I couldnt take it anymore so I walked over to where Jericho was standing with his friends and asked him bravely:

"Can I talk to you?"

"Looks like the Omegas these days are making the first move!" one of the guys said.

I looked at him and rolled my eyes. Shitty People like him just gave me more reasons to dislike Alphas.

Jericho glared at the guy and stepped aside so we could talk.

"Why do you keep staring at me," I asked "it's uncomfortable considering what happened today. So just stop," I said sternly 

"Sorry. I didn't mean to keep staring at you. It's just that I've been feeling really shitty about what I did today"

"Well, you staring doesn't help. Does it?" I said

"I guess I was just looking for a chance to apologize. I didn't mean to release my pheromones so suddenly" Jericho said

"Yeah, you better be sorry. You need to have better control of your body" I said

"I do," Jericho said "But it's just that my bodies been...changing recently"

"Your kidding right?" I said angrily "Body changes? are you twelve?"

I looked at Jericho's pale face. Somehow I got the feeling that he wasn't lying. 

"What changes are you going through," I asked trying to be sympathetic 

"You see my fangs just started to grow out" Jericho opened his mouth and I moved closer so I could see clearly. I saw Jericho's tiny fangs pushing out and it was the cutest thing I had ever seen in a while so I laughed. 

Jericho started to blush as I tried my best to pull back my laughter.

"I'm surprised to see an Alpha your age growing out his fangs," I said

"I guess I'm a late bloomer. " Jericho said "Anyway, with my fangs growing out my pheromones have just been all over the place especially when I get a little annoyed"

"Well, then I wish you all the best" I smiled at Jericho and made my way through the crowd. I found myself once again searching for my two friends who were impossible to find.

I decided to just sit around and just wait for them to find me instead. As I stood around and waited I saw someone I never thought I would see again.

My First Crush Benjamin was standing right in front of me.