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Todd looked up at his father, a blush spreading across his face. There were so many people around them-Todd just couldn't take it. His father sighed.
"Its only a few years, Todd. Make them count. Look at your brother. He was valedictorian!" Mr. Anderson said.
"I'll try my best, Father." Todd said.
"What are you not going to do?"
"Tell anyone that I'm an Omega."
"Good. Act like an Alpha, or at least a Beta. And son, do not let your mother and I down."
"I'll try not to, s-sir."
Mr. Anderson patted Todd on the shoulder before leaving Todd in the crowded breezeway alone. Todd picked up his bags and headed for his dorm, making it only a little over halfway when a boy came up behind him.
"I'm Neil Perry, your dorm mate." The boy, Neil, said, sticking out his hand.
"Todd Anderson. N-Nice to m-meet you." Todd stuttered, cursing himself.
"This your first year at Welton?"
"Yes."
"Welcome aboard! Are you ready for discipline and excellence?"
Todd simply shrugged.
"Oh. I get it. Strong but silent type. That's cool."
Todd flashed blue eyes at the brunette Alpha. Todd nearly stopped dead in his tracks as he admired the handsome boy. He tried not to dwell on it, remembering his father's words from the ride to the school.
'No son of mine will be a queer. Don't you dare think for a second that you are allowed to bond with a male Alpha.'
Todd followed Neil to their dorm, which was promptly filled with five other boys. Todd was starting to feel self-conscious, and he knew that was not good, because then he would get upset and puke on everything. Or cry. He had a bad habit of doing that, too. Neil talked to the boys as if they were old friends, and one boy pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Another boy, a red head, looked at Todd in curiosity.
"Neil, aren't you going to introduce us to your roommate?" He asked.
"Chill, Cameron. Guys this is Todd Anderson. Todd, these are my friends Knox Overstreet, Steven Meeks, Gerard Pitts, Richard Cameron, and Charlie Dalton." Neil said.
"Hey, Todd." The boys chimed.
"H-Hi." Todd whispered, his stutter prominent once again.
There was a knock on the door and suddenly another older gentleman stepped into the room. Neil let out a low groan, which made Todd blush in anticipation. He whimpered silently. His heat was coming early this month. Neil approached the older gentleman with a false smile.
"Hello, Father." Neil said.
"Neil, we need to talk. Alone." The man, Mr. Perry, said sternly.
The duo walked out of the room, leaving the six boys alone together. Todd quickly cracked open a book and tried to be unnoticeable, which, for him, usually wasn't hard. But he couldn't deny that he was curious about what Neil and his father were talking about.
"You have too many extracurricular activities, Neil. The yearbook is the most frivolous one. This is not up for debate. You are quitting the yearbook." Mr. Perry said.
Neil looked up at his father, his eyes burning with anger and a little bit of defiance. "Yes sir." He said, his voice full of false politeness.
Mr. Perry clapped his hand on his son's shoulder before walking away. Neil growled before walking back into his dorm. He couldn't believe his father! Couldn't he understand that Neil loved working on the yearbook commitie? That he didn't want to be a doctor? Todd looked up as Neil slammed the door.
"Are you okay, Neil?" Todd asked quietly.
"I'm fine, Todd. Don't worry." Neil said, a real smile now plastered on his face.
"What was your old man all worked up about?" Charlie asked.
"Told me I have to quit the yearbook because I have too many extracurricular activities. He's so infuriating sometimes."
Todd shifted uncomfortably as Neil growled again. He felt heat pool in the pit of his stomach and then his stomach started to clench and cramp. His eyes widened. This was not good. His first day at school, and he was going into heat.
'I'm three weeks early! This can't be happening, not now!' Todd thought.
Todd quickly grabbed a slip of paper from the pocket of his suitcase and ran out of the room and to the infirmary. The rest of the boys watched him go, eyebrows raised. The new kid was weird-really weird. Neil was worried Todd was sick from being in a room with too many new people, maybe stressed to his limit. Neil shrugged it off, making a mental note to watch his new roommate and went back to talking with his friends.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson. I am Mr. Keating, and I will be helping you though your heat." The man, Mr. Keating, said.
"Y-Yes sir." Todd whimpered quietly.
"Okay then! Do you know how this works?"
"N-No sir. I-I've never been in h-heat away from h-home."
"Well, that's not a problem. All I'm going to do is use something to try to satisfy that empty feeling you are having. So, if you are okay with it, I need you to take off your pants and underwear."
"I, uh, I- You won't tell a-anyone, right?"
"Of course not. Strictly confidential."
