• SCOMEGA • |Man X Man|

•Vingt-Huit•

Scott walks out of class in a huff of indignation and frustration at Robyn's adamance about Shawn being his partner. The blond seriously wondered and theorized on whether or not this was all apart of some elaborate scheme to have the annoying Alpha taken off her hands by Mitch, through death.

Scott fingers the pockets of his overalls as he sulks, not at all wanting to have to be a mediator for when Mitch decides to pick–a probably unnecessary–fight with the slightly taller brunette Alpha. Especially not when he'll most likely be more prone to violent outbursts as the omegas heat approaches.

"Cute overalls, my kid sister loves watching that show. My Little Pony was it?" Scott is genuinely startled and snapped out of his train of thought at the heavy weight around his neck and shoulders.

He peers over at the Alpha incredulously, stunned at his sudden boldness as it pertained to touching him so casually and then sprouting nonsense. The blond wastes no time in promptly shrugging off Shawn's hefty arm as sass coats his next words. "Which pony would this even be? Rarity is white with a purple mane and Rainbow Dash is blue with a rainbow mane. This is just a random pony that's white with a rainbow mane."

Shawn raises his hand in a surrender motion, walking along side Scott, steps perfectly synchronized as if this interaction has been a routine of theirs or like they're old friends. "Ohhhh we have an expert on our hands huh? Well my bad beautiful, I'm just trying to make conversation with my new partner. I wanna get to know who I'll be working with for three whole weeks."

Scott shuffles farther away from him, creating an appropriate, uncompromising amount of space between them, so that if Mitch was to pop out from the shadows, that they'd be safe. "I don't have the plague you know. I got all my immunization shots, I promise. I'm also well trained, I don't bite unless I'm given the okay."

The blond omega halts his steps and pins the Alpha with a stern stare, hands placed firmly on his hips with his lips in a tight smile. "Okay listen here Hernandez–

"It's Mendes actually but please do go on Hoying." Scott ignores the snort followed by a playful smile exhibited by the carefree Alpha as he continues.

"My Alpha is not–" Scott pauses, glancing up to the ceiling thoughtfully as he tries to phrase this in the nicest yet most straightforward way possible–trying his hardest to not paint his mate as some aggressive asshole–.

Sadly, every possible adjective that could be used to properly explain their situation would do just that.

"Nice? As in he's literally an overbearing son of a– sorry but yea I know... The whole school knows of Mr.Mitch Grassi but I got permission to actually interact with you for an important assignment so I'm sure he won't mind too much." Scott raises a brow, sending the oblivious Alpha an expression that clearly questioned the validity of his last few words.

"You're not sure of anything. You're an unmated Alpha and you're all up in a mated omegas space, probably unintentionally contaminating me with your scent. That alone is enough to trigger Mitch so just don't touch me." Scott blanches, jaw loosening more and more as the brunette goes into his jeans and pulls out his phone.

A phone which he then proceeds to unlock. The overall clad male 'tsks' in annoyance when he realizes that Shawn wasn't listening to a word he said, instead rapidly typing away on his phone as if he has no regard for his own safety.

Scott face palms–well he does a mock one, not actually touching his face in an effort to reduce the risk of messing up his make up–a resigned look plastered on his face as he flicks the brunette on his forehead to gain his attention.