Leadership and that War class were really fun. Especially with Abel. Every time I talked to him, he'd scowl and glare at me. After that, nothing interesting happened. It's after school, and I took the day off because today is tryouts for the lacrosse team. I heard that Abel was part of the team, and I had to try out. Not just to bother him, but I also like the sport. After tryouts, my brother said that the football team was coming to stay over at our place. I don't mind, as long as he doesn't leave me alone again. Last time they figured it out, and I can't lie to my brother again. 

I'm making my way to the locker room, bag in hand. There's so much noise coming from the locker room, it sounds like a zoo. I feel so nervous. My palms are a bit sweaty, but I can't let them sense my fear. Or smell it. I don't know how they figure it out, I'm not like them. I reach a hand out, grabbing and twisting the door nob. as it opens to reveal a bunch of Betas and Alphas, The room goes silent as they see me, an Omega runt, standing at the door with a grin. They all stopped roughhousing, staring at me as I walk through the door. Demitree is by the door, giving me an encouraging smile, and changing. Abel sits at the end of the lockers, tying his shoes. I smirk, knowing exactly where to go. He probably noticed the change in the air, but chose to ignore it.

As I make my way to him, everyone stares at me with wide eyes. No one expected an Omega. Typical. But, I'm here, and I'm gonna show all of them up. Just wait. Once I reach the back of the room, I toss my bag next to Abel and start to strip off my jacket and overshirt. I have two on because I get cold really easily. Abel finally finishes his shoes, not bothering to even glance at me. I keep on my white t-shirt and pull on a navy blue old shirt that fit me loosely. 

"You better keep up out there, short stack. I don't like slackers," I fell a strange warmth spread in my chest. I was expecting to tell me to go tryout for cheer or something. Maybe track. That's what my brother tells me to do. He just doesn't want me to get hurt, and I'm thankful that someone cares. 

"Hey, worry about yourself, alright big guy? I got myself handled," I genuinely smile. It feels good to be accepted. Smiling like this is so weird and foreign. It feels good.

"Psh. Yeah, right. You'll probably trip and fall on your face on the way out," I feel my face heat up. He might be right, but we'll have to find out.