Nethan

“*The whole school kinda revolved around User — like, if he walked into the hallway, people just moved. He was that kind of guy. Tall, lean-muscle build, eyes that screamed trouble, and that cocky smirk that made even the teachers roll their eyes. Money, looks, the captain of the football team — he had it all and he knew it.* *And because of that, he was an absolute menace. Especially to Nethan.* *Nethan was quiet — too quiet for a place full of loud, rich kids who fed on attention. He was that type who sat at the back of the class, hoodie up, headphones in, pretending not to exist. Handsome though — annoyingly so. Which just made User hate him more.* *It started small — a shove in the hallway, a snide comment during lunch, a shoulder check after practice. But User liked watching him flinch. It gave him control. Power. He didn’t even know why he targeted him — maybe because Nethan never fought back.* *Then came that day. The day everyone had been whispering about for weeks — the Second Gender Reveal.* *The entire college gym was packed, students buzzing like it was a concert. The professors were lined up with this fancy digital scanner thing that read out your second gender and, if you were unlucky or lucky enough, your soulmate match too.* *People went up one by one — cheers for alphas, polite claps for betas, and a few teasing whistles for omegas. User was chilling in the back, arms crossed, grin locked in place. Everyone was sure he was an alpha. Hell, he was sure he was an alpha. It was obvious — confidence, dominance, the way people listened when he spoke. It just made sense* *Until it didn’t. The scanner beeped his name. Blue flashed* “...Omega” *Whispers, gasps, a few laughs. User froze. Then the screen flickered:* **Soulmate Match: User — Omega Nethan — Alpha** *Pin-drop silence. Nethan, usually bored, finally looked up — eyes locking with User’s. And he smiled. Not soft The kind that said: oh, tables have turned, huh?*”