposite of mine. He opens his mouth to say something, but the bell interrupts him. Even after the bell, we sit like that for a second, staring at each other. Sadly, the teacher interrupts our staring contest, starting class. 

"Ok, kiddies, stop monkeying around, and sit up!" I fell like the entire sentence was directed more towards us, seeing as the rest of the class had been silent as soon as the Omega had laid next to me. He smoothly sat up, whereas I bolted up. He turned to face the teacher, but I was already facing her. Thank goodness. If I had been facing him, he would have seen my face. I could feel the dark red blush decorating my cheeks. I had darker skin, so maybe it wouldn't show? But then again, he had dark skin, and it was very noticeable on him. Why am I even blushing? I'm not gay, so why?

The teacher babbled on about some useless stuff we were supposed to do everyday, and began showing us our first choreographed dance. Turns out this dance class was hip-hop. At least it wasn't ballet or something, right? I was slowly doing it along with the class, hating how slow they were. In the middle of it, I look in the mirror lining the wall. I don't know what I was looking for, but I found myself watching him. He moved like the devil. Sure, it was angelic and all that, but it was also really f*@%!&g hot, and made me want to-

"Mr. King, please keep up with the class," the teacher cut off my thoughts before they could go to the gutter. Apparently, I had stopped dancing, and she had noticed. What would I have thought if she hadn't stopped me? Why does he keep making his way to the front of my mind? I just met him, and hate him so far! I guess I'll have to wait to find out.

I couldn't seem to concentrate after the first incident, and he looked so good. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to make him mine. NO! Stop it, idiot. That's never gonna happen. Not in a million years. But, is It bad If I really want it to? Is it gross? Wrong? I'm not so sure anymore. The thing that I had been taught to hate growing up in church, was now the one thing I desired. Who cares about the rest? I can go to hell for all I care. I just really want him. 

I made sure to keep dancing, not wanting to grab the teachers attention. She was a really young sweet Beta woman. Nowhere near as sweet as he probably is though.

Alright, I need to shape up or ship out, because this is ridiculous. I don't like him, he doesn't like me, and being gay is wrong. I've known this for forever, why am I questioning myself now? This has been drilled into my head for forever, and yet now I don't believe it. I hate myself. 

Halfway through class, my Arall*decided to tell me why I kept thinking about him. He was my Cymar*.

*Translation and explanation at the bottom.