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“Check it out!” Bobby smirked as two attractive joggers ran by the front of their stopped van. The three boys couldn’t help but stare, not just at the bodacious beta babes crossing the street, but at all the sights and sounds. There were so many students, all varied in style, size and age, each one of them wearing big optimistic smiles like it was the start of something big. A sentiment Max and his friends shared.

Max was ecstatic with his first taste of true freedom, he tried to keep a collected and cool demeanor, but the thrill of what lay ahead was threatening that composure. The campus was sprawling with buildings behind buildings, wide open greenery spaces, filled with little stands and stalls for freshman orientation, promoting all the clubs, groups and extra extracurriculars the campus had to offer. There was a thrilling feeling of something new being around every corner, every path leading to a fantastic destination he had yet to discover. But most thrilling was the state of the art athletic recreation facilities. Say goodbye to the dinky homemade plywood ramp in his backyard, he was moving up to bigger and better! Even the public skatepark in Spoonerville did not hold a candle to this.

“Gentlemen, I welcome you to the first day of the rest of our lives” Max announces as he sees all the future potential in front of him. He would finally feel a taste of what it was like to be a true alpha, the independence, a chance to make his own way and make a name for himself. To be the person knew he could be, and more!

“Wow. That's pretty deep. Did you get that off a bumper sticker?” Bobby asks, wanting it for his junker

The boys looked upon the archway leading into fraternity row, excitement peaking as he noticed the fraternity insignias along the tops of the houses. All of the homes were unique in colour, size, style and craftsmanship, giving little character details about the values of the members themselves and what each fraternity stands for.

“Yo, I spy the Gamma house” Bobby announced, not that it was hard to spot. After all it's the biggest, oldest and most intricate house on the block. It was the first fraternity to be founded here, and you could tell by its old architecture and slightly worn feel, not that it looked dingy or old, just lived in and historic, like a heritage building. It had an impressive legacy with some of the world's most successful Alphas being a part of the brotherhood. Being a part of the fraternity guaranteed success outside of school, nepotism at work.

“Which means that dude right there must be..” All of their eyes led to the same place, standing on the Gamma porch was a man who stood so confidently he looked like the centerpiece of the whole building.

“The one the only Bradley Uppercrust the third” P.J and Bobby spoke in unison, jaws gapped at his very sight. The man had silky brown hair and striking blue eyes, he was basking in the praise of the other students surrounding him. Nothing about him was particularly flashy, he didn't wear bright colours or a formal suit to call attention to himself, just khaki pants, a crimson sweater and collared undershirt, odd for a summer's day but not loud or gaudy. He didn't have to call attention to himself with anything flashy, he was already the center of attention and seemed very aware of this fact.

“The collage X-games king” P.J added enthusiastically.

Max didn't know why he felt something intense burning in his gut at the sight of the so-called King. It was a feeling he hadn't felt before, so alarming he looked away in a hurry hoping it would pass. He pressed his lips in annoyance noticing his friends continue to stare like he was Powerline or something.

Was he jealous?

Max didn't consider himself the jealous type, despite being an alpha he was generally calm and relaxed, but he had grown up around betas, only running into the odd alpha on occasion; like Roxanne's dad, and he was much too young to challenge his authority at the time.

It occurred to him that while this would be his first taste of freedom, it would also be his first taste of the real world's hierarchy. His father was a beta, and raised him the way any beta would be raised, but Max knew from a young age he was different, his teachers and his peers always had great expectations of him and in return always wanted to stand out.

“Yeah, until we take the crown” Max smoothly said, unsure what prompted his aggressive statement, of course they wanted to win, to get noticed and make a statement as Freshman, but this desire to win never came at the expense of another, that was just the cause and effect of the games.

Now suddenly, he did relish the idea of even Bradley, King of campus recognizing his greatness.

They pull away from the Gamma house and head off to find their dorms, leaving a cloud of smoke exhaust behind them.

-
Freshman orientation weekend had to be the highlight of Max's life.

Okay he was exaggerating at the moment, but it felt really good. He had spent the last 48 hours skateboarding around campus, eating pizza, drinking, skating around campus drunk, crashing sorority parties, hitting on chicks and of course eating more pizza.

And now he could add sleeping into that list, he didn't mind since he had no obligations today anyway so 2pm was as good a time to wake up as any. He yawned as he stretched his arm around one of the Theta sisters he’d brought home last night. She was a gorgeous beta and a freshman as well, with long platinum blond hair, and dark green eyes. She smelled like vanilla and blueberries, sweet and fresh. Truthfully, He didn't know much else about her, but that was mutual, it was a pretty crazy party after all.

He smiled at her and she smiled right back, eyes half lidded and suggestive, he nearly thought they'd be going for round two before she teased “Your roommates are pretty patient..” reminding him that this room was supposed to be shared..

“OH SHIT” Maybe he had some obligations after all. He shot up and she chuckled, also getting out of his bed and putting on the clothing Max had removed the night before. “Uh, sorry..um?” he pressed his lips realizing he didn't know her name, had they even exchanged names? It was all a blur.

“Tiffany” She answers “you can call me Tiff though”

“Tiff” he said bashfully “Uh, sorry for the mess..” he did not feel very gentlemanly as the room was a hurricane of clothing, dirty dishes and pizza boxes.

He did manage to find a slice of old pizza left over in one of the boxes, offering it to her as breakfast to go. She looked a little grossed out but took it anyway.

“Thanks Max, give me a call sometime” she says as she opens the door to Max’s dorm, waking up the two freshmen that had passed out in the hallway on the other side. It wasn’t a unique site, it was Freshman orientation weekend after all, so there were many freshmen sleeping in the halls, respecting the sanctity of the sock on the doorknob law.

PJ and Bobby shake their heads as they wake up, unable to stop their staring. Tiffany smirked at the crude drawings all over their faces, clearly the sophomores and seniors had been through here and left no face untouched by their ink. She winked before walking down the hallway out of sight.

“Dude…” PJ says while aw struck

“Nice” Bobby gave his friend props.

Max grinned pompously “Oh yeah, first official college fling!”

“First girl after Roxxy..” PJ says

“I am proud of you man,Just don't go all love struck and coo-coo over her like you did-” Pj nudged Bobby, taking him out of his insensitive rambling

Max rolled his eyes “Pfft, no way not this time! I’m playing the field! Just going to have fun! Meet lots of girls, not get tied down again! I’m free, I'm gonna live it up!”

“Ay Ay! As the master of the field stick with me we’ll have a new girl in our beds every night” Bobby wiggled his eyebrows

“Man, I don't want to be on the hallway floor again” Pj complained as he inspected the crudely drawn dicks on his face.

“The three of us, we can be the three musketeers of getting babes!” Bobby pulled the two of them in with his arms

“I dont want babes!”

“Ohh la la laaameo” Bobby howled “We need to get you some tail too”

“I’m looking for something deeper than that!”

“Deeper than tail?” Bobby asked bluntly, seeingly genuinely confused by PJ’s request.

“I want someone who understands me, real companionship, meaningful conversations, just joy in another's company” PJ grasped his hands to his chest in a dramatic love struck fashion.

“You should keep your standards PJ” Max patted his shoulder “Don't go around being a hound dog like Bobby”

“Don't hate me cause you ain’t me” Bobby waved his hand at them dismissively

“After today we won't have much time for fooling around anyway” Max states

“Whaaat do you mean by that?” Bobby clearly had objections to this news

“Don't forget our main goal boys” Max put his arms around their shoulders

“Ugh, graduating. Don't remind me” PJ looked bored just thinking about the hard work aspect of college life.

“My main goal is the ladies” Bobby retorted

“No, common guys remember! Goal number one is winning the X-games!” Max said in surprise, he thought they were all on the same page. “Then we can worry about graduating! And winners get babes by default!”

“Yes!” PJ and Bobby cheered at the very convincing speech. They raised their hands up high and Max hit them with a firm high five “Let's show them all what real skill looks like!”

—

Max had one more goal for the last day of orientation, he dug through his luggage, which had yet to be properly unpacked, pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a red baggy shirt. Their messy room would have to wait another day, or two, or more..honestly it was low on his priorities.

Bobby and PJ washed the ink off their faces, complaining about how they'd need to get back at the bozos that marked them up. The damn sophomores were taking out last year's humiliation on the next round of newcomers, it was a vicious cycle, a lesson on the consequences of falling asleep in a public place.

Once they were freshened up to their standards, Max grabbed his wheels and led his pack as he typically did, skating out of the dormitory with excitable cheers that garnered attention from students that turned to check out the noise. A positive thing about being the de facto leader was that Bobby and PJ didn't ask questions about where they were skating to, they trusted Maxs judgement and went along for the fun. Lucky for Max because he knew exactly where he wanted to go but couldn't put into words why. Of all the sights they saw on their way to the campus, the most thrilling for him had been the Gamma house. Something about it nagged at Max to revisit, his business felt unfinished there.

He had seen Uppercrust the third, now it was time for Uppercrust the third to see him!

Max did not avoid any obstacles, He saw them as opportunities to show off his skills and amass a little attention for himself. He knew he needed to make a big first Impression. He was a freshman alpha at the bottom of the heap, his name would soon be known even to top dogs like Bradley.

“Look at that guy go” a student praises to her friend

“I can’t look at anything else” the girls giggle to one another, smitten by Max’s moves.

As he approached the Gamma house it felt as if it took herculean strength to skate by without turning his head to stare at the house and its patrons. He noticed through his blurred vision that Bradley was out hitting around a volleyball with some others.

Max swallowed hard, not daring to turn his head and look, Bradley probably fed off that sort of engagement, no doubt it gave him an ego to be gawked at all the time.

Max rode on, playing cool as he let the building momentum and excitement of those around him do the talking.. he had to trust that if Bradley was as keen eyed as they say he would look his way.

—

A ball bounced off the head of the biggest Gamma alpha, he had been too distracted to block Bradley's spike. Instead he watched as a new face rode by their house in a skateboard, jumping a mailbox while spinning a frisbee in his finger. “Woah did you see that?”

Bradley felt a tinge of disappointment that the ladies around him had missed the sweet spike into Tank's forehead. Bradley looked over his shoulder, slight curiosity getting the better of him, wanting to see who or what exactly could take attention away from himself. He saw an unknown alpha skating away, skillfully spinning a frisbee on his finger. While that particular move wasn't mind blowing, the attention the Freshman had garnered in such a small time frame was. He could hear the murmuring and excited chatting, like the Freshman was a show on the road.

Anyone who can attract this many eyes definitely has the making of becoming a great Gamma brother and an asset to Bradleys team.

“Well well well look what the freshman cat dragged in baby, some new meat” Tank said excitedly with devious intent.

Bradley appreciated Tank's go get em attitude. However he didn't have an eye for potential.. or exploitation.

“Hey hey easy big fella that new meat looks like Gamma material” a high compliment coming from the king of campus himself “let's check him out” his charming smile turned into a stern look of authority as he pointed with his thumb and barked out an order.

“Gammas roll!”

–

Max slowed his wheels to let the boys catch up, he tossed the frisbee to another student standing on the walkway. He was well past the Gamma house and Bradley by now.

PJ and Bobby rode up behind Max “Check it out, look who's following us” PJ announced giddily, like an excitable school girl.

Max couldn't suppress his smile, though he tried to look coy and unbothered he was happy his plan had worked better than he ever expected.

He wanted to be noticed, to make an impression, get his name in Bradleys brain like a pest he'd struggle to shake out. But even better, he was pursued, it seemed their meeting would come sooner than expected.

“Let's just make sure we keep it that way” Max felt his confidence surge as he pushed forward on his wheels, making sure to keep his speed above the Gammas, not wanting to be caught up too so quickly.

They left the frat row with their pursuers still giving chase and came out to a nice little shopping district off of campus that catered to the college scene, the road was lined with stores, arcades and food stalls for the college demographic.

One particular joint caught Maxs eye, The Bean scene. It offered what every college student would need to get by, Java.

Max silently got off his board and wandered curiously inside with his pack in tow. The atmosphere was relaxed and hip, the lighting dark with low mood music. He could smell the freshly ground java beans and hear the baristas shouting out the complicated coffee orders.

“Hey you guys grab a table I'll grab the java” Max said as they briefly spit up.

Max got to the coffee bar and heard the pleasant sound of a hand dum being tapped, it echoed just as the lights went out, the curtains opened upon the small stage and a spotlight highlighted the performer. Max was impressed, coffee and entertainment!

The curtains revealed an alpha woman dressed in all black, with striking red lips and hair to match. She was reciting poetry about life and certainly had a flair for the dramatics as she spoke with a new range of energy and emotion in every sentence.

He was thankful for the live show as he waited for his order to brew. The room erupted in clicks and clacks as everyone snapped their fingers in applause. He took the tray of coffees offered to him, still thinking about the performance he turned around quickly, too quickly. He heard a gasp followed by a small hiss of pain. It was Bradley, standing there with boiling hot coffee spilt on his stomach, an ugly dark wet spot staining the freshly ironed burgundy sweater he was wearing.

Max felt a jolt of shame at his faulty first impression “Oh oh! I'm sorry I-I” he had such a solid plan in his head about how this meet would go, he didn't expect to fumble it this quickly. He put the tray of coffee on the counter behind him, freeing his hands to assist with cleaning up.

He noticed Bradleys expression was contorted into pure rage, fingers clenching, as if he intended to strangle someone over some soiled clothing, but luckily for Max his words were more understanding than his body language portrayed.

“No no no, NO” Bradley was so animated as he spoke with dramatics, Max wondered if he was reciting his own slam poetry routine “Its uh, it's alright. Really” though he said it, Max got the distinct impression that it was not alright, something in Bradleys eyes looked completely irate, combined with his toothy smile it was unnerving.

But Bradley seemed to put his mask back on quick enough, he took a deep breath in and the wrathful spark seemed buried enough for Max to notice things other than his anger, like the light blue colour of his eyes.

“You know I'd wager that if you were on a skateboard you wouldn't have spilled a drop” Bradley’s charisma worked to put Max back at ease.

“Heh, You'd win that bet. It's my best event” he happily elated. Bradley smiled at how easy it was to butter up a young alpha and get on their good side.

“Hi, I'm Max” his eyes half lidded as he put out his hand, going back to a more carefree posture, unlike Bobby and PJ who would likely be fawning over the XGames King Max wanted to be as nonchalant as possible. He wasn't in the mindset to stroke the king's ego, he was just another alpha and wanted to be recognized as an equal, not a fan boy.

