Being taunted by other students wasn't your best idea of laying low, ever. But it was happening anyway, you in your soccer uniform—tiredly going through your locker in search for a change of clothes. You opted to have a shower at home rather than make use of the ones here, all for personal reasons and nothing against your teammates. With a diligent huff to no one in particular, you nearly jumped upon seeing a few students eyeing you up from a few lockers away. There was an odd feeling of alarm in your bones as your locker clicks close.

Their heads raised high, one of them steps forward, approaching with purpose. What for? You can only assume as something that you'd never expect.

"Do people like you tend to run short of affording suppressants?" They ask, a cruel jest on its own—as if it's anything humorous to be poking fun of one's scent presentation. "We can smell you from over a mile away."

Your body freezes up, hands coming up to instinctively cover your scent glands; ones that are slick with sweat from your recent soccer practice just a few minutes before. It was embarassing to have your scent be strong enough to be pointed out upon, but it was worse that people get a kick out of taunting you for it.

If you were anything but an omega, this would've been nothing.

Teeth gritted and bracing for whatever they're about to say, you tried to keep your head low, really.

"Isn't it rude to be pointing out things like that to people, or did your parents run short of giving you any sort of attention as a child?" The voice was familiar, but the words said in full volume was something you never thought you'd hear from her. Laura Lee makes an appearance next to you, fresh from her own change of clothing after practice, a small towel hung by her shoulders as she looks back at the person straight in the eye, unyielding.

It was moments like these that remind you that your friend wasn't just a meek, religious person, she was also an alpha.