The next day, Robin really doesn’t want to go anywhere. He feels embarrassed about the revelations from last night (he has no idea why he thought he could keep his nature hidden from Jude of all people) and he’s also just generally had this weird feeling in his gut since...
Then stop fighting me.
Since Jude essentially treated him like an omega.
So, obviously Robin has known for a while that he is an omega and Jude is an alpha. He’s also well aware that generally, no matter the gender, when an alpha and an omega get close to each other... well, stuff can happen. It doesn’t matter if it’s just friendship either, alphas and omegas were specifically designed to be with each other—partially because most omegas are women and most alphas are men, so it was necessary to grow the population.
Obviously there are exceptions, and betas exist, so it’s not like the two secondary genders have to be together. It’s just, well, if you’re not already mated to someone, it can be difficult to resist.
This is just common knowledge. Robin has always known about it. He just failed to ever even think about applying it to he and Jude’s relationship.
This is where the problem is. Robin woke up at 5 AM, with a solid four hours of sleep, and hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the way Jude was talking and looking at him last night. The deeper tone of voice he spoke with and the way his eyes were so focused and intimidating, never leaving Robin. Robin has never been treated like that before, but it seems like when they started talking about how omega-like Robin is, Jude just kind of... went with it, at least for a few minutes.
Robin isn’t sure if Jude realized the way he was acting, and he’s pretty sure Jude will be back to his normal fiery, disrespectful self today, however...
Robin can’t stop thinking about the way it made him feel, and how he wants it to happen again. How, for the first time in his life, he kind of wants Jude to treat him like an omega.
Robin isn’t sure why, and he doesn’t really want to think about it too much. It goes against everything he’s worked so hard for all these years.
The amount of precautions he’s taken to cover up his omega status are just this side of obsessive. He’s not used to feeling this way, and he’s not sure why he feels this way, but he does know one thing:
It needs to stop. If he gets even a little comfortable with his secondary gender, everything he worked for will shatter. Jude can’t know, even though the concept of it didn’t seem to bother him, he still can’t find out. So many bad things could happen if Robin stops being careful, so he refuses to allow himself to enjoy, or even think about...
His intimidating blue eyes pierce through Robin’s own.
Robin gulps, eyes fluttering closed.
Their noses would be touching if the alpha was any closer.
God... if Jude was any closer...
Robin shoots up to a sitting position as his alarm starts going off. It’s pointless, since he’s been awake for two hours already. His troubling thoughts scatter, though the warm feeling is still there.
Robin needs to get a handle on this. Fast.
He sighs, climbing out of bed and following his normal routine. It’s Thursday, so he only has one more day to get through after this one, and it’ll finally be the weekend. After that, he only has two more months and then he’s out of high school altogether. Thank god.
All Robin thinks about when he takes a shower is Jude. Their secondary genders never got to him before, but now, for some reason...
Okay, Robin needs to pull himself together. He absolutely cannot face Jude today with his mind like this.
Robin shakes his head, running his hand through his hair as he eventually finishes up his shower, brushes his teeth, and exits his bedroom. When he walks downstairs he finds his sister leaving to catch the bus. He honestly half wishes he rode the bus too, but unfortunately Jude is his ride to and from school every day.
Robin sighs, rubbing his nose and trying to keep his nerves down. He may be an omega by nature, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try his damn best to erase as much of it as he can.
Maybe Robin can research some different suppressants? See if there are any stronger ones? Perhaps there’s something out there that could make it so he practically doesn’t even have a secondary gender. Yeah, Robin should look into that later, when he’s not around Jude.
Suddenly, he hears honking outside, and he begins making his way out of the house. He assumes his parents are either at work or the gym, but he doesn’t bother looking to say goodbye. He’s never been all that close with them, anyway. He can’t remember the last full conversation they had with each other, or a single instance in recent years where they exchanged greetings or said goodbye.
Robin walks out his front door and immediately spots Jude’s grey mustang waiting in the driveway. Robin adjusts his bag on his shoulder, taking a deep breath. He can do this. He can stop acting like an omega. He will make eye contact! He will stop doing everything Jude says!
Please, holy shit. Stop doing everything Jude says.
Robin opens the passenger side door and slides into the vehicle, hearing a rap song playing on the radio somewhat loudly. Jude turns it down at Robin’s entrance.
“Wow, you look like shit. Did you sleep at all last night?”
“Yeah, I got like six hours,” Robin lies easily. He does not need Jude knowing that he barely got any sleep last night, because then the alpha will want to know why, and Robin is not dealing with that.
Jude hums. “Still not good. Call me next time or take melatonin.”
Robin has to physically restrain himself from agreeing. He decides upon just ignoring that and staring out the window as they drive to school. Robin and Jude’s first period classes are next to each other, and upon arrival, they both make their way that direction.
Okay, everything seems pretty normal now. Jude didn’t mention last night, and Robin won’t either. It never happened.
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In Robin’s final class, he doesn’t have any friends. To be honest, he doesn’t really talk to anybody aside from Jude. There are a few people he’s been in school with for a long time that he considers to be friends, but even then it’s mostly because they’ve known each other so long. However, there are no such people in his final class of the day, and they use computers, so he spends the time freely looking at Omega Behavioral Suppressants.
Nobody sits around him, so he isn’t worried about being found out. Still, he looks with caution.