Todd blushed a deep crimson as he started to take off his pants, telling himself that this was okay, that he was a teacher and he had a right to know what was going on with him. Todd finisshed undressing and laid back down on the bed, his face once again buried by pillows. Mr. Keating gently laid a hand on the young blonde's back. Todd shivered as he felt something cold touch his backside and then his entrance. He let out a surprised yelp as the cold item pushed into his entrance. It wasn't a pleasant sensation, and it streched his hole and it burned. He hadn't been having heats long enough, so he wasn't self-lubricating just yet. But the unpleasant sensation went away and it was replaced by a feeling of contentment and fullness, which had Todd moaning quietly in pleasure.
"Does that feel a little better?" Keating asked seriously.
"Y-Yes s-sir." Todd whimpered, embarrassed.
"My job is done then. I will see you in a few days, Todd. I hope you feel better."
Todd nodded and kept his face hidden. He really didn't want Mr. Keating to see the tears of mixed emotion running down his face. When he heard the door close, he dared to look up from his hiding spot and curl up into the fetal position, trying to stop the cramps in his stomach. He was glad that Mr. Keating had left the lights on. Todd would never admit it, but he was slightly afraid of the dark. It was too deep and consuming. Todd was suddenly consumed by another wave of need and he found himself moaning Neil's name, but he too caught up in his heat now to care. He didn't know how to satisfy his need any further, so he just let himself continue to cry and whimper Neil's name.
Then came English.
He walked into his English classroom, staring at the ground as the took a seat in the first row. He took out a pencil and a notebook, setting them up neatly. He then looked up to the chalkboard and saw him. The man who had helped him through his heat the last two days. Todd looked away again, not wanting to make eye contact with Mr. Keating. He had been kind of out of it during his heat; he had no idea what kind of things he had told the brunette educator. He saw Neil out of the corner of his eye as he walked into the room.
"Todd, hey! How are you feeling?" Neil asked, a smile on his face.
"B-Better. Thank y-you." Todd stammered.
"What did ya have, Todd? Stomach bug?" Charlie asked.
"N-no. I-I was st-stressed and it made m-me s-sick."
"Do ya stutter like that all the time?"
Todd blushed. Of course his stupid stutter had to make him the odd one out. Todd turned back to the board just in time to meet Keating's gaze.
"Glad you could join us, Mr. Anderson. And just in time for the first day." Keating said.
Todd nodded silently, his eyes now glued to his desk. He couldn't believe that his English teacher had seen him in heat. It made Todd ashamed, embarrassed of his alignment.
'Guess I know how Mother and Father feel.' Todd thought.
Todd looked up as Keating started to whistle and walk out of the classroom. The boys just stared at him as if he were mad.
"Well, come on! Into the hallway!" Keating said, disappearing into the hallway once again.
The boys got up and walked into the hallway, where Mr. Keating started to spout off some poetry by Walt Whitman. He gave the boys a mischievous look.
"Can anyone tell me what that first line means? Anyone? No? Carpe Diem, boys. It is Latin for seize the day. I want you to look at these display cases. You walk by them everyday, but have you ever really looked at them? These boys are just like you. Same haircuts, same ambition. The difference? These boys are now fetilizing daffodils. And if you listen closely, you can hear their final advice." Keating said, leaning in.
"Carpe diem. Don't live like us. Seize the day." Keating whispered, his voice raspy.
The boys all looked at Keating, their minds playing over Mr. Keating's words. Neil smiled a little and Todd hid in the corner as usual, trying to go unnoticed. Carpe Diem. Now that was something Neil could get on board with.
"Hey, Todd. So, how sick were you? I didn't know people stressed you out that badly. Maybe a pretty Omega gal would have been a better surprise, huh?" Neil joked, sitting on his bed.
"Yeah." Todd said softly.
"I go more for Betas myself. Omegas are kinda ditzy, you know? And boy are they emotional. Scared of everything. Hell, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were an Omega, with how shy you are."
"Y-Yeah. They sure can be a pain."
"Anyway, sorry about the whole making you sick thing. Glad you were better in time for class."
"Thanks."
"So, you going to come to study group?"
"Uh, s-sure."
Neil smiled and clapped him on the shoulder before bidding him farewell and walking out the door. Todd told him he'd be there in a moment. Todd started to cry a little. Of course the most attractive Alpha in the school didn't have a thing for Omegas. It hurt that Neil had said that. It made Todd feel ditzy and stupidly emotional. He shruggedit off, telling himself that Neil didn't know, and went towards the main room for study group.