"Oi!" One of the teammates from the opponent side is calling them from afar. Q ignores the Beta, focusing more on preparing himself for the game. Saw drags War along, having a small meeting in the middle of the basketball court.
"Let's play three games..."
"Three? That might take a long time! We already discussed this before! Two games, take it or leave it," Saw opposes the proposal.
"Ehey, gimme a face, will ya? My two friends over there; they rarely come for a visit. They live quite far, let them enjoy the game!"
War glances at Saw. With just a glance, he read the signal well.
"Can't do. Take it, or leave it..."
"Two grand. How's it?"
The offer makes them halt.
"We'll discuss this with the rest of the members first," says War. He tugs his twin's hand and drags him away.
"They ask for two grand..."
"Are you joking?" One of the teammates springs up from his seat.
"For three games..."
All eyes on Saw.
"That won't do, right? I mean, your twin should be back to his boarding before 12," says the other Alpha.
"They can't do it," says Saw, pointing his finger at Q and War. "But, we can."
"Seriously, Saw? Are you crazy or what?" War shrieks. "Three games with only five players and no subs? You're gonna get roasted!"
"I have no classes tomorrow, twin. I can do this. Besides, we have to do this, for the sake of the money," says Saw. He sighs, before he taps on War's shoulder. "It's best if you skip tonight. Don't worry. I'll give you some from my share."
"I don't want that money, all I care about right now is your well-being! Their game is ruthless and you need a lot of energy for that!" War tries to knock a sense out of Saw.
"Twin, don't worry. I am an Alpha. My stamina is like a running river! I've been practicing since forever!" Saw laughs faintly, rubbing War's hair softly. "Besides, we do need the money. So we can be together."
War blinks his eyes in sorrow, silently cursing his destiny for being an Omega. He knows Saw wants to use that money to move closer to him when he graduates later. He already arranged everything with the Alpha that bids War. He can't live far from his twin brother.
"There's no way we can play with no subs. Whether you like it or not, they have to join the game, Saw..." one of the player; a Beta, pats Saw's shoulder softly.
War and Q exchange looks before the sight falls on Saw. He's the captain, and he needs to make a decision.
Saw sighs, feeling overwhelmed by the pressure. Finally, he nods and demands everyone to gather around.
"Okay, here's the thing. War, stay close to me. I need you as my backup. You, and you—" Saw's finger points at two of his team mates. "One is the centre, and the other one guards. And Q..."
Q stares at Saw, waiting for his command attentively.
"You'll join us on the second game. Okay?"
Q nods. He feels much better for that. Since his body usually heated faster than a normal Omegas, he has to preserve the temperature, or the blue pill that he consumed will lose its effect.
So, the game begins. A ruthless one. This is normal when you play sports with them. No game will be easy. Alphas are known to be super competitive, not to metioned their body composition. They are more rugged, strong, with full stamina and agility. Compared to Beta, they usually quite lax, and calm. However, some Beta are skillful, a traits that come from their simple mind and good education.
From outside the court, Q look at them all the same. He can't distinguish which are Alphas or Betas, except for his team mates. Everyone is a good player, no joke. Even his Beta team mate plays well today.
However, among those players that running around in the court, Q keeps looking at the other person who is warming the bench at the other side. His black eyes compliments the dark brown shaggy mullet hair. Their eyes keep align to each other a few times, causing a shiver through Q's bone.
He lost in some theory on why he reacts that way towards the male. It's either he is a psychopath, or he's into the dark vibe. With that sleeveless black jersey and black shorts, he is indeed look mysterious.
"Q, warm up! Your turn next!" Saw howls from inside the court. Q nods, immediately walks to a secluded spot when he begins warming up for the game.
"Restless?" Q's heart skips when that very dark vibe male approaches him out of the blue. He puts his hands inside his pocket and take a good look at Q.
"I'm a veteran. This is nothing," says Q, which is true. It's not like he just starts play today.
"Can we warm up together? It's kinda bored not to have anyone to talk with," asks the male. Q glares around the opponent's side.
The bench is almost barren.
"Yeah," Q replies in short. Inside, he crosses his finger and pray that his Omega hormones won't leak out. He is no clue whether this male is an Alpha, or Beta? If he is a Beta, then, the worry is less. But, if he is an Alpha, it's dangerous for him.
They start warming up together, step by step. As the level gradually increase, they need to step up a bit. So did Q's body temperature. His cheek is getting red; a signal of getting too much heat.
"Gotta go now!" Q is about to rush back to his bench, avoiding the probability of getting exposed.
"Wait."
Perhaps, due to the nature as an Omega, Q halts. He then sneers, cursing himself. He should just walk away. Act like an Alpha, or maybe a Beta will do!