Robin is surprised that a lot of this medicine is over the counter. As in, he could literally just walk into a drug store and buy some.
He immediately makes plans after school. He already has his scent blocker prescription ready, which he needs to pick up. He will just grab these along the way. Robin’s place of work is only a couple of blocks from the school, so Jude doesn’t give him a ride most days. So, Robin tells Jude he has work today, and that takes care of that problem.
Robin didn’t even bring his phone today, so that stops him from being tracked. The plan is foolproof. Jude will most likely not contact him the rest of the day, aside from probably saying goodnight—but Robin will be home for that.
When the bell finally rings, Robin wastes absolutely no time. He rushes out of the room, and begins walking down the street. He tries not to feel guilty as he passes the hair salon, hating how much he has to lie to keep this one secret.
Thankfully the drug store isn’t that far, and with how fast he’s walking he reaches one in record time. Robin immediately puts his hood up to help conceal his identity. He’s never actually bought something omega-related in person before, so he’s a little nervous on that front. His prescription medicine is kept very private, and he trusts the pharmacist... but what if he knows the cashier?
Robin takes deep breaths in an attempt to soothe his nerves. He picks up his prescriptions first, before cautiously making his way to the medicine aisle, then to the corner that specializes in omega-based products. He looks around to make sure the coast is clear. It is.
Robin realizes his arm is shaking, as he reaches out to look for the brand that was rated the best, and he begins to feel frustrated with himself. Calm down!
The best brand for this was called Omegex. He spots several products of the brand, but now he just needs to find the specific behavioral suppressant.
It doesn’t take him long, and he gets the highest dosage they have. Okay. He’s halfway there.
Robin thankfully doesn’t know the cashier. The whole transaction goes swimmingly, he asks her to put it all on the card on file, and he’s pretty sure she didn’t even look at what he was buying. She even gives him a bag that isn’t see through, and before he knows it he’s back on his way home.
God, that was agonizing. It actually went a lot better than he thought it would, though. He was honestly expecting everything to go wrong, though he doesn’t know why. He just has this bad feeling in his gut, and for some reason, it still hasn’t gone away.
He’s about three quarters of the way to his house, when said feeling makes sense.
About 90% of the time, when things go wrong in Robin’s life, there is one specific guy that is the cause. Unsurprisingly, this time is no different. He is reminded of this when he’s suddenly being shoved against the brick wall of the building he’d been walking past. He inwardly curses taking the alleyway shortcut. He probably should’ve seen this coming.
“What’s that?” Miles Novak asks, standing in front of Robin. He honestly looks a little freaky in the dim lighting of the alley, and Robin is surprised to find there is nobody with the guy. He can’t remember the last time he saw Miles alone.
“Miles, please leave me alone. Just this once.” Robin says, tone not quite pleading. He starts to realize how sticky the situation is when he remembers what’s in the bag. Oh fuck, if Miles reads one label... it’s all over. Robin can kiss all his current relationships, and Jude, goodbye.
He has to be careful about this.
“Leave you alone? After what your fucking bodyguard did to me? No way in hell.” The guy snarls, and Robin takes a moment to really examine his face.
Wow, Jude really messed this guy up. He has a black eye and a swollen nose, as well as a cut by his eye. That’s not even counting what’s under the clothes. He’s probably way worse. There’s no way Jude could have gotten all that blood on him from the one small cut on Miles’ face. All this, because of some bruising on Robin’s neck.
“I told him to let it go, don’t take this out on me.” Robin says, trying to sound more confident than he actually is.
"Don’t tell me what to fucking do. Show me what’s in the bag.”
Yeah, Miles is really pissed. Robin has no idea how to get out of this situation unscathed. Miles reaches for the bag, and on instinct, Robin hides it behind his back. Miles growls, and Robin tries to look more confident than he feels.
Miles raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re fucking protective. What’re you hiding? Tampons? Probably.”
Robin resists the urge to roll his eyes. “Take this up with Jude. Stop pulling me into it.”
“Give me the bag.”
“Why do you want it?” Robin asks way too defensively. Oh, Miles is very suspicious of him. The more Robin resists, the more the guy wants the bag. The guy is too smart for his own good. Robin is starting to not see a way out of this.
Robin can only assume Miles plans on stealing whatever he bought, or maybe he thinks it’s something he can bully Robin about. Yeah, no doubt Miles is hoping he will find something embarrassing.
The guy snaps, and before Robin can even react, his face hurts and he’s seeing stars. He crashes against the brick wall as Miles’ fist collides with his cheek, but he still hangs on to the bag.
Robin opens his eyes, now leaning completely against the wall. He slides down a bit, his hood falling off so his whole head is revealed.
“Why are you such a useless fucking abortion? Hand over the bag before I make you look worse.”
Robin shakes his head, and then he’s being grabbed by the hair. He’s forced to meet Miles’ eyes, which makes him immediately uncomfortable.
Miles pulls him forward, then bashes Robin’s head against the wall. He also stomps on Robin’s knee, which causes the omega to lean forward in hopes of easing the pain. In grabbing for his leg, he drops the bag, and that’s all Miles needs. He grabs it within a second, and begins rooting through the contents.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Robin lost. Miles is gonna... he’s gonna know, and he’ll tell everyone.
Robin can kiss his 14-year friendship with Jude goodbye. How could he let this happen? How could he be so stupid?
“I fucking knew it.”
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