Isaac ducked into the bathroom, slipped into a stall, and locked it, all seemingly in one smooth motion. The Alpha preferred to choose when he stood out, adept at hiding in the background and avoiding notice when needed. Today he was using that skill to ditch his World History class and get some breakfast.
The bell rang, the bathroom emptied out, and now it was time to wait about 10 minutes to avoid the final hallway checks a lot of their teachers did. About 5 minutes later he heard the bathroom door bust open, slam shut, and then get locked. There were two people and he hoped they didn’t draw any unwanted attention to his hiding spot. So of course the first thing they started doing was arguing. Loudly.
“You said you would have it, Stilinski!” Jackson Whittemore practically shouted.
“And you said you would have my money.” Stiles responded calmly.
Thankfully Jackson dropped his volume to match, “I have your money, you dick.”
“Not all of it,” Stiles scoffed, “And I don’t work for promises.”
“Can you do something?! I have practice today!” Jackson was getting loud again.
“Dude, chill. I’ve got a little charm here that can keep you suppressed, just don’t forget it in your locker when you shower. Though, you probably don’t want to get it wet, either. You know what, just don’t shower.” Stiles paused briefly before adding, “and don’t get too close to any alphas. This isn’t going to protect you from pheromones.”
“Fine, here. And don’t forget, you promised not to tell anyone.”
Isaac could hear the shuffling of hands and items before one of the guys quickly left. The remaining guy walked over to one of the sinks and sighed. Isaac heard the sound of a deep inhale before a long pause and then an exhale.
“Fucking Jackson,” Stiles mumbled.
Isaac decided to step out of his hiding place, there was no way the druid didn’t already know he was there anyway. He nodded to Stiles's reflection and watched as the druid hit his vape again. Isaac decided he might as well ask his question, the worst thing that could happen was Stiles making fun of him and that was already a 50/50 anyway.
“So, Whittemore’s an omega?” Isaac raised an eyebrow at Stiles.
“Yep.” Stiles shrugged.
“Gotta admit, didn’t expect you to just tell me.”
“No reason not to. You already overheard our conversation and it’s not like I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“He literally said, and I quote word for word: ‘you promised not to tell anyone’.” Isaac tilted his head, “Word for word.”
“Nah, he decided I said that. I didn’t promise him anything.” Stiles said the next part more to himself than Isaac, “I hate promises. Way too much accountability.”
“Don’t you mean responsibility?”
Stiles took another hit of his vape and inhaled the next word to keep it in, “No.”
“Well, good to know,” Isaac turned to leave.
Stiles finally exhaled and then mumbled, “You can do better.”
Isaac looked over his shoulder, “What?”
“There’s so many better omegas you could stick your dick in, man. One of the Steiner twins. I’d even pick Greenberg over Jackson. You can do better than that insecure, vain-ass jock.”
“I could.” Isaac shrugged and opened the door.
As he left he heard Stiles mumble, “Gaia take me,” Stiles sighed again and shook his head, “he’s going to fuck him...”