Bradleys hands were firmly behind his back, not budging to take the offered gesture of politeness. Max looked at his rejected palm, feeling slightly scorned by the refusal though he tried not to let it sour their interaction.

“Bradley. Bradley Uppercrust the third” he paused as if expecting some praise from name alone.

Luckily his goon cleared his throat so Max wouldn't have to acknowledge this fish for recognition and praise.

“Oh yes my right hand man, Gamma brother, Tank” Bradley gestured towards the hulking Alpha

Max couldn't act aloof this time, his mouth was slightly agape and eyes wide, no longer sultry as they had been with Bradley. Tank was the picture perfect definition of an ideal alpha, He was built like a brick shithouse. It really made Max question why exactly this hulking man would capitulate to Bradley, an alpha much smaller and scrawnier.

“Haha the pleasure is all mine baby” the alphas voice was loud, much too loud for the quiet coffee shop atmosphere, but Max didn't get the impression it was intentional, Tank actually sounded friendly despite the initial intimidation from his build alone.

“Welcome aboard little tyke, You're class, the high kind’ His Alpha scent was so powerful it was suffocating, obviously he'd been sweating from the skate over here.

The thought made Max realize that he hadn't noticed a strong scent off Bradley, despite being similarly as active as Tank had been, and in a sweater no less.

Maybe his nose was getting confused with all the new smells and surrounding Alphas, the other Gamma brothers had scents so strong that Bradleys lack of one made him an outlier.

Max was almost tempted to lean in closer to investigate but knew that would definitely get him labeled as a weirdo, some alpha that liked to smell other alphas would be completely ridiculed, he wasn't willing to risk it.

“Max, we have won every collage X Games competition since the beginning” Bradley spoke with pride. As he should. Even Max was impressed, truly it took great skill and bravery to do what any of the teams that participated in the Xgames did, let alone win year after year. Max would have vocalized these feelings if there wasn't some pesky social element that dubbed unbridled excitement uncool.

Still he wished he could ask Bradley about some of his moves and techniques, he felt they could learn a lot from one another.

“And we have decided to make you our first draft pick” Bradley shot finger guns at Max “Lucky you huh, what do you think of that!” The king of campus seemed very excited as he hyped up the opportunity. Max would never accuse an Alpha of begging, but Bradley was close to the line and Max didn't mind it, it felt good to be recognized.

A smile pulled on Maxs lips, feeling a stirring of pride and joy “No way” he chuckled in disbelief “you want us to be Gammas?” He couldn't imagine a better start to the year, he wanted to make an impression but this was completely outside of his expectations, it never crossed his mind that he could JOIN Bradley rather than dethrone him.

Max turned his head to P.J and Bobby who had found a seat close by “Ha! you guys you hear that? We're gonna be part of t–”

“Uh hold on pal” Bradley stopped Max in his tacks “This reservation is only for one” he pointed to Max, making it clear who the Gammas were after.

“Oh” Maxs face fell, deciding to play hard ball “I'm sorry but PJ, Bobby and I are in this together, It's all of us or none of me” Max said with a slightly inflated ego, pushing to see how much Bradley really wanted him.

Bradley wore a smug smile, full of so much amusement and confidence that it sucked all the ego right back out of Max and made him feel insignificant in Bradleys presence.

“Max Max Max, you don't want to be weighed down by those clowns do you? I thought you wanted to win” it was clear that Bradley wouldn't compromise his terms, but he still pressed Max, looking like he didn't get told no often.

“That's just what we're going to do” Max insisted, his tone was a bit shaken, so he straightened up and put more anger into his voice and stance. “like you'll find any better competitors than my teammates, they're the real deal, serious athletes”

Bradley looked towards them, his expression deadpan, unamused and unconvinced.

“Check it uh huuuh” Bobby turned to show he had somehow gotten his hands on a fist full of spoons and straws and shoved them into every orphus he had, at least every hole that didn't involve pants removal.. Max hopped.

PJ waved bashfully with his fingers, such a lack of confidence and he'd get eaten apart by Alphas like the Gammas.

The whole Gamma crew began to laugh and howl hysterically, sucking out the proud and happy energy from Bobby and causing P.J to further sink into himself.

“The only thing yous three could win is the losers' contest” They all began to laugh loudly at the betas expense, their amusement reinvigorated by Tank's insult.

Bradley did not laugh or even crack a smirk as Max's friends were teased, he wore a scowl on his face the same as Max, then snapping his fingers to bring the other alphas in line.

Max was impressed by Bradleys control on the other men; he'd never seen such obedience before. Alphas didn't tend to pack together, as their dominant nature caused a lot of in fighting. Max wondered what Bradley had done to earn so much respect and his spot as their leader.

The actions of halting the ridicule was a kind gesture from Bradley and based on his body language he didn't get the same pleasure out of the taunts that his brothers did, he seemed put off by the behavior.

Bradley seemed more interested in convincing Max with smooth talk and charm. Maybe if it was just the two of them Bradley would have succeeded today, he seemed confident enough in his ability to get what he wanted from others, but ironically it was his pack of clowns getting in his way.

“Wow nice trick, do they go fetch and play dead too” Bobby just couldn't let sleeping dogs lie. Max felt a pang of disappointment, Bradley had offered them an olive branch, a bit of mercy by putting his pack in line, but the betas didn't realize the significance in that act.

Max looked at Bradley curiously as the Gamma leader spoke “Why yes, as a matter of fact they do” Bradley got that crazy look in his eyes again “Gammas, FETCH” he enthusiastically gave them permission to continue and escalate the earlier aggression.

“Uh oh, this can't be good” Bobby put his hands up in defense as he was approached by Tank, all the Gammas had been released from Brad's spell and pursued their targets.

Tank lunges forward and snaps his teeth by Bobby's face, missing biting off his nose by just a hair. The other two Gamma alphas simply followed his lead, looking up at Tank when Maxs other friend came out swinging.. a biscuit around.

“Back off!” PJ warned “I got a biscotti I'm not afraid to use it”

Within the blink of an eye Tank had bitten off the top of the cookie that PJ was waving around his muzzle. PJ laughed nervously at the display and withdrew his hands, probably believing that a dog like Tank could and very much would bite his fingers off if taunted.

Max didn't know when exactly Bradley had gotten so close to him but he noticed the other alpha had made himself comfortable by leaning his elbow on Maxs shoulder as they both watched their packs fighting.

Maybe they would have ended things more civilly today if they were alone Max thought, there was an unmistakable chemistry, Max didn't shove the stranger away, and Bradley was comfortable enough to learn against him so quickly, But it wasn't worth pondering what could have been.

“Alright quit toying with my emotions, I thought we were friends” Bradley spoke like he believed that was the truth, his manipulation was so convincing maybe he did believe it.

Max just rolled his eyes, as much as being in a pack of alphas must have netted them a lot of power and influence, Max would never abandon his pack, let alone his real friends.

Bradleys smile began getting a little too big, and too toothy, bringing back that crazy look where his eyes conveyed opposite emotions the rest of him was giving off. “See I'm giving you the opportunity to join the Gamma Mu Mu fraternity”

Max rolled his eyes at the offer and how Bradley pushed it. They both set their terms, but Bradley wasn't having it.

“Moo Moo, who wants to join a herd of cows” P.J mocked and even Bobby grimaced as they were still surrounded by the other Gamma Brothers.

Bradley pushed off Max's shoulder, standing up straight as he crossed his arms, a cocky smile on his lips. “Tannk” Bradleys voice sounded so soft as he practically sang the other's name and it worked like a siren song, gaining Bradley whatever he wanted.

Tank grabbed PJ with ease, lifting the heavy man right off the floor by the seams of his tighty-whities without breaking a sweat “Now pray tell Sweetheart, would Mr. Uppercrust like a little power wedgie for your viewing pleasure?" Tank held PJ up by his briefs, displaying the humiliation ritual to Bradley.

Max had seen enough, he could smell the fear and embarrassment coming off PJ, he knew he needed to put an end to this “Hey leave him alone” Max walked by Bradley towards Tank, ready for a fight but the numbers weren't in his favor, two of the other Mu Mus pressed their shoulders together, making a blockade that Max couldn't break through.

“Bobby!” Max called out, hoping for some assistance, however, his usually loopy friend was in a predicament of his own, being held upside down by another Gamma goon. Man they were strong.

“Ay don't worry bro! I'm a yellow belt!” Bobby began waving his arms around as if cutting the air “Heyyaw!! Heyyaw”

The Gammas looked confused and unthreatened by this behavior.

“HEY” a stage light shone directly at them, blinding everyone for a moment as their eyes became accustomed to the dark underground interior and were suddenly subjected to the near equivalent of the sun's rays “Daddy-os”

“This is a real L seven scene” the alpha poet from earlier approaches Bradley, recognizing his authority as the pack leader in this particular situation. Bradley still smiled, a brow raised as he heard her out curiously. “Let's all just take a trip down the road of forgiveness and compassion”

“Ooh, passion” Bradley mockingly laughed “I like your style little miss mocha chino, but i'm busy right now” it was impressive how his demeanor could snap so quickly from charming to dangerously annoyed. Despite being An alpha herself, he didn't seem keen on respecting a word she said, most likely because she spoke in an artistic poetry that Bradley wasn't fluent in. He couldn't manipulate someone who's language he couldn't speak.

“Well I'm dizzy right now from watching your downward spiral” she spun her hands around in a downward gesture to match her words.

Bradley crossed his arms, looking bored and above these nonsensical theatrics “Uh why don't you go off and save some whales or something” he mocked dismissively.

“Ha!” She Snapped her finger at him aggressively.

“Oh you slay me tiger” She spoke the way she performed, controlled but with a zest for theatrics. “You are the fly in my soup” She closed the distance between them, asserting herself in his space. For the first time that night he capitulated to someone else's dominance and leaned back, even if only very slightly.

“You are the eyelash in my eye” she didn't give Bradley a chance to find his footing and insult back, she pushed while he struggled to find an opening for his own zinger. “You are so busy blowing out bad vibes in every direction that we are all choking on your second hand smoke” her words built up in range until ending it was a snap of her fingers that carries the weight of a punch.

The drums played like they were her personal theme song.

Snap, Snap, Snap

The noise was persistent, becoming louder as Bradley was suddenly very aware of the attention they'd gathered and it wasn't the good kind he was accustomed to. As much power Bradley had on campus and in the general public, this coffee house was clearly little miss mocha's domain and Bradley had made the mistake of underestimating her authority here. He never should have been posturing around another alpha's terf.

Now the patrons had gotten involved and they were making their stances very clear. Bradley had a big and powerful pack, but in the coffee shop Mocha had more numbers even if they were betas.

Snap, Snap, Snap

His ego felt a little bruised with every snap, He'd been told off by some poetry slinging hippy, a hopeful new recruit, and tree hugging betas. The snapping kept his mind too crowded to save the situation with a clever come back or equally as scaving jab.

Snap, Snap, Snap

He heard the echoing and felt the eyes on him, even his brothers looked at him for a solution. It was maddening how helpless they were without his leadership. He finally snapped at the continuous, childish taunting.

“Knock it off!” he yelled, Revealing that very small fuse of his. His eyes looked crazy again, but at least his teeth gritting scowl matched his mood.

“What's wrong Brad?” Max mocked

“Don't you dare call me that!” Bradley warned, even Max didn't expect such an impassioned reaction to the short form of his name. It must have been a sensitive spot, Bradley clearly had a lot of those.

“Yeah, don't forget he's the king buster!” Tank must have sensed Bradleys unwinding, as he took a step forward protectively and spoke up in Bradley's defense. Clearly as a means to ground the other man who was practically shaking with anger. It was just enough time for Bradley to come down from his rage high, being reminded of his pack and his standing as their boss seemed to quell whatever insecurities were poking out from his surface.

“Yeah well, we'll dethrone you and the Gammas” Max bit back “your royal lowness!” Max tapped Bradleys chest with the back of his hand, noticing the displeased expression on the others face, clearly put off by physical contact.

“You'll be lucky to be my towel boy” Max continued his mockery, giving Bradley a fun visual for just how far he would sink after that big day. Max turned on his heel, feeling satisfied about his victory in this interaction.

“Why don't we just make a little wager on that” Bradley suggested, not wanting to leave in total defeat. This wager gave him a chance to postpone the conclusion of this argument, so Bradley could leave with his pride intact and plan his winning strategy for later.

“Loser of the finals, will be towel boy to the other” Bradley proposed

Feeling the adrenaline and confidence, Max quickly agreed without hesitation “You've got a deal” they shook on it, looking very intensely into the others eyes.

“Be ready to wipe the dirt off my shoes” Bradley pulled his hand closer “Freshman” he jeered angerly.

Max had gotten close enough to Bradley to notice a faint scent, it was an alpha scent alright but it was diluted with something else, he couldn't tell what it was. Before he could investigate more Bradley pulled away.

“Gammas out!” Bradley ordered, not taking his eyes off Max until he turned, leading his pack towards the cafés exit. Like army men, the Gammas spun and followed in near synchronized lockstep.

“Now that's the first time I ever saw the trash take itself out” Max heard the poet from before say “You got the beat, Boys” she looked impressed.

“You invented it, girl” Max responded a little nervously, happy that this alpha was a lot less weird than Bradley had been. Max didn't have much experience with other alphas, it was nice knowing some were more secure and less crazy than Bradley.

“You let your fingers do the talking Riiiight” Bobby added as they walked towards a table together.

Max grinned, feeling confident about how the day went. While he'd made an enemy out of Bradley and put a big target on his back, the acknowledgement from the king alpha was enough to know he'd achieved his goal of being noticed and made a great first impression. Everyone would see him as a threat to Brad's reign. He just needed to keep the winning streak up, after all he had won the battle but the war was far from over.

—-

After leaving the bean scene Bradley hurried to his board, not only was that whole thing an utter waste of time, he would consider it embarrassing if he cared at all what a bunch of pretentious free-spirited flower people thought of him.

He sped home as quickly as he could, leaving his pack behind to play catchup. The only one who could almost keep up was Tank, who made it home in time to see Bradley retreating up the stairs towards his bedroom.

“Bradley baby, come down here. Let's talk about it” Tank proposed gently. He could see Bradleys cracks better than anyone.

“What's there to talk about?” Bradley asked point blank as he stopped in the middle of the staircase. “Everyone better be on their A-Game this year, regular workout routines, no skipping practices, I won't hear any excuses. We are going to crush those freshman LOSERS” he says with intense hatred before he continues up the steps.