The male scoot closer to him. His sharp eyes glare wildly at Q. The boy tries to calm himself, repeatedly forcing himself to stay on act.
You're a Beta, Q! You're a Beta! Beta!
"Your necklace is nice."
Those words make Q stokes. He looks down, touching the bunny pendant with his index. A faint smile forms on his face as he nods.
"Better keep it safe. You don't wanna lost such a valuable memento," the male softly pats Q's shoulder, making him whimper a bit. He has quite a good grip; energetic and heavy. But, Q fails to trace anything Alpha pheromone from him.
He must be a Beta! Q murmurs silently.
Usually, Betas have no scents. They are basically plain and ordinary. That's why people loves hiring Betas. They are unaffected by any sorts of pheromones leak or war; either by Alphas or Omegas. Most of the Ou Academy's personnel are Betas. So, there won't be a problem for them to take care of the Omegas in the academy.
Betas are among the luckiest; they can choose Alphas and Omegas as their mate. Most Omegas prefer Betas; mainly because they are not aggressive like Alphas. They don't have ruts, and they can serve anytime they were needed. In a relationship with Betas, no one dominates. It's a normal give and take. For Alphas, they prefer Omegas than Betas. Usually, Betas are not as attractive as Omegas.
Q inhales calmly. The male is a Beta, and nothing is worrisome. He walks in breeze into the court, emptied his mind and focus on the game. It's a game of endurance. Another two, and they will get the money. His finger suddenly touch the necklace. Taking notes from the earlier warning, he takes it off and keep it in his pocket.
The male Beta is standing in front of him, maybe playing as a center. As they already breaking the ice, Q feels a bit relax. He can even smile at the male, though he keeps his poker face almost all the time.
"We're tossing the ball again," says the umpire. Q nods, ready to strike. He thought, facing a familiar face—though he got to know him for only ten minutes ago—at least he doesn't feel awkward. As he steps in the middle of the court, suddenly, the male Beta turns around and leave.
What? He's not the center? Q blinks his eyes in shock. He skims around, trying to find his opponent.
And that's when another male steps in, towering Q with his tall figure. Q looks up, accidentally locking gaze, and that's when he realizes...
This stranger is the one who he sees blue, pink and purple sky!
The whistle blows and the sound wakes Q fron the daydream. He jumps as high as he can, but no matter how high he flies, the male is levelling himself to that height. Their hands reach out the orange ball at the same time, causing a massive impact that send the ball almost offside. As Q lands on his feet, their eyes lock on each other. He almost lose his balance, when the male generously scoops him up and prevent his butt from slamming onto the hardwood floor.
Q feels the electric moment, zapping through his skin and he winces a bit. He later pushes the male away from him, face retorts out of frustration. The male utters his apology, but still can presents Q with a smirk.
He is crazy! Q shrieks inside.
As the game continues, Q is doing his best to avoid any confrontation with the male. But, no matter where he steps his feet on, the male keeps bugging him like a shadow. He even purposely brushed his hand onto Q's slim waist!
"Tsk!" Q turns his body away from the male. He just plays coy and smirk, as he walks towards the dark vibe Beta. They exchange glares as if sending a signal to each other. The look is kind of intimate, which confused Q, who already is flabbergasted by now.
"Q, are you okay?" War scoot closer, his hand slithers around Q's back.
"That motherfu—" Q restrains himself from cursing. "He keeps doing a body check on me! The problem is, he is so subtle that the umpire doesn't aware at all!"
"Should we change players now?" asks War.
"Never mind! I wanna fight him. Let's see who yeet out first!" Obnoxious Omega like Q takes everything he hates as a challenge. He always in a competitive mode, making him a wild Omega that never follow the rules.
Thus, Q keeps his sane on check. Whenever the male approaches him, he will dashes in a lightning speed into the D. He passes the ball to his shooting guard in breeze, and blocks anyone from him. His team's shooting guard is a skillful Beta; with one swings, he dunks the ball in the most dramatic pose ever.
A satisfying feeling washes away the restless in Q. However, not for long. As the ball again in his hand, that weird male, again, pestering him. But, this time, he bring his dark vibe Beta to join the sandwich party. Q can't even move left and right, and when he passes the ball to War, the mate brushes his hand on Q's body. This time, it is so close to his pheromone gland.
Q whimpers in shock, his body almost falling backwards. But, the dark vibe Beta pushes him directly towards the weird male, causing a minor collision between them. And, again, he manages to contact Q's body.
"Hey!" Q wiggles away, knocking the weird male with his shoulder as he escapes from the party. His body temperature starts to spike up and that's not a good signal.
These strangers are troublesome!