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Colby & Phil- Alpha/Omega
[REGISTRATION 7/01/16 THROUGH 9/31/16:
“Grab a ticket that coordinates to your phenotype and get in your assigned line. If you need assistance the help desk is located to the right of the front entrance!”
“DO NOT loose your ticket, all participants get ONE ticket only!”
Scanning, printing, beeping, talking, shouting, arguing, screaming children, the noises building layer upon layer creating an almost deafening atmosphere. It should be illegal to have this many people in an enclosed area at once. What the hell did they expect to happen when trying to filter through the entire unmated population of Chicago and its surrounding cities in like three months.
“Alphas and Omegas being corralled into lines and forced to register for “Assisted Mating”. Wow did the the government want to remind us that we were owned by them or what?” Colby grumbled as he glanced over the extremely personal questions on one of the 3 novel like surveys he was given to fill out. He almost immediately felt a pointy elbow jam up into his ribs.
“AHHggh! Alexa!” Colby hissed and dropped his hand down to shield his now aching side, simultaneously glaring at the tiny blonde seated next to him.
Alexa did nothing to signal an apology and simply went back to filling out the questions on her own surveys.
“Fuck.You.” He growled and began to stroke his tender skin through the quilted material of his hoodie.
With that the blonde “threateningly” pointed her elbow at the same spot in his side and snapped “Shut up and fill out the damn papers!”
Colby sighed and rolled his eyes before glaring down at the stack of papers in his hands. He didn’t want to sit here all day and explain his life story in writing to a bunch of strangers who’s only goals are to smash him and some Alpha together and force them to mate. Colby didn’t want to do this at all...so he tried distracting himself. First, he thought about what the desk lady had said:
“Remember to fill out the surveys honestly, that way the NOAA can match you up with the perfect Alpha!” The chubby brunette with glasses at the Omega assigned booth had said, she was way to cheery for someone who had to repeat the same line one hundred plus times an hour. But then again she was probably getting $15.00+ an hour to sit on her ass all day.
Next, he tried thinking about what his father had said:
“This will be good for you, its just like dating but so much easier!”
Then, about what his mother had said:
“C’mon hunny, you haven’t been the same since you and Marek broke up, it’ll be good for you. Alphas are so much better than Betas!”
And finally, he thought about what his best friend, Alexa had said:
“If you don’t take this opportunity, you’re gonna be alone for the rest of your life...or at least until you learn to lower your standards.”
Unfortunately nothing could distract him enough from the fact that his future was going to be decided by a bunch of 40+ year olds who sit behind desks all day and then go home and probably watch Seinfeld or something.