The Omega

Chapter Three

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The Next Day...

Stiles feet carried him as he raced through the cafeteria. He was quick to place his food tray down on the table before practically jumping into his seat, eyes darting around the room looking for any sign of Scott, Issac or Jackson. The past few hours had been non stop hard work for him avoiding the troublesome trio. Everywhere he went or looked, one of the boys (or more than one of them) would be gazing at him in ways that forced him into a constant state of arousal. Their eyes said more than words could; they wanted to devour him and Stiles wasn't sure how to react to that. Sure, it was somewhat obvious that Stiles was attracted to all three of them in one way or another but Stiles truthfully didn't know what to do about it.

He wasn't sure if anyone had ever had a crush on him before so he'd never been in a situation even close to this one, especially with having more than one person like him. Stiles was aware of polyamory but knew it was something quite uncommon and made another question pop into his head. Did Stiles even want that, for them to share him? The question quickly faded when an answer appeared. From how the boys were acting the last couple days he knew sharing was something very unlikely, almost impossible. They were all extremely jealous and possessive so he knew if was one or none and Stiles couldn't bring himself to choose. He knew that if he did he couldn't bare to look at the saddened, disappointed and longing looks on the others faces when he told them who he chose or saw he and his chosen together.

Stiles wasn't sure of much anymore so he knew he had to focus on the task at hand; avoiding the boy's and his feelings. People continued to fill the cafeteria and still there was no sign of the beta's anywhere causing Stiles to sigh in relief before jumping as a hand landed on his shoulder. Turning his head, his eyes trailed up the manicured fingers, a thin wrist and arm before reaching the auburn hair and beautiful face of Lydia Martin smiling predatorily at him.

"Stiles, mind if we sit?" She asked allowing Stiles to peer behind her to see Kira, Allison, Malia and Erica.

"Uh..." Not giving Stiles a chance to answer, Lydia sat down, the other girls following her lead.

"So Stiles...what's it like with Scott? Or maybe it's Jackson...or Issac?" Lydia asked, smirk gracing her face while the other girls giggled in the background. Stiles face turned a familiar beet red as he groaned shaking his head, before putting his face into his hands and thinking; This lunch is going to be a headache...

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Meanwhile...

Jackson was walking down the hallway towards the cafeteria when he was pulled into another hallway and slammed against the wall (and not in the sexy way ). He didn't have time to think before clawed hands were digging into his muscular shoulders.

"What did you do to Stiles?" Scott growled, eyes flashing from chocolate brown to sunshine yellow and back again, showing the beta's shortage of control. Jackson looked at him with a familiar smug smirk and flashing inhumanly bright blue eyes. He blinked up innocently at the angered werewolf.

"Whatever do you mean McCall?" He asked, tone sarcastically soft and confused before snickering when Scott's anger increased and he was further pressed into the cream coloured wall.

"I'm talking about why Stiles is coated in your scent and your marks are on his neck! Stiles is mine Jackson, you have no chance with him so backoff before I kill you!" The teen growled only causing Jackson to release another dark chuckle.