Bradley shut his bedroom door and locked it. Now in solitude he took a deep breath in, trying to calm his nerves, he ran a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs back and entwining his fingers in his locks then pulled at it in frustration as he shouted to himself “Idiot!”

Chasing after Max today was reckless. The new semester hadn’t even begun and already he came so close imploding everything he'd worked for. He had gotten too comfortable in his role, too sloppy after feeling invincible for so long. It was completely unacceptable. He needed to stop fucking around and focus on the goal.

Bradley walks into his in-suit bathroom, a perk he got for being the president of Gamma Mu Mu, luckily for his brothers as Bradley showered three, sometimes four times a day. A habit that bewildered the other Gammas but they did not question him out of respect.

Bradley slammed his hands down onto the vanity as he stared into the mirror. He wore the look of betrayal as he glared intensely at his reflection.

“Impressed by him huh? First New Alpha you see and you’re ready to just give it all up!” He throws his hands up incredulously. He pauses as if expecting a response from the mirror. Noticing the blush blossoming on his cheeks and ears, his body temperature still rising despite the air conditioning working at full power.

He bears his teeth, clenching his fist and slams it into the mirror, shattering the reflection of himself.

Blood oozed from his knuckles and down the shattered glass.

“I’ll show you he's not worth it” he grit his teeth “I’m going to beat him at those games and prove he's below you. You don't need him or any other slack-jawed alpha out there!”

Bradley opened the mirror cabinet and took out an unmarked medicine bottle that had its label peeled off. He fished one pill out from the full bottle, throwing it into the back of his throat before washing it down with sink water.

He pushed off the counter, removing his coffee saturated sweater. He noticed the spill had seeped down into his powder blue collared shirt, leaving an ugly brown stain that he wouldn’t be bothered trying to clean out of it. He reached into his pen pocket and took a slim plastic pouch from it. It was nearly dried of its contents, releasing very little of the alpha pheromone scent it contained. He left it on the sink to be refilled before undressing completely, tossing his shirt in the trash and the rest of his clothing into the laundry hamper.

He turns the shower onto the coldest setting before stepping inside. His breathing got heavier from the cold, but he didn't move from under the water's freezing flow. He could still feel his skin burning up despite the icy temperature around him. He'd wait there for 45 minutes until the heat suppressant pill would kick in and his body heat would stabilize.

He scrubbed every inch of himself, using large handfuls of soaps, shampoos, conditioners, anything even vaguely scented that would wash away or mask his natural pheromones. After his hands had gotten pruney from the water Bradley shut off the tap and stepped out of the shower, wrapping himself in a towel around his waist.

He wanted nothing more than to just lay in bed for the rest of the afternoon, but he had a fraternity to run, his brothers would be lost if he didn't tell them what to do. It was likely they'd been discussing today's incident, so he needed to spin this into a win for himself and the gammas, to save face with his brothers and quell any questions they'd had for his leadership.

Bradley held his breath as he spritzed himself with a bottle of his one of a kind pheromone cologne, gathered at great monetary expense from some Alpha overseas he’d never met before and never wanted to. He had grown to despise the smell after so many years practically bathing himself in it, but it was something he just needed to live with. Bradley quickly changed into a similar business casual outfit like his last, putting a full scent pouch into his breast pocket, then covering it with a sweater.

He took one last shaky breath before standing upright and forcing a big smile across his face. He left his bedroom to find his brothers and keep this charade going strong.

Chapter Text

As Freshman orientation wrapped up Max had met a lot of new people, most famously he’d met Bradley Uppercrust the third. The situation at the Bean scene had become public knowledge with a few variations spreading around campus like a game of telephone. But no matter the change, everyone seemed to agree it was majorly ballsy for Max to stand up to the campus king the way he did.

Although there were rumors of a shake up in the school's social hierarchy, no one seemed giddy at the prospect of Bradley being overthrown. The pompous king wasn't overly disliked among campus residents, in fact most students seemed to really admire him and desired to be a part of his circle.

Maybe people just fell to Brad's manipulation, or maybe those bullying tactics were just a special treat reserved for Max.

He had hoped to distance himself a little, not wanting his first year at college to be defined by his beef with Brad, but the world seemed to have different plans as he found himself having a class with the guy, Which also included some of his goons.

Max decided to ignore them as best he could, hoping the Gammas would do the same. He sat in the front row with Bobby and PJ while taking notes studiously. The professor was droning on about the book they'd been assigned. It was so boring it had put Bobby right to sleep, although the late night partying certainly didn't help Bobby's case.

Just as he was writing out the professor's words, he felt a sharp prick on the back of his head. He rubbed his neck, feeling the sticky paper ball that had hit him, he looked around surprised, seeing those two Gamma doofuses grinning ear to ear.

Although Tank was holding a green straw and was clearly the perpetrator, Max felt a burning directed at Bradley. His eyes locked with those blue ones, their eye contact spoke a thousand angry words at each other.

Max could see the maliciousness behind that bright perfect smile. He knew Brad was behind this!

He huffed and turned back to his notes, forgetting where they were in the reading, and what exactly they were supposed to take from this lecture. He needed a refresh but his mind was too occupied with social drama.

Bobby was the next one hit by a spitball. Waking up from his nap and loudly proclaiming “Mommy, I didn't do it!”

It was in good fortune that the professor continued his speech even past the commotion, though a few students around them snickered at the outburst. If Max thought that was embarrassing, nothing could prepare him for what was to come.

“A-hyuck!” Max's blood ran cold as he heard that all too familiar laugh, he didn't think he'd be hearing it again until Christmas.

“HI EVERYBODY”

Max saw his life flash before his eyes. All of his decorum left his body, his mouth opened wide and he screamed in true terror with no concern to how his outburst might look. Nothing he did would be worse for his social status than his dad showing up in an outfit that was trendy.. in the 1970s!

“I'm just a yearnin for some learnin!” Goofy dances atop the stairs, shaking his butt at the other students. The open doors like a spotlight in the otherwise dimly lit room bringing even more attention to the humiliating, life ruining display.

If he wasn't so horrified he might have been amused by Bradley's look of utter bewilderment, which quickly turned to amusement as he laughed to his henchman “Who is this goof?” Tank and the pompadoured Mu Mu both looked annoyed, sneering at Goofy who was, unbeknownst to them, Max's father.

Max was in a state of hysteria, he looked like he’d seen a ghost, had aged 10 years and his hair stood on end like he’d just been electrocuted.. Actually he would take 100,000 volts over this!

“Hey Max, is my vision blurred or does that guy look like your dad?” Bobby asked while adjusting his glasses, completely blinded to the stress attack Max was going through that very moment.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no” he chanted, wishing he'd wake up from this nightmare. Every horrific outcome was running through his head all at once. His life on campus was over! Time to transfer!

All he could hear was the loud, continuous laughter of his peers, it rang through his ears and pummeled his mind like a relentless onslaught of shame.

“MAXY!”

“Kill me just kill me now!!” Max grabbed Bobby's shoulders and shook him aggressively.

“Hey Maxy, Looks like you and me are gonna be classmates!” Goofy removes his hat, revealing a large wig.

“Hyuck, he's my son!” Goofy said with so much pride and love, but all Max could feel was horror as he turned in to watch the whole student body laughing at him, some with tears of joy in their eyes, others holding their stomachs like it hurt to be so amused.

Bradley had been watching curiously, enjoying every bit of humiliation that Max was being inflicted with, and he didn't even have to do anything!

“Daddy's little baby couldn't be alone?” Bradley's expression mocked sympathy. Of course Bradley was egging on the room, his eyes full of triumph. Reveling in what he was sure was his social victory against these freshmen losers.

Max wore an expression of total defeat, his brows sank as his social life crumbled around him. He threw his head back and shrieked “NoooooooOOOOO!!!”

“AHM, That is quite enough!” The professor finally put an end to the circus his lecture had turned into.

“Since it is the first day of classes I will let this tardiness slide, but don't let it happen again Mr.Goof” the old dog warned “Now Let's focus our attention back to page 44”

–

Max's mind was too strained to take in any new information after the emotional turmoil he had just experienced. The three hour lecture period passed by so quickly without Max retaining one iota of information.

He was actually thankful for the forced silence and the lecture being a good distraction. Everyone in the room was forced to move their focus off his father and onto their notes. It gave him a little bit of reprieve and maybe the amusement would have died by the time class let out.

He knew an embarrassing display like the one his dad had shown would certainly be milked for all it was worth, especially by the Gammas. But even Bradley was focused on his books and taking notes. Max expected the Gamma Mu Mu president would just steal the notes from Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dumb, but that didn't seem to be the case.

Just as the professor was dismissing the class, Max grabbed his dad and dragged him out of the room, quicker than anyone could approach and probe for more entertainment fodder. “Hold your horses Maxy, I wanted to fraternize with our fellow classmates!”

No no no no Max thought to himself, he absolutely could not let that happen. He needed to get them out of here and then find out why his dad was here to begin with!

He dragged his dad up the steps, not paying attention as someone stepped into the stairway directly in front of them.

He stopped abruptly to avoid the collision. Stuck in an odd spot with the other student as they shared the same stair. His nose picked up the Alphas scent before his eyes could get a glance at who it was.

“Sorry I didn't see you-” Max stopped when he saw Brad of all people. He couldn't explain why, but It felt like his nose had lied to him, the Alpha's scent was very misplaced on Uppercrust. Not that it was synthetic, It was just a totally uncanny sensation he couldn't put into words.

“Stay out of my way, Freshman” he pokes Max's chest, spitting out the nickname with such disdain. Max rolled his eyes, even after the satisfaction of witnessing Max's public humiliation and worst nightmare come true, Brad was still in a bad mood. The campus king had a stick up his ass and couldn't stay joyful for long.

Brad seemed to have the same idea about getting out of there in a hurry, as he was rushing out quicker than even Max was going.

What the hell was his hurry anyway? Max was surprised Bradley didn't stick around to laugh and gossip about today's events with the rest of the class. It would have been a prime opportunity to bad mouth and embarrass the freshman. Maybe Brad wasn’t as opportunistic as Max thought, or maybe he just had another class to get to..

In any case, Max had his own concerns to deal with, like getting to the bottom of his dads arrival!

—

It was a rough first week, finding out his dad was going to be staying on campus for the rest of the year did put a dent in Max's plans. He understood his fathers need for a diploma, he didn't blame him for being here. He thought optimistically that this could work out and he could maintain his freedom.

But Bobby was right, it didn't take long for Max to realize this was greatly affecting their campus hijinkage. He felt like a teenager again having to sneak out of his dorm for the late night parties only to be woken up by his dad's 6am wake up calls. His social life was non-existent and his Dad, well meaning as he may be, didn't listen to his pleas for independence.

He could already feel his sense of freedom being diminished and a cage metaphorically surrounding him. All that optimism he once felt was draining quickly as he was smothered and coddled like a child once again.

Worst of all, he just felt pathetic. He was an Alpha, and like it or not that came with societal pressures to be exceptional. He knew people were judging him, questioning his dependance on his father. It was a feeling a Beta like Goofy couldn't understand.

–

Max was sitting in one of the seminars waiting for the professor to start, PJ was running a little late, having made the gamble that he could run across campus to the Bean scene for a latte instead of going to the on campus quick stop shops. Bobby had no intention of attending today's class at all, preferring to sleep off his hangover.

Unfortunately Brad was studious, leaving him at a numbers disadvantage if the Gamma president decided to start anything. Brad was with another Gamma, a short Alpha he'd learned over the week was named Dexter, a name he had learned in passing completely against his will. It didn't take long before he knew every Gamma’s name, as they were the talk of the campus.

Bradley never seemed to be anywhere without at least one of his subordinates hovering around. It shouldn't make a difference to Max, but it always annoyed him to see Brad constantly in another's company, like he couldn’t stand on his own.

Max was glaring at the back of Brads head, he'd learned to always sit behind the Gamma’s unless he wanted hair full of spitballs by the end of the class. It was much more peaceful this way, but it also meant he couldn’t pry his eyes from Brad's stupid hair, or peek a glimpse of his profile while he boredly jotted down notes.

Max’s mind had wandered off. He sat up straight and shook his head, averting his eyes to anything else. He watched the students funnel into the lecture room as it was close to beginning. He noticed a beautiful woman came into his view. She was in a teal skirt suit with long dark brown hair and bright red lips.

Max raised his hand and waved excitedly at the woman, yeah he wasn’t playing it cool or subtle, but he had successfully gotten her attention. She smiled at him and waved coyly, finding his upfront greeting to be charming.

Not wanting to lose this opportunity, Max stood up and pointed at the empty chair beside him, coming off a little desperate as he offered her the seat. She didn't seem to mind his upfront display, her eyes spoke interest. It made Maxs stomach flutter.

At least the chair beside Max was supposed to be empty. He hadn't noticed his father come from the other side of the classroom and slide into the seat himself. Max looked at his dad as he did a double take between the previously empty seat and the woman he desperately wanted to meet.

Her eyes wandered to other seating options, a perfect opportunity for Bradley to swoop in and offer her a place by his side instead. He wore his signature large smile, giving Dexter a horse kick to the other end of the bench, freeing up a space for her.

As she sat down beside him, Bradley looked right up at Max, his polite smile grew bigger and meaner, showing off his toothy smug grin before sitting down again and turning his attention to the beautiful brunette.

Max crossed his arms and slouched in his chair. What an idiot, why was he even looking this way when he had a girl like that around him. He wished Bradley would get his priorities right and stop gloating at him so much.

The seminar was fairly group interactive, so while Max was stuck pretending to listen to his father drone on about the topic at hand, Bradley of course got to talk with their beautiful classmate.

Max shouldn’t have been watching so intently, but he couldn’t help but torture himself. She was showing very clear signs of courtship towards the smarmy king. Max tapped his fingers on the desk in an aggravated rhythm, knowing it could have been him instead.

While she looked smitten and batted her eyes, Brad looked down at his textbook. As he spoke she bit the eraser end of her pencil, smiling seductively and nodding to his words. She flipped her hair while he was taking down notes, even that didn't earn her a second glance.

Max rolled his eyes at the display. He wasn’t sure why he was so annoyed, clearly Bradley wasn’t at all romantically interested in her, which meant Max could still shoot his shot.

Bradley was the top dog around here, with the best future prospects and mating value. Max really shouldn't be surprised when everyone is fawning over that jerk. What was more annoying is Bradley's lack of interest in any of them, Like Bradley thought he was too good for them or something. Clearly Brad had offered her a seat just to show Max he could have her if he wanted.

