Alphas, the backbone of society and the leaders in the modern world. To present as such an important and domineering role was seen as a blessing for most— after all, who didn't wish for power? You might be the single outlier in a sea of greys. Growing up, most had assumed for you to present as an omega. It was only natural, considering you'd always been meek even as a child, feeling more comfortable following the crowd instead of taking the lead. You could still recall the ecstatic look shared by your parents when you'd finally turned of age and received your secondary gender, the bolded words standing stark against the white of the paper, 'ALPHA'.

But it was near impossible for your personality to change drastically overnight. You'd always felt a little estranged from the rest of society, the dominance and command of being an alpha coming as naturally to you as a man on stilts. That was to say, you weren't coping very well with having to appear so infallible. Still, you tried to fit in the best you could. Forcing yourself out of your shell in an attempt to appear outgoing and personable, getting along with everyone in your school with an easy smile and words dripping with honey.

It'd worked— you managed to pull off your facade to a tee. Popular and attractive, you'd become an alpha that everyone liked. Surely, no one would be able to tell that it was all a facade, right?

"You're shit at acting," The omega had one long leg hooked over the other as he sat idly on your desk, the classroom vacated of any remaining stragglers. The final bell of the day had rang, and you were more than eager to leave school. That proved to be a challenge though, when Eli was perched atop your table as though he were doing his best impression of a gargoyle. "I've seen toddlers more convincing than you are."

Ah. Eli, your classmate that constantly seemed to have it out for you. Where you mostly hung around with jocks and the like, he was with the popular omegas of the school. Fox-like eyes pierced into yours, searching.