I was ready to go and looked at the boy who stood beside me, intending to leave with me.
What a strange feeling, maybe there was really something I could do.
Maybe I could be the pup's friend, and maybe he could become mine.
"Your job is to clean up the arena?" He asked in a hopeless attempt to make small talk as we walked to the school.
I looked at him and smiled.
"Th-that-that's a b-b-ad topic ch-choice."
"I know. Sorry." He again buried his face in his hands, and I laughed.
"Why are you not stuttering when you sing?" He asked again, visibly cringing at the second chaotic topic he came up with.
I laughed again and turned to him, shrugging.
"You don't know?" He asked, and I nodded. Like this, it was easier to communicate, talking was really a hassle, but I liked to do it nevertheless now that I had the chance to.
"Did you have the stutter from a childhood?" I shook my head, and his eyes turned somber.
"Oh."
I think he imagined that something traumatic had happened to me, but that was not really the case. I could always, more or less, defend myself, except for when I was at my job, naturally.
"J-j-just with t-t-time, i-it c-came." I said, lying for the first time to him.
"I understand." He nodded,
"I have so many questions, can I come by today after school as well?"
I nodded at him.
"Then let's go home together." I gave him a thumbs up again, and we had arrived at school. I stopped and motioned for him to go. He now had the privilege to be a fresh-baked Omega. It had not sunk into his friends heads.
First they distanced themselves, soon they would try to approach him again, and then, they would slowly lose contact. If he were to be seen with the Janitor-Omega, it would be different. Then they would see what he ought to become, and they would not approach him again.
"Why? Let's go together?" He asked. His beautiful face and that light smile made it really difficult to turn him down, but that was his last chance to be at least a bit normal again.
"Y-your f-f-riends." I stuttered when I saw him unmoving, reaching his hand out to me, somehow.
"What friends?" There it was again, the self-mock.
"T-t-they w-will c-come b-back f-for a p-pe-period. E-e-enjoy t-this time." I said and motioned for him to go. We were not at the main entrance but the side entrance, not many people came, but I still didn't want to delay. I would go in through the side entrance.
"You think I want friends who turn their backs on me?" He asked sharply.
"I-it w-will b-be the la-last n-norm-normal time." I emphasized.
Seeing that he was in pain again, I patted his shoulder and turned around, walking to the staff entrance.
I have been like him, I cast all my former friends away when they came again.
Then, when I became really lonely, I regretted it. And because of my stubbornness, my former friends had no good feelings left for me. They turned to enemies instead, making the rest of my school time not that funny.
I put my cap on my head and walked to the teacher's office, where I would get my task of the day. The woman, a beta with glasses and sharp eyes, looked at me, like she did every day.
Grossed out.
"Go to the boy-toilets on the second floor, clean up, after that, there is a classroom on the third floor that has been destroyed."
I nodded at her and went to get my stuff. Not only a mop and bucket, like most of the time, but the whole Janitor cart. Walking through the already-filling corridors, there was absolutely no one really 'seeing' me.
I could as well be invisible.
It did something to your psyche if you were to be ignored and frowned upon constantly, for years. Because of that, there were no old Omegas, most dying by suicide. I could relate, but before thinking of suicide, I would try to leave here.
Werewolves are really possessive and territorial. Even if they didn't want us to even exist in their society, they would prefer to kill us before letting us leave to some other place. In the dark web, there are, nevertheless, a few stories about Omegas that had made it.
Maybe it was fake, but it should be nice to believe in it.
I should show the website to the pup later, I hope they are still online. First it was really encouraging reading through the posts, later I just got jealous at them having brought up the courage, and then I started to hate the happy smiles of my fellow sufferers. At the end, I felt so disgusted and dirty by my thoughts and emotions, that I stopped looking at these sites.