As the period was coming to its end the brunette tried something bold, moving her wrist atop Bradley's, even if he hadn’t noticed the courting behaviors before, he definitely wouldn't mistake this one. Everyone had scent glands located on their inner wrists, rubbing them against another person was an intimate gesture and a way of sharing their unique aromas with one another to communicate someone's dating status.

The class ended just in time for Bradley to stand up, pulling his hand back, and collecting his things. Max noticed Brad adjusting his sleeve to better cover his wrists while he left, clearly he was very uncomfortable by the act.

Max smirked and his tail wagged behind him, Bradley wasn’t taking the bait at all.

Which means he still had a chance.

—

“Straighten your back Slouch!” Bradley barked at the bulldog as he rode from one end of the ramp to the other side.

He knew he should have gotten Ronny to flunk his senior year so he'd have a third teammate for the X-Games, none of his other brothers were up to snuff in this department.

Of all the Alphas, he couldn't believe Slouch was the best athlete among them, excluding himself and Tank of course.

“Go easy on him, baby” Tank said with a laugh to ease the tension. He always needed to be gentle when counseling Bradley on their team. The Gamma president didn't take orders as well as he dished them out.

“He's our best option for the X-Games roster and that's not saying much” Bradley said so casually, as if unaware how his words would hurt the remaining Gamma members who sat beside him, utterly exhausted and panting from being pushed too hard. “No one has lived up to their potential today”

He knew just how his words would hurt, he had picked them carefully for that purpose.

“They're doing their best Bradley” Tank assured

“That's not good enough” he sneered back

“We just need an extra body to qualify as a team, they don't have to be good” Tank tried to reason

“We have to WIN Tank” Bradley was emphatic “at any cost” he was fully animated now, his expressions big and his body moved to emphasize his words.

“And we will baby, you and me, that's all we need” Tank reassured, attempting to calm the storm.

“We better” he warned, Bradley had always been intense, but this year it was so much worse.

Practice was tough and went on way longer than anyone thought it had business going. Bradley had used his notoriety to keep other skaters off the ramps while he pushed his Gammas to perform to his satisfaction. Of course they'd never reach this level of perfection but they earnestly tried to please him.

Besides Bradley's behavior, which was always an event, the practice had been uneventful; up until that Freshman showed up. Tank immediately felt the anger radiate off of Bradley, and all this time he thought the heat of anger had been an expression.

Tank wondered what Bradley had been thinking, as he watched the Freshman for only a moment before abruptly departing without a word. Tank almost didn't notice his leave, giving a double take between his Fraternity President and Max

“Hold up Bradley” He decided to follow behind, Bradley didn't slow his pace, even when called.

Tank jogged to catch up as Bradley stopped where the grass line started, just a few meters from the ramp. With his back turned to the crowd Bradley took a small metal mint tin from his pocket.

He tossed one of the capsules into the back of his throat and swallowed.

“You've been taking an awful lot of those” Tank comments. Bradley wasn't surprised Tank had taken notice, he was always more observant than the others.

“It's a mint, Tank”

“Since when do people swallow mints whole?”

Too observant maybe.

“Didn't know there was an etiquette to eating a mint”

Tank pressed a little harder “Can I have one then?”

“Get your own” Bradley shut the small tin and put them back in his pocket away from Tank's prying eyes. He started to feel uneasy with Tanks probing, like he was onto something.

Fuck Max, it was his stupid scent that made Bradley have to pop these things like they were mentos. Having a class with him was torture, out of all the smells and all the Alphas his nose honed in on Max. Sitting in that poorly ventilated room for 3 hours made his nose burn and head feel light, he was always in such a rush to get out.

That was bad enough but running into him on the ramps was even worse. How could he coach, let alone practice when his body was screaming at him to..well

He didn't want to think about that part.

He just wanted these feelings to go away so he could kick that freshman's ass the way he intended to.

Tank took a step closer, Bradley was starting to feel claustrophobic, but he never backed away from someone advancing on his space, it wasn't the Alpha thing to do. “You always take them whenever Max is around”

Bradley stiffened, his fur standing up on end. Tank must have figured out his secret, after so long blending in perfectly, he knew the day would come but it still sucked nonetheless. He readied himself for an altercation.

“Are you taking steroids?”

Bradley might have actually respected Tank a little if he figured out he was an Omega.

But steroids?! What a moronic conclusion to make, as if he needed to be roided up to compete with someone like Max.

“Baby, being a towel boy ain't the end of the world, it's not worth it”

Tank tried to get through to Bradley, feeling his friend was on the verge of a catastrophic unwinding of his own design. But getting Bradley to put down his walls was a delicate process, like disarming a bomb.

“You couldn't even begin to understand what I have riding on this” Bradley whispers in anger, a thought that was obviously supposed to stay in his head.

“Tell me then baby” Tank asks “Help me understand”

Bradley smiled at that, tempted to have a laugh at the ridiculous request. Tank really thought some empty platitudes and pleas would have him bear all his secrets so easily.

And to think he would confide in Tank of all people. An Alpha unwittingly asks his prey for the utensils he'd use to devour him. No, Bradley would not fall for it.

Tank saw that mean smile pull at Bradley's lips, a crease dented his cheeks from the sheer amusement of Tank's earnest appeal to their friendship.

Bradley's ears perked at the chaotic noises coming from the half-pipe, he could hear the unmistakable sound of someone wiping out, a gasp of lost air, a thump and a tumble.

“They're not steroids” he reassures Tank quite simply. “I promise you that” The least he could do was quell that utterly stupid idea of his. He walks back to the half pipe to see the tail end of the crash, noticing Freshman being nursed by his friends as he swayed around a little dazed.

He'd be fine, Bradley assured, he had been in worse accidents, it came with the sport.

What was of more interest was the older student that was now riding Max's board. He heard the praises from the other Gammas. Truthfully the old man had some natural skills though he was sloppy. He was very adept at going with the flow and so relaxed his body just goes with the natural rhythm of the board.

“Isn't that baby Goof's old man?” he rubs his chin while he thinks, starting to hatch a devious idea.

—

Max had hatched an ingenious study time escape plan, he was pretty proud of how well it went. The librarian Mrs. Marpole was a very detailed oriented talker who took a lot of pride in how well the college library ran. Max, PJ and Bobby had been stuck in one of her hour-long library orientations when they'd gone to sign up for the library card. So he knew someone as polite and hospitable as his father would let her drone on for hours.

With his dad out of the way Max ran off to meet with Bobby and PJ. They had a lot of X-games practice to catch up on. From what he's heard the Gammas had been quite the ramp hogs, out skating anyone who tried to participate.

Max was looking forward to giving them an equally as skilled skater to try and chase off.

Max speeds over as fast as his board could take him, swerving skillfully around students all through the campus, passing by at high speeds, winking and shooting finger guns at the people that stopped and stared at his impressive maneuvers.

He spotted the ramps in the distance, he could see Gamma brother Slouch skating through the middle of the ramp, taking up much more space than he needed.

Max was sure to make a big entrance, he wanted all eyes on him after all. He rode his board right past the spectators and his friends, his speed pulling off a few hats as he drove by.

“Aaaay Maximilian!!” Bobby howled from the side lines where he and PJ had been pushed due to the Gammas monopoly on the ramps.

“You made it man!” PJ added, happy Max was able to get away from his clingy father for some X-games practice.

Max jumped onto the ramp, kicking his board up into a spin before skillfully landing back on it. He rides his board up the half pipe, gaining some air before riding down the vert again. He stuck to the sides, slowly inching his way closer to the Gamma hog in center. To Max’s surprise the Gamma brothers skills were lacking, he thought Bradley would have whipped them into shape, but apparently being x-games potential wasn’t a necessity to become a Gamma. Slouch was quickly herded to the edge of the ramp, where he jumped from his board and towards his brothers in an attempt to avoid a collusion with Max.

Max chuckled as each one of Slouch's brothers put up their hands to catch him, excluding Bradley of course, who just glared at Max with his arms crossed.

Max smiled especially big at Bradley and winked mockingly at the guy, Knowing he would be pissed due to losing their ramp monopoly.

Max turned his attention towards his audience as he glided across the flat. He saw a lot of spectators, there were some attractive Betas scooping out this year's competition, and other boarders who were admiring the art on wheels, learning through observation.

In a rare show of polite sportsmanship the Gamma’s didn't barge onto the half-pipe to reclaim their ground, instead they watched the competition, probably trying to study his moves. Max was flattered! They better be taking notes on how he's going to kick their asses come tryouts!

To Max's mild annoyance his biggest rival had wandered off from the park, standing at the edge where the grass met the cement, away from the crowd with his back turned, Speaking to the Gammas own hulk, Tank.

He didn't know why the back of Brad's head was pissing him off so much, like Bradley didn’t see the value in watching Max, as if he was so unbothered by the competition he didn’t bother to see what he was up against.

No matter the reason, Max would not be ignored. He saw Brad's stubbornness as a challenge, he would make Bradley look at him.

Max rode up the vert again, performing an impressive feat as he held onto the edge of the ramp, holding himself with one hand while he performed a handstand with ease, then gracefully landed back onto his board and back down the ramp.

The audience was filled with ooh and awes, after years of the sport, Max knew the right tricks to have the onlookers gasping for more.

He knew Bradley could hear it even if he refused to turn his head and see for himself. The elation of the crowd continued, it made Max excited to think what Brad imagined he was doing to receive such praise.

Max should have paid more attention to the ramps and less on Bradley, but like his father, he was in a similarly dazed state. Goofy walked right through the crowd and up onto the flat of the half-pipe.

Max noticed a moment too late, trying to swerve out of the way but Goofy was determined to collide, he stuck his hand out and waved for his son's attention, wanting to share the news about Sylvia. Their crash was inevitable.

Max's board drove directly into Goofy, who was taken along with the momentum. The Goofs went flying off the vert, tangled up as Goofy hugged his son as they flew through the air. Max was unable to position his board back under his feet before crashing down onto the ramp and sliding off the ledge where his friends watched the chaos unfold.

Max could only see stars in his vision. His head was spinning from the hard fall, hair sticking out from his helmet, all over in every direction.

He slowly began to settle from the shock, his head not spinning quite as badly, though he had a major headache he'd have to nurse later.

When he came to his senses he looked for his dad, concerned for his old man's state in the aftermath of the crash. He didn't see him until he looked up, gliding above the ramp was his father. Max's board somehow ended up under Goofy's feet after their crash, and now his dad was falling in style.

To Max's dismay he could hear.. cheering?

“Hey that guy is GOOD!” Gamma brother Slouch exclaimed.

“Isn't that baby goofs old man?” Max didn't need to look to see who spoke, he recognized Bradley's voice, though it was weird hearing him sound so natural. Not putting on some salesman pitch or filled with hostility.

No doubt he had witnessed Max's crash, which was bad enough! but to make it all worse Bradley's blue eyes were focused on his dad instead.

All the effort he had made for that bit of attention from the brunette and his dad had come to mess it all up again.

Max felt a vein pop in his forehead, why did his father have to be like this. Why couldn't he have a moment to shine on his own.

“WOWIE” Goofy laughed excitedly as he came to a halt After parachuting down by his pant legs.

Max walked onto the ramp and grabbed his board back “Give me that” he said in utter annoyance, stepping back to start removing his helmet, completely unmotivated to continue his practice after these events.

“That sure was a heap of fun, now I see why you're so crazy about it” Goofy said, Max was only paying a bit of attention to him, wishing he'd could just block him out for a while.

“Hey Maxy, what if I join your team, I mean we could practice together, wear them funny outfits and everything. It'd be a lot of fun” Goofy suggests earnestly

Max couldn't believe his dad just asked that. How ignorant could one father be? It was that moment he really realized he would never have his own life. His father would be around every corner, following him like a lost puppy, pissing all over his dreams and micromanaging him from now until the end of time.

It was such a bleak thought.

Skateboarding was his thing, the hobby that made him feel special and set him apart from the crowd. The one thing he had where he was truly exceptional, all those societal expectations were finally being lived up to. He cherished it, and he needed it to be his.

This was his freshman year, his time to grow up and prove to the world he could be his own independent successful Alpha. It felt so unfair he was still stuck in his fathers shadow, Goofy standing in a spotlight meant for Max.

The frustration was overflowing and Goofy was too naive to tell “Dad, as fun as that sounds, there are no openings on my team” Max said with no room to argue. As much as Goofy sucked at reading a room even he could feel Max's patience with him wear off.

“Kay?” The final question really hit it home, Max turned on his heel and walked towards his friends, who waited on the sidelines, looking saddened by the awkward situation, but sticking with Max nonetheless.

Bradley knew a moment of emotional vulnerability when he saw one “Mr.Goof, your performance was without a doubt the most breathtaking display of alternative sport Inverness yet to be paralleled by mankind” Bradley had put on his salesman voice again, his expressions exaggerated and energized.

Max could overhear the praise and rolled his eyes, it seemed Brad had worked on his Gamma Mu Mu sales pitch. He wasn't even this desperate when he had asked Max to join.

“Jee A-hyuck!, thanks! Whatever ya said” Goofy rubbed his muzzle, he picked up on the compliment but Bradley spoke so fast it was hard to keep up with.

“Thee uh Gammas, the number one team in the history of the collage X-Games have an opening on our team. And it has got your name on it buddy!” Bradley took a hold of Goofy's jacket, pulling him closer for effect, adding onto the pressure of his offer.

“Be a winner, join us” Bradley let go and all the other Gammas surrounded them, all showing support for the potential new brother.

“Hey welcome to the team” Tank walks up and stands right behind Bradley, celebrating a little too prematurely, no one was used to Bradley getting rejected, so in his mind the question was more important than the answer.

“Well that's real nice of ya to ask but I'm really only interested in staying close to Maxy” Goofy speaks with such an innocent fondness.

“Heh” Bradley felt a tinge of jealousy “I'm not sure you understand this once in a lifetime opportunity” he continues to push.

“Well, A-hyuck! I'm not sure you understand the bond between a father and his son” Goofy observed

Bradley's lip twitched at that, hitting surprisingly close to home. Why was the Goof family so difficult, this whole family didn't know what was best for them. It's a miracle the blood line made it so far when they kept looking a gift horse in the mouth.

Max had overheard the entire discussion as he and his friends were walking away. He stopped in his tracks with a look of realization.

“Guys I have a plan” Max says deviously

Bradley had learned from his first encounter with a Goof, if they wanted to miss out on their chance for greatness so be it “Well if ya change your mind, here's my card” Bradley holds a card between his fingers and winks at the older Goof who took it curiously.

“Gammas let's pack it up” Bradley waved his hand and the Alpha pack followed their leader away.

Max approached his father quickly, jumping on the opportunity to get his headache– dad to go bother someone else for a change!

“Listen, dad” his expression was happier now, unlike the way he had left “Next to our team the Gammas are thee team” it was hard for him to speak those words of praise, even if Max knew it was the truth he didn't want any part of amplifying their egos. “They need you more than we do”

“Oh yeah Mr. Goof, The Gammas are like way hot man” PJ added enthusiastically.

“And besides we will all still be around each other at practices and events all the time” Max was not lying but he certainly wasn't telling the full truth either.

“You'll have oodles of fun!” Bobby insisted with a big smile on his muzzle.

“Well son, if you say so” Goofy says with an unsure expression. It didn't feel right to compete against his Maxy, But if his son really wanted him to join the Gammas he wouldn't decline the opportunity to make him happy.

“Go for it dad” Max seals the deal with a sweet smile, reminding Goofy of his more innocent days.

Goofy smiles back, excited to be included in his son's most favorite hobby. He runs towards the group of Gammas who were still packing up their equipment “Heya-yh Mr.Uppercrust. you can count me in!” Goofy announced.

All of the Gammas looked elated, cheering and congratulating Goofy for his correct decision.

“Gentleman please” Bradley exhibits more of his control, calming the excited Alphas down and gets them to stop speaking. They all hung on his word like it was law.

Bradley holds out his hand and without speaking, the second tallest, but most lanky Alpha in the bunch hands Bradley a badge.

“Gamma brother Goofy, let me present you with your Gamma Mu Mu pledge pin” he treats the pin like precious metal, placing it into Goofs hand like a cherished heirloom, which it was. These pins were not handed out lightly and had a lot of social value embedded in them.

“Gammas exit” Bradley ordered, causing all the brothers to move with Bradley like a herd.

Goofy looked at the pin on his collar, feeling happy to be a part of something. It had been a long time since he was in a pack, he missed the companionship it brought.

“Gamma brother Goofy!” Bradley calls soon after departing, bringing Goofy out of his mind and back to reality. He walks with a pep in his step to catch up with his new brothers.

Max watches his dad march off, feeling a guilty stirring in his gut, but also stubborn vindication. His friends laughed loudly and he wished he could too, but the emotional whiplash kept him silent. What else was he supposed to do when talking didn't work?

His dad would be fine, Max told himself, he always was. He was too optimistic to understand when he was being laughed at or bullied, If anything it was Bradley who would leave this partnership with some physical and ego bruising.

Chapter Text

The night was so full of jubilation, Max and the boys decided to reward themselves for cleverly getting Goofy out of their hair, hopefully once and for all. They would celebrate by going to Club Rave, the hippest spot off campus and it offered mega nacho cheese bowls as a bonus!

The loud music was already thumping by the time they arrived, the powerful bass made the floor pulse and vibrate to its beat. The lights flashed and spun with the dancers, moving in-sync with the music, bathing the patron silhouettes in hues of every colour.

Max and his pack sat in a booth just to the side of the dance floor, they were rambunctious, chatting gleefully about the X-games coming up.

The Nacho cheese bowl was placed in the middle of the table by their server, and none of the three looked able to hold back when such a delectable temptation was in front of them.

Max took this moment to give a toast. He picked up one of the salty, cheesy rectangular chips and held it above the table “A crunch to us!” He said with loud laughter “I can't believe it, it worked!” he spoke with rejuvenated excitement, like it was his first day at State all over again.

“We unloaded my dad, now we can focus on winning!” He points his chip at the boys to emphasize his point.

PJ and Bobby both grab a chip for themselves, holding it up with Max’s in solidarity.

“Let's do it to it!” All three cheer then smash their individual chips together. howling with laughter as their chips crumble on contact. They waste no time digging their hands directly into the platter and start stuffing their muzzles, getting cheese and chip crumbs everywhere.

“Hey, Hi, I know you!” A very sweet voice calls from behind Max, grabbing his attention away from the savory salty snack he was consuming. He turns his head to see who it was, his cheeks bloated like a chipmunk, bright orange liquid cheese sauce spread across his face, snout and nose.

It was the hot brunette from class! The gorgeous one he had wanted to sit with, only for Bradley to be that lucky dog. She was leaning against the couch he sat on, her cleavage on full display in that V neck, teal dress. It had to be intentional with the way she stood, bent over in front of him.

To Max's surprise his sloppy appearance didn't deter her, she looked at him with half lidded bedroom eyes “You're the awesome new skateboarder” she observed correctly.

“Save a dance for me?” she rubbed her hand titillatingly under the clean spot on his chin looking flirtatiously at him.

It had to be intentional the way she brushed her wrist so close to his nose, giving him a strong whiff of her scent. Oddly enough, despite his infatuation with her, the scent didn't stand out.

But he barely noticed that as he gave her googoo eyes, drawn in by her beauty alone.

He swallowed the load of chips and cheese that was in his mouth “no problem” His voice was small and cracked slightly, but she still looked pleased with her answer as she walked off, one hand on her hips.

He gives the boys a smug look, his face ridiculous as it was still a sloppy mess more akin to the way a toddler would eat than an adult.

PJ and Bobby howl out with laughter, the contents of their mouth sprayed on the table, the cheese spread still around their mouths dripping off their chins while they cackled.

“You dance? I gotta see this!” PJ laughed at the thought “what are you gonna do? The Powerline?” He teased playfully.

Bobby's laughter was abruptly cut short as he noticed a familiar face in the dimly lit room, Vicky from the Bean Scene walking past in her same beret and red lipstick combo

“Woah” Bobby's mouth hung open at her beauty.

He jumped out of his seat, running in front of her, stopping her stride, an obstruction she didn’t seem to appreciate “Me and a little crumpet like yourself could make beautiful bongo music together” Bobby tries to imitate the Alphas poetic and profound form of speech, resulting in an embarrassing French accent, showing how little he understood her personality, and mocked her mannerisms.

Max winced at the embarrassing scene. He could smell Vicky's annoyance. It wasn't typical for a Beta to so bluntly court an Alpha. Her nose crinkled with disgust at the dog with the buzz cut.

“Woah, easy boy you're fogging up my karma” She rolls her eyes, not impressed by Bobby's attempt to mimic her lifestyle.

“Hey you wanna sit with us?” Max offered, he didn't want Bobby to put them on another Alphas bad side. He still wanted to be allowed at the bean scene for a pre-lecture coffee, they made them the best!

“Sure” She eagerly agrees, smiling at Max. “Your cool balances out his fool” she leaves Bobby behind to mend his hurt ego.

“Okay, whatever” Bobby dismisses like he couldn’t care less, he was clearly embarrassed to be rejected in front of his friends, but would get over it quick enough.

Vicky took a seat next to PJ as he scooched over to give her space. “Hah well if it's all the same..” Vicky flips her hair and snaps her finger “I uh, I forgot your name”

“It is endemic of the current culture that those with large stature are overlooked, except by vultures” PJ spoke so profoundly, perfecting what Bobby had tried to do moments ago.

Alphas were not very subtle around those they'd pursue, Vicky's eyes and her scent gave away her budding interest in Max’s bigger more poetic friend.

Max’s mouth hangs open in shock, Bobby raises his blue tint glasses to confirm what he was seeing and hearing. PJ had never shown them this side to them before, he was a real charmer!

Unlike Bobby's sham of a performance, PJ had a genuine flow, a rhythmic way with words and a speech that meant something to him.

“With no regard to the depth of their souls, the height of their passion, the beauty of their moment” PJ ended strong, Vicky had a sparkle in her eye.

“Oh, wise words buddha boy. How could anyone overlook such a bundle of yessness” She gasps, nearly erotically “Lets dance!” She grabbed his hand so eagerly and pulled him off the sofa, deciding that he was hers and approved their continued courting.

Once they were standing she wrapped an arm around his, surrounding the buddha boy with her scent and keeping close to him. She led their way to the floor.

“Guess the Bob-boys lost his touch” Max chuckles at his remaining friend, The comment pulled Bobby out of his PJ induced stupor, he shot a dirty look at Max

“I still out scored you ahh-hah” Bobby teased back with no maliciousness intended. “What's your count at? Two?”

“I just play it cool and let them come to me. If I chased as much as you I’d double your count” he insists with a confident scoff

“Oh yeah, a-hah, okay” Bobby sarcastically agreed “while you were playing house with Roxx i was perfecting my game! I’m years ahead of you, Bro!”

“I hope you enjoyed your few years on easy street cause you got some serious competition now bud” Max wiggled his brows

“I don’t know if the campus is big enough for two heartthrobs!” Bobby and Max squinted at one another, giving each other a hard stare down as they enjoyed their bit of competitive banter. Until the room suddenly went dark.

“Woah bro, who forgot to pay the electricity bill?” Bobby called out loudly just moments before the lights came back.

The lights changed to a new groove and a disco ball came out of the ceiling and began to spin, the boys didn't know clubs still had those old things installed, based on the spider webs attached to it, neither did the club.

The lights strobe, straining Max's eyes. This must be why Bobby wore his blue shades everywhere, with as much as he raved it made a lot of sense why his eyes would need to be shielded from flashes of dark and light.

“Hey what's going on?” Max asks in confusion as the music also took a drastic turn. It was no longer the top hits remixed into party music, it turned to a very old school 70s beat he recognized from when he was a child.

He sees a commotion begin to stir around the dance floor, thinking there would be a dance off or some sort of club event he didn't know about.

Max didn't expect to see his dad walk out into the spotlight, looking pretty cool for once. He had on a nice flashy white disco suit, a bright purple shirt and a teal ascot. And thank goodness Max had tossed his afro wig from earlier or no doubt he would be in it too.

Even more impressive than his outfit was the woman that came out to match his groove. Mrs Marpole looked like a totally different person, no longer the stuffy strict enforcer of noise control, she was now looking like a young party girl.

Max actually felt happy to see his dad, which hasn’t happened since college began. He was glad Goofy had found a date after so many years single, that his happiness was no longer dependent on smothering his son, though that was still a challenge they'd both need to overcome. Hopefully finding other outlets for the abundance of love Goofy had to offer would help improve the suffocating love he bestowed upon Max.

Max couldn't help but tap his hands on the table to the music. Shake your groove thing was a catchy song! His smile grew as his dad and his new girlfriend tore the dance floor apart.

Max stood up and danced beside Bobby to the beat. It wasn't his style of music, but it sure had a groovy rhythm that made you want to move.

“If the Gammas don't keep my dad out of our hair, his new girlfriend will hehyeah!!”

Everything was coming up Maxamilian! Finally he was going to get his life, his DREAMS back on track.

Bobby howls “Woohoo boogie!!” he smacks his hand against Maxs, giving him a big celebratory high five.

Having seen Max rise to his feet and start to dance, the teal dressed brunette came swinging back over with rhythm in her walk.

She wrapped an arm around Max as she got close enough, smiling brightly “Let's dance Skater Boy”

Max felt nervous, but cleared his throat so his voice wouldn't crack again under the pressure. He looked over to Bobby with a coy expression “Try not to pout too much while we're gone” Max teased

“Oh don't worry about me Maximum ” Bobby responds while grooving to the dance floor himself “I'm King of the disco! LAY-TAAAH!” He howls while disappearing into the crowd to pursue A dance partner of his own.

Max was pulled by his classmate deeper into the bodies of peers, a lot of whom he recognized from school. No surprise there, this joint was right off campus and advertised to the students, it was very popular among them.

“I'm Cassie by the way” his classmate spins around, finally properly able to greet Max. Her body was moving with the rhythm as she faced him.

“Hey, I'm Max” He grinned as suave as he could manage. “You really know this beat” He compliments while she dances on the spot

“My parents always listen to this kind of music” she giggles flirtatiously

Her hair bounces with every movement she makes, so light and soft. The music seemed to energize her, immersing her in the moment, it was very endearing.

“M-my dad too!” He laughed “We used to dance to it in the kitchen..” Max suddenly recalled, feeling a warm feeling of nostalgia, after so much recent anger towards his dad it was a welcomed change.

“I had a feeling this was his doing hah I saw him boogieing down with the librarian! you guys are really shaking up the scene around here!” There was a friendly warmth about her that Max really admired.

“What can I say, I like to stand out!” He said with a smug smile as he stepped in closer, taking her hand in his, and lifting it above their heads to assist in a spin. She happily moved to his rhythm, doing a little twirl then pressing their bodies together.

“I'll be cheering for you at the try outs” she bites her bottom lip flirtatiously

“Not cheering for Bradley?” He tried to sound like a tease, but realized he could have come off insecure and regretted asking.

She giggled, flattered by his possessiveness, it was an Alphas love language after all. She didn't seem to catch onto his sudden nerves.

“No way, you're much cuter” she ran her hand under his chin, making him shudder.

She pulled him in closer, pressing their bodies together, his fur stood on end although he did his best to relax. She didn’t seem to notice, just continuing to sway her hips with his.

He didn’t know why he felt so uneasy. He knew he wasn’t much of a dancer, PJ and Bobby would attest to that but it wasn’t like he has never danced before!

She seemed to notice his stiffness, took his hand and placed it on her side, She wrapped her arms around his neck, her snout inches from his.

Max's mind was heavy with thought and conflict. Like he was forgetting something, betraying someone. He had felt this way when he was with Roxxy and another beta got too close.. but why would he feel bad about it now, he was over Roxxanne!

Wasn't he?

Being an alpha was complicated. They were fiercely loyal to their mates, for years that was Roxx, and he wished it still was. But that wasn't his choice to make. Although getting over her was a struggle, he thought he had finally moved on. New city, new living space, single for the first time since highschool!

Cassie didn't deserve this, she was doing everything right, she was charming, flirty, clearly didn't mind a face full of messy cheese or bad dance moves! She had a good sense of humor and she had the most beautiful hair..

Well, Brad's hair was nicer..

Max choked on his spit in surprise at the unfiltered thoughts. He started coughing abruptly, Cassie looking alarmed as she stopped dancing.

What kind of an intrusive thought was that.. comparing her role Roxxy would suck but at least that made sense.

“You okay?” Cassie asked while she pats his back like a coughing baby.

His face burned up like he'd said the embarrassing stuff out loud, he felt a swell of shame. Were they under a spotlight? Why was it so hot in here suddenly?

Cassie looked concerned “You alright?”

Max wondered the same thing. “Yeah, I'm fine, just ate too many nachos”

“Nachos?” she raised his brow at the unique excuse

“I'm uuh.. lactose intolerant” he blurted out, feeling like an idiot, he really did take after his dad! Determined to embarrass himself to death!

He took a step back “Sorry” he apologized meekly, before turning and running from the club, he didn't want to risk saying anything else that stupid. He couldn't really trust his thoughts or actions at this moment and just needed to go back to his dorm and sleep off his stupor.

—-

It didn’t matter where he went, Bradley was always the center of it all, he didn’t need the expensive equipment of the skate park to catch anyone's eye, it came naturally to him. He turned heads without even trying.

He had amassed a small gathering of onlookers on the sidewalk by the Gamma house. He was practicing doing a handstand on his skateboard, something he saw a certain freshman do, but Max was no muse of his! He just knew he could do it every better than that hack!

Bradley glides casually across the pavement while some college girls surround him. Some of them were frequent observers, not exactly stalkers but he wouldn't let his guard down around them. Others were simply there at the right time, and were sucked into his magnetic pull.

“Ooh wow” she praised

“Look at that!” one gasped

“He’s so cool!” another swooned

The group cooed and giggled, marveling at how handsome he was, how shiny his hair and charming his smile. Days like this it felt like nothing could topple the social standing he’d created for himself. No matter how many nerds he knocked over, dorks Tank wedgied for his viewing pleasure, or how many dingy little coffee shops his crew crashed, Bradley was still universally loved, just the way he liked it.

He pushed himself up off the board with his arms, gaining enough height to flip onto his feet, despite a minor stumble he landed back onto his wheels and struck a victorious pose with his arms out. None of the people here would have keen enough eyes to see the small fault in his landing anyway.

The people around him cheered and got closer, now that he wasn't occupied with some dangerous stunts they took the chance to see if they could occupy his space and time next.

All he could hear was the praise, drowning out all other sounds as he listened intently to every word. Complimenting him was really the best way to keep his undivided attention. Everyone was saying what he already knew, he was the greatest, so talented and accomplished, It was nice to hear it affirmed.

He checked his nails while smiling, listening to a cute blond enthusiastically commending him for such a skillful display.

It wasn't long lived however, as a sudden force rips passed them, causing himself and the blond beside him to spin like a top at high speeds.

Once his body came to a stop his eyes were still spinning. He couldn’t tell what direction he was looking, feeling disoriented. But the feeling quickly passed with some meditative focus he’d learned from many extreme sports recoveries, spinning and flips were something he was used to so he could recover quicker than most as evident by the blond who was still completely out of it.

The first thing he noticed was the clothing change, the kinetic energy had been powerful enough to make him and the blond swap clothing, somehow! He looked down in alarm at the mortifying display. He gasped, stretching his arms down to cover up the bright orange skirt he now found himself wearing.

While his mind reeled at the thought that anyone would see this indecent display, he noticed the culprit skating by with a big smile on his muzzle. It was enraging, whatever unfortunate event befell him it was always a result of that Freshman.

Bradley glared at him while Max rolled off with that patronizing smirk, probably feeling really good about himself for causing Bradley so much misery.

—--

The Elder Goof was more of a pain in the ass than was worth, well almost. The idea of using Max's clumsy Beta father as the cause of his humiliation and social downfall was too good to pass up and a rare opportunity to take advantage of; most people didn't bring their father's to college. It would be worth the seared tail fur he'd gotten at Goof's initiation ceremony.

Bradley had majorly lowered the Gamma standards by letting him in. No matter, he would be out of here after Max loses at the qualifying rounds to his own dad's team. Goofy's membership will be nearly a blip in the Gammas perfect history.

He heard a knock at his door.

“Who is it?” He called without looking up from his note book.

“Gamma brother Goofy, Mr.Uppercrust the third”

Bradley sighed “come in brother Goofy” he didn't typically let his brothers into his room, but Betas had notoriously bad noses, so he wasn't worried about Goofy picking up his true scent.

Goofy walked in with a large platter of breakfast foods, it gave Bradley anxiety the way it was tipping and tottering like it would fall at any moment and create a terrible mess.

“What's all this?!” Bradley asked in alarm as he quickly snatched up his papers and textbooks from his desk where Goofy was putting the tray down.

“Gee I just noticed you missed out on breakfast this morning. And I always say breakfast is the most important meal of the day!” Goofy pumped his fist excitedly.

“And I wanted to say I'm really sorry for setting you on fire…” he looked like a sad kicked puppy

“Accidents happen” Bradley said while grinding his teeth, anyone else would be able to read the fact that Bradley didn't want to talk right now, but Goofy took his words at face value and assumed he was welcome

“What are you working on?”

“I was studying for midterms” Bradley tapped the eraser tip of his pencil onto the table.

“Woah, that's quite the head start” Goofy's eyes lit up “I wish my son Maxy was so studious! Your father must be proud!” he praised

Bradley felt a bitterness churn in his stomach at those words.

“Of course he is, I have the highest GPA in the school, I'm on track to graduate with honors, in line as my graduation classes valedictorian and I'm king of the X-Games. What's not to be proud of?”

“And your room is so tidy!!” Goofy exclaims

Bradley raised his brow, not considering having a clean space to be an accomplishment worthy of praise, but he would take it. “Thanks”

“Hey since Maxy is so busy, maybe we could be study partners!” Goofy offered excitedly

“I appreciate the offer, but I think my area of study is far out of your reach” he says with condescension.

Goofy was deaf to the snobby insult “When Maxy was a little pup struggling in math I became a whizz just to help with his homework! First A+ he ever got! It's much easier to learn with someone to bounce ideas off of!” Goofy took one of Bradleys textbooks, noting how thick it was. He flipped to the first chapter.

“Gorsh.. Is this english?”

“Technically. It's advanced quantitative analysis” Bradley leaned his face onto his fist as he stared at his book in his lap not really able to absorb the information with Goofy as a distraction.

“What's that?”

Bradley sighs a bit “It's the study of financial systems, using statistical techniques, mathematical models and computational algorithms to predict trends”

“Sounds.. complicated.. er..um maybe we could study our English midterm instead”

“I suppose it couldn't hurt,” Bradley agreed. He didn't put much time into that course, it was more of an elective he only needed as a prerequisite if he chose to pursue a doctorate in Rhetorical Studies after receiving the PhD in Finance he currently aspired to.

He didn't like taking beginner level courses, it gave the freshman a warped sense of equality to him he didn't care for.

He was pleasantly surprised that Goofy had already read the book, the reading wasn't due to be finished for another week, it showed that Goofy, despite his flaws, did have a strong focus on his academics, a trait that didn't extend to his son very much.

They spent A few hours discussing the reading, taking notes and comparing the text book lessons to the story. Bradley ended up eating the pancakes Goofy had brought even when they got a little cold.

“Thank you for the pancakes”

“I can make you some more tomorrow! It's mighty handy having a kitchen on campus!”

“I cannot eat pancakes every morning. I am on a strict low carb high protein diet..” this meal alone would cost him an extra 2 hours in the gym. 1 hour to burn the calories he'd just consumed and another as punishment for eating it in the first place.

“Oh pish posh! Growing boys need their 3 square meals a day! I won't let any of my Gamma brothers go hungry! No siree!” Goofy hummed as he left Bradley's room with a happy bounce in his step.

—

It was almost 12 am as Max approached the campus skatepark. He could hear the sound of wheels gliding on the ramp from his dorm window, PJ and Bobby were racing on the game station, so in a bid to escape the mundane boredom he decided to see who was shredding at this hour.

The small skatepark in Spoonerville was always empty around this time, so Max would sneak out at night when he needed to unwind. It became a bad habit that filled his dad with a lot of anxiety. But Max couldn't help it, he was driven to his wheels.

This college had a huge extreme sports scene, so he shouldn't be surprised that other students would share his habits of late night skating.

As he got closer his interest perked when he realized who he'd be joining.

What was Brad doing here so late, there wasn't even a crowd to show off in front of. Max couldn't remember ever seeing Bradley alone either, he always had his Gamma brothers in his proximity. Max sniffed the air, not picking up even a hint of any Alpha, not even Tank was around.

He sat aside and watched for a moment, Bradley was zoned out, zooming back and forth, performing small fun little tricks whenever he'd reach the edge of the ramp. Max never thought Bradley boarded for anything but the acclaim and praise it brought him, he figured Bradley would simply jump into any trend or hobby if he could exploit it.

He began to realize how silly the belief was, skating took a lot of trial and error, discipline and risk, a guy doing something just for fame wouldn't stick around long enough to pass the learning curve.

No way Brad needed to skate to get attention anyway, he was so good at so many things. Max felt he understood Bradley better than he ever had at the moment, he could see clearly that they shared a passion for their craft, even if that was where their similarities ended.

With a little forethought Max probably would have left Bradley to his solitude, clearly that's what the Gamma president was out here for.

But that realization never came through. Max dropped his skateboard to the ground in front of him, hopping on and pumping his foot on the cement, driving his board towards the half-pipe where he pops it up onto the flat of the ramp and rides in the shallows of the vert, picking up momentum and traveling a little higher with each pass from side to side.

Bradley stopped momentarily on the table of the ramp, his board hanging off the front, with his backfoot on the boards tail pressing down on the lip of the ramp to keep him from sliding forward.

Max had finally got enough momentum to ride the full scale of the vert, when he jumped up and passed the table he took his focus away from the board to make eye contact with Brad, he flashes him a smile, whose eyes squint tight in a hateful sneer as a response.

Bradley pressed on the head of his board, sliding down the ramp and continuing his practice, only with much more flair as he now had someone to show up. They boarded completely out of sync, passing one another on the flat, their eyes always locked in a dangerous staring contest.

He watched Bradley do a full rotation off the vert and land perfectly, sliding back onto the half-pipe with grace not many boarders could master.

“Woohoo!” Max exclaimed joyfully. He hasn't felt the rush of real competition in a while. He hated the guy but Brad had been pushing him to do better, he had been stagnant since becoming the best In his highschool.. Now he had to become the best on campus.

Max and Bradley kept on one upping one another with no signs of stopping, riding completely counter to one another, out of sync in movement and disposition.

Max and Bradley were so caught up in their own game of chicken, they failed to notice the few passersby that stayed to watch. Both boys were more focused on eachother than anything else.

It seemed like they’d be locked into this metaphorical dick size competition with no end in sight, as each of them was much too competitive and stubborn to be the one who bails first.

Max giggled as he rode closer to Bradley, He knew they were both good enough to be in a close proximity without accidentally colliding. Their boards were only a hair's width away as they passed, their boards almost kissing everything they'd return to center.

Max couldn't stop smiling, riding to the opposite end of the ramp, he soared up above the platform, looking ahead at the starry sky before turning to look at the other skater.

He was surprised not to see the other in a controlled graceful return to earth, but rather inelegantly falling from his board. Everyone crashed, but Bradley’s set off alarms in Max, immediately filled with concern.

“Fuck” Bradley cursed, his bruised ego hurt more than the hip that took the brunt of his fall.

Max jumped off his board and slid down the ramp on his knees “Woah, you okay dude?” he asked with a concerned tone.

“Shut up” Bradley huffed, waving his hand aggressively at Max's attempt to touch him. He quickly slides off the edge of the ramp. Max noticed a small wince in the other Alpha’s body language, but he knew better than to coddle the man that so clearly hated him

“I was just trying to help” Max rolled his eyes, getting a blunt reminder of why he hated Brad so much.

“No one asked for it!” Bradley growled, shoving Max just enough to make him back away “I don't need anything from a pathetic little daddy's boy pretending to be some macho Alpha”

“What the fuck is your problem with me?” Max asked earnestly with slight annoyance.

“You're not important enough to register as a problem!” Bradley shouts and points at Max's chest.

Max growled at the show of aggression “Keep underestimating me Brad! If you were impressed by my little street tricks just wait until you see what I got at the qualifying rounds”

“You skate these ramps every damn day showing off and making a scene. I've seen what you got and I'm not impressed” Bradley sneered “but you still haven't seen what I am capable of” Bradley said with a devious tone, like it was a threat. He turned sharply on his heel, collecting his board and leaving the scene.

Max felt a little nervous, realizing he’d revealed a lot more about his skills then he'd seen of Bradley's. Sure he heard great things about his past at the X-Games but he had never seen it for himself, and he was the winner for a reason.

He scoffed away the lingering fear. The first time he saw Bradley on a ramp was tonight, and he had wiped out! Now he's running away to lick his wounds after losing to Max, Not a very intimidating first impression. He was sure the King of campus was better at boasting than boarding and he couldn’t wait to see Bradley experience a real ego death when Max out scores him at the qualifying rounds.

Still, that desperate look Brad had given him before he left, like a cornered animal about to makes its move shook Max to the bone.

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Brad Pov

Bradley felt so suffocated in the Gamma house, there had always been an unpleasant odor to it, years of the wooden foundation housing alphas had made the very walls give off a lingering scent that most couldn't pick up.

But now he swore he could pinpoint every alpha that had lived here previously on their lingering musk alone, it was caked into the walls, the furniture, everything that went through the washing machine came out stinking of it.

Then there was the Alphas he'd lived with for years; he had developed a bit of nose blindness to it, making it manageable, until now.

The sensitivity that spiked when Max was around had become constant, and got worse by the day.

He couldn't sleep with such a present distraction and worrying realization that his problem would only continue to mount until something gave. It was maddening knowing why these things were happening, what was coming and having no way to stop it despite his best efforts.

So he chose to burn off some energy on the ramps, it always helped him feel weightless when everything was getting to him. At least the outside was still fresh.

“Beat it” he ordered two Betas that were loitering on the half-pipe, they didn't even have wheels, just looking for somewhere cool to sit and smoke, scuffing up the already rough ramps.

They recognized his authority as an Alpha and surrendered the area, stumbling away quickly.

When Bradley got on the ramp it helped center him, making him forget the stressful circumstances of his life. The vibrations of his wheels as they drove over the plywood reverberated through his feet and up his legs.

He had missed this feeling, the one on one time he rarely got to enjoy with just him and his board. Skating was effortless for him, he'd become so intune with the wheels below it felt like an extension of himself, something that completed him. He was in complete control, like his whole world wasn't on the verge of collapsing.

Everything around him was a blur, he went so fast the light posts and stars left streaks in his vision. He forgets about his worries as he focuses on the moment, not the past choices he had come to doubt, not the future that got more unpredictable by the day. It was a momentary feeling of being unburdened with the ever limiting choices in his life.

He could have stayed out there all night savoring that feeling despite the ill effect it would have had on his sleep schedule and mood the next day. But like the sick humor he'd come to expect from the universe, the cause of his stress was of course the one to break into his fleeting moment of tranquility.

He could smell him before he saw him, the worst scent of all if only because he actually liked it despite willing himself not to. It felt heavy and thick when it surrounded him, like he could feel it crawling all over him, unwelcomed and terrorizing.

Bradley stopped at the top of the ramp, hovering over the vert with the tail of his board pressed the table. He took a deep breath in through his mouth to avoid smelling him.

If looks could kill Max would have been dead ten times over. How dare he interrupt, to think he was worthy of sharing a ramp with Bradley uninvited; inserting himself into every aspect of his life!

Bradley considered leaving, he didn't want to deal with Max right now, and being near him only hastened his encroaching heat.

But to yield the ramp to Max and retreat would be too shameful for him to bear. It would be an admittance that his biology had control over him. How could he look at himself, how would he compete in the qualifying rounds knowing he'd already let Max chase him off once.

Bradley drops his wheels back to the plywood, locking eyes on Max as they both ride the curves. They stared intently, Max's stupid buck toothed smile searing into Bradley's mind. What was he so happy for, Max should be quaking in his worn down runners at the very thought of competing with Bradley.

It just pissed him off the way Max acted, not a care in the world, so confident he was going to be victorious even Bradley's body believed it; and wanted it.

Fueled by competition and a need to outshine Max, Bradley gains some air and performs a perfect rotation; he could do something more extravagant but Max was putting no effort into his own tricks. Bradley didn't want to come off as desperate, but nonetheless needed to show how much better he was.

“Woohoo!” Max's mockery crawled up Bradley's spine. Acting like he didn't have a care in the world, like this was just a fun little game to him. Where did he get off thinking so lowly of Bradley to not even fear their impending competition.

What was once a calming experience was now making him increasingly more agitated, his body was stiff and tense.

He wanted to jump off his board at every pass and strangle that damn Goof, wipe that smile off his face until he would respect Bradley even if just from misguided fear.

He could feel his fingers twitch at the thought of it. But physical confrontations weren't his strong suit, not by choice or preference, he'd probably enjoy brawling if he didn't know his body wasn't cut out for it. Omega's had hollow bones that were easily fractured or broken, but they made him light and quick. He could skate circles around Alphas, But that still paled in comparison to an Alphas raw physical prowess, So dishing out beatings had to be done through competitions of skill and dexterity.

He was so distracted by Max's all consuming presence that he failed to notice the physical exertion he'd put on himself. He was burning up, leading to a bead of sweat running down the side of his face.

Bradley's eyes suddenly looked panicked. Max was no longer his focus, nor was his board. He shoots his arm up to wipe off the sweat into his sleeve. His foot placement adjusted and he lost his footing while staring above the ramp.

He recognized the inevitable crash before it came and bailed on his board, kicking it to the side to land off the ramp for his safety. His hip hit the smooth plywood first, followed his back, punching the air out of his lungs.

“Fuck” he gasped. He quickly sits up straight with a groan, more concerned about his pride than any injuries he might have sustained. It also nagged him that Max would pick up on his true scent, there wasn't a moment to waste catching his breath, he needed to get out of here.

“Woah, you okay dude?” Maxs wore a look of pity, Bradley absolutely hated that look.

“Shut up” what a jackass, using this moment to patronize Bradley like he needed any bit of sympathy from this freshman. He swatted Maxs offered hand away. He slid to the edge of the half-pipe, swinging his legs off before standing up straight, he bit back a wince as he applied pressure to the side he’d landed on.

“I was just trying to help” Max rolled his eyes

“No one asked for it!” Bradley growled, he was doing fine before Max came, why did he always have to stick his big ugly muzzle into everything. Annoyed by the continued closeness he shoved the other back, just enough to put a few steps between them “I don't need anything from a pathetic little boy pretending to be some Macho Alpha” Bradley pokes Maxs chest to demean him

“What the fuck is your problem with me?” Max asked with only fleeting anger, definitely Not the response Bradley was probing for.

“You're not important enough to register as a problem!” Bradley points at the other, his whole body becoming very animated

“Keep underestimating me Brad! If you were impressed by my little street tricks just wait until you see what i got at the qualifying rounds” Max snarled

“You skate these ramps every damn day, showing off and making a scene. I've seen what you got and I'm not impressed” he scoffed “But you still haven't seen what I am capable of” Bradley said with a devious tone, alluding to the tricks he still had up his sleeve.

He made a sharp turn before the other could respond, collecting his board and walking off back to the Gamma house. He was sweating a lot, he could feel it stinging his eyes and soaking his hair.

Bradley was determined to get Max disqualified from the qualifying rounds, even if it made his victory anti-climatic, it was a victory nonetheless and he couldn't risk going on like this. He could barely be in the same area with Max for more than a few minutes, and it got worse with every interaction.

He would humiliate this freshman in front of the entire student body, make him bow to him as the inferior little towel boy he is, break this heat and finally go back to being himself without the annoying reminders of his baser instincts.

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Bradley was in a hurry as he boarded across the campus grounds, owning whatever path he chose to take. To his luck the path he took led right to Max and his sad little pack.

After such a humiliating display the other night, Bradley had decided he wasn't going to hide from Max. He needed to make up ground quickly. He wouldn’t be driven off his turf, this was HIS campus, he was the King, and he'd make that known to anyone that thought they could scare him off.

He held his breath as He skated right through the blockage the three boneheads were making on the sidewalk, pushing Max and the pot head to the ground and knocking the big ones chocolate ice cream all over his shirt.

Once a good distance he made a sharp turn, facing the three “I’ll see you at the qualifying rounds Freshmaan” he sang with a cruel undertone, not sticking around long enough to give Max a chance to get back onto his feet or for his scent to pierce his nose again.

Max stood up as he shouted at the fleeing Gamma “And after, when you'll be bringing me my towels! Boy!”

Chapter Text

Max couldn't believe his eyes, the xGames playground was massive, even for just the qualifying rounds! Every member of the freshman team was buzzing with excitement and anxious energy.

They had walked past the construction zone everyday for the last week, and finally they could see what those workers had been building night and day. Max wished he could just let loose and go boarding on all the fun structures, test it all out like his own personal play area, there were some toys he’d never had the chance to skate on before!

He wasn't sure where he'd even start if he was allowed to just go wild, everything was just too grand and exhilarating. “This is everything I dreamed it would be” Max broke the awe-inspired silence.

Bobby dramatically pushes between PJ and Max “This place puts the rage in outrageous!” he falls to his knees and bows to the magnificent display before them.

“No kiddin, it buries what we're used to” PJ says meekly, sounding a little nervous.

“Okay alright” Max speaks up quickly before PJ would spiral into an overwhelmed state “Just remember, there is nothing here that we can't handle” Max reassured his teammates.

“Oh, I seriously doubt that” Bradley spoke in a harsh whispered tone that made him sound intimidating. It took all of their attention away from the grand skatepark. His scary nature was helped along by his four surrounding goons, casting a dark shadow over him, complementing his powerful demeanor.

Max had been preparing himself for another encounter with Bradley, he knew it was inevitable at the games. He promised himself he wouldn't let Bradley get into his head, these games were about more than showing up that bully, even If that was his primary motivation as of late.

Max had mentally prepared himself for a lot of things, Bradley's cruelest words, his most assholish comments, a snobby dig at their team uniform. But nothing could prepare Max for the heart palpitations he felt when he turned to face the Gamma president in his X-Games uniform. It was a sensation like his first step off a steep ramp, the few milliseconds of free falling when his stomach would drop and he’d get a burst of adrenaline.

He tried to keep his eyes from wandering up and down his rival's form, but seeing Bradley like this was a bit jarring. He always wore his classic tan khaki pants that had a consistent width from Bradley's hips down to the hem of his legs, his button up and V-neck sweater combo also left his shape undefined. While his outfit looked good, and certainly wasn't baggy or too big for him, it also didn't reveal much of what lay just under it.

But now he was wearing a sleek and sturdy skinsuits, nothing unusual for professional athletes, the fit was aerodynamic, tight to his body to prevent drag, and based on the texture was moisture-wicking. The uniforms must have cost a lot, much more than the baggy basketball shorts and matching t-shirts Max and the boys had found at a low priced retail outlet.

The other Gammas wore matching outfits but they didn't wear it as well as their president. While the red stripe went across the other alphas chests, on Bradley it fit more around his thin waist, which accentuated his curves. The red stripes on his shoulders made his toned chest distinct despite the black colour that could easily have muffled all of those details.

Before he could shut down his wandering mind, the undeniable thought slipped through..

Bradley was hot.

Max felt the fur on his tail stand in anger, Bradley was still an asshole though, which is something a fancy skin tight leotard wouldn't change!

“We're going to eat you alive, Freshman” Bradley bit the air as he spoke aggressively.

“Oh Brad, we're quaking on our boards” Max says sarcastically, Bradley was such a dramatic guy, speaking like this was some action movie, it would be kind of funny if he wasn’t such an asshole. Max gave Bradley a hard stare before the announcer distracted them all.

“Attention, would Gamma Team 1, and team 99 report to the street competition platform” was heard across all the speakers

“Hey guys, that's us,” Max says to his teammates. He gave one anxious look over at Bradley whose attention was elsewhere now.

Max began to walk away with his team “let's do it to it” he repeated their cheer, more serious now, as it was finally time to stop talking a big game and back up those words with action.

“Good luck son! Goofy calls from behind the biggest Alpha Tank, no wonder Max hadn't noticed him there. His father gave him a big thumbs up, unlike the other Gammas there was no malice.

“Yeah, you too dad” Max says with a humored tone, he could just imagine the embarrassment Goofy was going to cause them all. Max would not be humiliated by his dad for once, for once his dads Goofiness would benefit him. He smiled proudly to himself while they walked off to the platform they’d been summoned to.

“We should get going too” Tank suggested intending to follow the Freshman team to their destination.

“I'll be right behind you” Bradley insisted with no further explanation. He walked off towards the changing facilities, most of the participants were gone at this time, waiting out where their events were being hosted.

Bradley took a cold bottle of water from the coolers that were lining the benches. He wished he could just crawl into the ice bath and close the lid on himself, or dunk his head in like he was bobbing for apples.

But he was very aware of all the eyes watching him, he was the champion with a three year winning streak, the guy to beat! The stands were more packed than he had ever seen before, the games kept getting bigger every year and he had to be better and better every year.

He took a deep breath and pressed the icy bottle to his forehead, luckily it was a hot and sunny day, so if anyone noticed his exhaustion he had an easy excuse ready to go. Despite taking 3 suppressants this morning his symptoms kept mounting, the most they helped with was blocking his scent. There comes a point when he would just have to ride out the heat and let his body run its annoyingly inconvenient but natural course.

He just needed to get through this last day, then he could disappear for spring break and deal with his issues in private. He could do it. He had been in tough spots before, he wasn’t weak and he certainly wasn’t going to run off with his tail between his legs because his stupid body wanted to start his heat early.

He opens the water bottle, taking a chug of the liquid then pouring a generous amount in his hand, he splashes the water onto his face, patting down his hair. He shivered as he felt it drip down his neck over his hot skin. He tossed the bottle to the side and started towards the staircase where his team was beginning to ascend.

–

The two competing teams walked up the scaffolding tower, which was multiple stories high. It was the tallest thing on campus now. As they ascended Max and his pack could see more of the sights, while they’d gotten used to campus, seeing it with a birds eye view was a whole other story. They could look over the horizon with no obstructions. He could see the corn field they'd driven through to get here, and the silhouettes of the neighboring city beyond that, far in the distance. It made Max feel like there was so much to look forward to, starting with how rad it's going to feel descending this thing with his board!

“AYY HO and what do you know! Welcome to the 6th annual collage X Games!” a booming voice came over the speakers, announcing the x-games to the audience.

Max didn't pay attention to whatever the announcers were going on about, he found himself distracted by the attention and adulation he was receiving. He saw Cassie in his group of fans, holding up a sign just for him. Even after his mega lameness at the club she was still hanging around. It made him feel like a king, and Max hadn’t even won yet! No wonder Bradley had gotten so full of himself; going through three years of this anyone would get an ego.

If there was ever a moment in Max’s life where he truly felt he lived up to his Alpha label it was now, he was doing it, he just needed to pull through and show them all.

They finally made it to the top of the platform, looking out at the seemingly endless expanse, feeling like he was close to touching the clouds. He felt his stomach twisting and turning, but in a pleasant, excitable way.

Max kneels down and tightens his shoe laces, tying them up neatly to avoid any accidents while out on the field, he had a bad habit of leaving them undone and face planting as a result of them getting tangled in the wheels, but today was way too important for him to let that happen.

He feels a light tapping on his shoulder, turning his head expecting to see PJ or Bobby, but no one was there.

He looked around in confusion before noticing Brad standing on the other side of him, looking away with his arms crossed.

Max thought Brad was a lot more mature than these child-like gags, it lacked the class and subtle mental warfare Bradley had been using up until now. But it goes to show the reigning King of the X-games was just a pest through and through, there was no level to which he wouldn't slump just to be an irritant.

Bradley scolded himself for getting so close to Max, he felt embarrassed by what seemed like a funny gag to pull, he realized now it was just an excuse to touch the other man. His instincts were clearly drawing him closer to Max when he was on autopilot, he would have to be vigilant.

Just by touching his shoulder Bradley felt a jolt like cold electricity ran through his finger. It felt refreshing, welcoming. He could only imagine what it would feel like if they’d…

No, he shook his head violently, he had to stay alert and focused, he couldn't let his mind become clouded with such thoughts.

“Word on the street is that there's a new Alpha in town now who poses a threat to Bradley Uppercrust the Third.” Max grinned as he caught that, the announcer was just saying what everyone was thinking. For the first time since winning the games his sophomore year, Bradley had a real good chance of losing.

“That's right Chuck! And his name is–”

“Max Goooof!”

The audience erupted in loud applause and cheers. Everyone chanting his name like he was the hottest thing around.

Max felt a little giddy thinking about how those words must have stabbed Bradley right in the ego. No wonder he was pining for Max's attention so much, he couldn't get it from anyone else, the audience was all over Max. The freshman felt like he was in complete control, he had everyone on his side and Bradley was resorting to the dumbest of pranks in desperation for even a bit of recognition from his obvious superior.

Max liked that thought, after today even Bradley wouldn’t be able to deny who the superior Alpha was.

“Max! Max! Max! Max!” The crowd cheered and chanted Max’s name. P.J lovingly shoved Max’s shoulder as his friend looked at the crowd, bashfully smiling but eating up all the attention.

Bradley tightened his helmet as he prepared for the event, looking annoyed at all the favor Max was getting. He hated how easily love could be withdrawn, you do everything right for so long but none of your past achievements matter, it was only what you could do for them today that anyone cared about.

What little relief he had gotten from the cold water had long since dried up. He felt like his skin was boiling under his suit. While he managed to will his body not to tremble in place, he could feel the urge right under his skin.

His legs were like jelly and he knew if he stepped onto that board the Gammas wouldn’t qualify this year, and Bradley would be humiliated, dethroned, and probably outed as an omega and then his life would be ruined!

His brows creased into a deep glare as he thought hard about what to do. He could always ask Tank to perform, but he knew with how nosy Tank had been that would only increase the bigger Alphas' suspicions of him, he’d probably rush Bradley to the infirmary it would be such a bizarre request. Then there was Slouch, Bradley doubted he would even get them to qualify..

Which left him one option. A conniving grin pulled at his lips. It was perfect. Their newbie Goofy would make himself useful to Bradley sooner than he expected him to. Why make it so Goofy's team beats Max when his own father could do it directly. Father vs Son, the old beta beating a youthful Alpha at his own event. Oh, it would be shameful.

It was perfect.

There was just the little matter of ensuring Goofy would impress the judges, luckily he had just the thing for that too.

“Taaank” Bradley said in a soft singing tone before yanking on the giant alphas shirt collar and pulling him down to ear level. Although an Alpha the size of Tank couldn’t be pulled around by someone Bradley’s size, he allowed Bradley this control because he trusted where Bradley would take him, he respected him that much.

Tank smiles at what Bradley is whispering into his ear, the Gamma president looking devious as he shares his plans with his most loyal Gamma Brother.

PJ was shaking Max by his shoulders, hyping him up “This is it man, your competition” PJ says with weight to his words, emphasizing the importance of this event.

“This is the big one bro” Bobby adds while handing Max his helmet, he also sounded deadly serious, which was rare from Bobby “Stay focused”

Bradley side eyes the freshman team, making sure they didn’t notice the little adjustment Tank was making to his board. His smile never faltered as he acted as nonchalant as possible.

“Just like we always do” Bradley pats the board as it is passed to him, pleased with their clever little advantage.

“It's a little insurance baby, with no deductible” Tank adds, grinning at his friend.

Bradley wore his signature big smile as he approached Brother Goofy, looking as innocuous as he could. “Crazy idea, you do the honors brother Goof” Bradley shoved his skateboard towards Goofy, not waiting for him to accept, after all this was an order and not a suggestion, but luckily Goofy wouldn’t realize that.

“Me?” Goofy takes the board with a worried look in his eyes as Bradley takes his helmet off and puts it onto Goofy's head. The other man feels nervous about his sudden call to action, but the trustworthy smile from Bradley builds up his confidence in his brother. They were friends after all.

“Gwarsh, oh.. well. Sure!” Goofy smiles as everything happens so quickly, Bradley gives him a slight push to the edge of the ramp attached to the platform.

“Well well what do we have here, looks like there has been a last minute substitution!” Max could hear the announcement over the speakers, his ears perked up in surprise, he hadn't expected anyone but Brad to represent the Gammas.

Why would an egomaniac like Brad not take the opportunity to show off and be the center of attention. He frowned as he wondered if maybe that rough fall the other night had caused an injury.

He looked over to Bradley who seemed scarce today despite being in such close proximity, he was used to Bradley being ahead of the flock, standing out among his Gamma brothers despite not being the biggest, tallest or the most flashy. It was like he was hiding, keeping out of the spotlight whenever he could. Max could spot glimpses of him on the other side of Tank, as far from Max as he could be, and hidden from the cameras, it was unusual for such a showboat.

He felt a stirring of guilt, he knew if he hadn't joined Brad on the ramps the other night the Alpha probably wouldn't have fallen. Max wanted to beat Brad fair and square, not be the cause of some pre-game injury that resulted in Brad no longer competing.

That wouldn't be a satisfying win at all, and having Brad as a towel boy would feel so unearned.

“That's right Chuck! Skateboarding for the Gammas is Max Goof's father GOOOFY!!!”

Max's ears perked up again in alarm as Goofy approached the deck of the ramp, one thing about Brad he was full of surprises.

Seriously, What was he thinking having Goofy represent the team?!

“It's patriarch and son pitted against each other in a battle of skill and dexterity!” The announcer continued while Tank lifts up a fearful and hesitant Goofy And puts him down on the skateboard.

Ah, Brad really had no shame. Trying to show up Max with his own father? Pfft. Max felt dumb for being such a bleeding heart before. Brad was nefarious and calculated, not some wounded animal.

He was going to enjoy making the Gamma president his towel boy once Goofy completely fails this event and humiliates those idiots through no fault of his own. No one knew Goofy as well as Max, and there was NO WAY Goofy was good enough to make the Gammas qualify.

“Oooh ho, this is gonna be good” Max laughs along with Pj and Bobby.

At the sound of the starting gun, Tank tickled the nervous Goofs sides, causing the older man's to laugh and squirm before falling down the ramp.

“Allioup compadre!” Tank laughs while Goofy screams his way to the bottom of the platform.

The elder Goof managed to make it to the bottom of the ramp well enough, but quickly his performance faltered as he flipped off his board, spinning around then landing right in his head.

The freshman team laughed loudly at the failure. Max could already feel Brad patting down his sweaty forehead with a soft towel, slowly pouring water into his mouth when he asked, and fanning him in a toga, like he was a Roman emperor.

But the confident smirks worn by the Gammas didn't falter.

Bradley was standing behind Tank, keeping out of the sun to help with the heat. This costume was getting more uncomfortable by the minute, maybe he should have done the event. He bet the air flowing around his face and body while he glides down the ramp would feel so good right now.

He shakes his head of those thoughts, for now he would need to help Brother Goof totally ruin his son's social standing.

“Looks like brother Goof needs a boost” Bradley takes out a remote with a big red button, grinning mischievously as he presses it. Tank was keeping guard, watching the staff and freshman team to make sure no one would see their little advantage in action.

Fire jets out from Goofy's skateboard as he flies forward, the momentum from the jets making him speed up the corner pipe where he does a triple flip, then grinds up a long staircase. The speed was impressive, almost an impossible achievement but the crowd and judges were none the wiser. Goofy lands with his butt on the board in a way that looks intentional.

Max's eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth open in shock. Bradley savored that look.

Goofy grinds across another rail, flies around the park at lightning speeds, performing multiple flips and spins, all completely out of his control but the only ones who knew that detail were Tank and Bradley.

The whole stadium was in shock and awe, some were screaming with adrenaline, completely taken aback by the unexpected new athlete that was blowing their minds, and the x games records!

Goofy flies back up the ramp, perfectly balanced on his hands as he does so! Bradley stood directly in front of the speeding skaters, stopping the board with a casual lift of his foot. Tank grabs the old man as he is flung towards Bradley by the sudden stop in momentum.

All of the Gammas smiled so proudly, having expected such a positive outcome, they relished in the audience's cheers.

“Looks like the new kid in town is no match for the unbeatable Gammas and their newest member–” “GOOFY!!” The announcers praised the Gammas through the speakers.

Max was still trying to form a thought that would make this make sense. But all of the scores were solid 10s, besides Germany, but that still made the Gammas the number one leading team on the board.

The crowd goes absolutely wild with cheering and praise. Everyone expected Max to be the big draw this year, but just as Bradley felt the disappointment of the crowd's disloyalty, so did the freshman. A hard lesson to learn so early in his college days.

Bradley looks pleased with himself as he stands by Gamma brother Slouch, who's finally been filled in on the plan. He giggles and high-fives Bradley for such an ingenious plan to embarrass Max.

But that was only part one of his plan complete: Max gets shown up by his own Beta father, totally and humiliating him.

Now for part 2: Make sure these Freshman bozos don't qualify at all.

Bradley was smiling wildly at the thought of being rid of Max. Everything would be as it should. Goofy would be kicked from the Gammas, Bradley would win the championship and remain the undisputed King of campus, his secret would be safe and he wouldn't have to deal with his omega hormones flaring up.

And Max would be known as just another mediocre Alpha. Max's reputation was a worthy sacrifice for all good it would do Bradley.

He would never have to see Max again, or smell that intoxicating scent, or think about him all night and day!

“Woah, blown away by his own dad” PJ whispers to Bobby, but his words were not quiet enough as Max turned around in a huff, betrayal written on his face.

“Hey quiet!” He spread his arms out, getting just as animated as Bradley always was “I'm trying to concentrate here!”

His whole mood was spoiled, the exhilarating high he had gotten when they first entered the playground had been completely wiped out of him.

To think he was so confident, so sure his Goofy dad would bring down his enemies from within. Why was he always such a clumsy oaf when it came to Max, but when he tries to turn it on someone else Goofy couldn't be cooler or more talented! Max couldn't even weaponize his fathers goofiness for his own gain, what good was he!

He kicks his board up. It didn't matter how inexplicably well Goofy had performed, that was all luck, and what Max had was skill, years of hard work and practice that would bring the crowd back to his side and make everyone see what true passion for skating brought you.

“It's Max's time to skate and here he goes!” the announcer exclaimed as Max stepped to the edge and took the plunge.

Max rode down the steep slope with ease, completely unlike his father; he didn't fall off the moment he reached the concrete!

Max was off to a great start, effortlessly performing a few smaller tricks among the smaller ramps, building up momentum on both his board and excitement in the crowd.

Bradley moved to the edge of the ramp from which Max had taken off. He reached into his back pocket, taking out a small golden compact.

He held it out towards the sun, catching its reflection onto the mirrored surface then shone the beam of sunlight directly at the skater riding up a ramp.

Blinded by the direct sunlight, Max loses his balance and slides down on his knees. He wonders briefly what that had been, feeling angry stirring at what a stupid mistake he'd just made. But his determination did not falter. He jumped right back onto his board and started again, seamlessly transitioning back into the competition.

The previous fall had shaken Max's confidence, his mind was too occupied with one thing, Do Not Fall Again. His focus on not falling took away from his natural, ingrained rhythm. The board always felt like an extension of his legs, now that relationship was shaken, he wasn't so sure he could trust his footing.

After his dad had done so well, he wasn't sure he could trust anything.

His over-thinking was getting to him, leading to a sloppy kickflip onto a rail that ended in him falling to the ground, landing hard on his chest. He felt the air knocked out of his lungs, and heard the gasps from the crowd.

He laid there, momentarily dazed as he took in a series of deep breaths. He heard PJ shout from a distance “Come on Max get up!”

He didn't know how long he was down, but PJs words pulled him back to reality. He couldn't let his pack down. He shook his head and jumped back onto his board. He had one big trick up his sleeve that he needed to end strong with. He had wished to build up to it a little more smoothly, but it was now or never, this was the only way they'd qualify after so many blunders.

Bradley watched the rest of the show with a smug smile, feeling he had already achieved his final goal. No one qualified for the x-games with two falls, there was a lot of tough competition, State College was a big extreme sporting hub, some of the harshest judges in the country were here.

Max was done, Bradley had won.

He smiled cruelly as he saw Max still trying in vain. Bradley actually respected Max for not giving up so easily, he held himself with the dignity expected from an Alpha but rarely conducted by them.

Max glided up one of the tallest ramps in the park, a flip or rotation, it didn't matter, nothing was saving him and his buddies.

At least he told himself that, but his mind quickly shut up as Max stopped at the top of the ramp, stretching out in a handstand, balancing lengthwise on his board.

Bradleys eyes grew wider and his mouth gaped at the spectacle as Max stretched out his body, maintaining complete balance and core control. He had never seen a trick like this before, evidently neither had the audience as everyone erupted with cheer, only Bradley had been made speechless.

His mind was racing to understand how such a stunt was even practiced, the hours put into it, the dedication. It took a lot more than skateboarding skills, that took real power, balance, dexterity, commitment. Bradley held his breath as Max's body straightened out fully, as if he were defying gravity atop that ramp.

It felt as if his heart would pound right out of his chest, like he was the one performing these strenuous exercises. He wanted to look away but he couldn't, Max was so captivating to Bradley. He prayed that Max would fall and break the spell on him. It was exhilarating to witness, and equally terrifying.

As soon as Max leapt off his board Bradley turned away, his whole body shivered, going unnoticed as everyone still had eyes on Max. It felt like he had just returned from an outer body experience.

As soon as Max was back on the deck. They both looked at the scoreboard with anticipation, both hoping for vastly different results.

6.5, 5.8, 5.9, 6.3, 6.4, 4.2

Bradley could have screamed, who the hell was judging this year! Max couldn't even grind a fucking rail! How was that a pass!

Max glared and bit the inside of his mouth, he was breathing so heavily, trying not to have an outburst. How could he have fucked up like that! He couldn't even grind a fucking rail!

Bradley scolded himself, Why didn't he take out his mirror during the peak of Max's performance, why didn't he think of that sooner! He should have done more! Why did he leave so much up to chance!

Max let his team down, his pack down, his fans down! Everyone was watching him and he had failed. Even Bradley was watching! no way he would be impressed now, he was a joke. No one would take him seriously after this.

AAUUUGH!!!! They both screamed internally.

“Relax, it's okay man!” PJ pats Max's shoulder and leans in close, giving him a supportive nudge “were in!”

Max pulled back, too frustrated to be cheered up by fake optimistic nonsense. “Augh!” He grunts before lashing out again “Get real!” he walks off in a huff.

Bobby and PJ share a look of concern and sad understanding. It wasn't a good day, it was a rough performance alone, but made all the more terrible by the fact that his middle aged father had been the one to beat his score just prior.

A lot was riding on this event for Max, the school year had been rough to say the least, not anything like what he expected so naturally he was desperately hoping for a win at the one thing that never let him down. The one thing he was really good at.

Bradley took his place with the other Gammas, keeping those violent thoughts and feelings bottled up where they'd be a future Bradley's problem.

He wore his signature big fake grin, making it even bigger for when Max walked by dejectedly, looking at the ground with a heart full of rage.

“Witness gentleman, victory is ours” he says to Tank and Slouch once again demonstrating why they needed him. “And most importantly we taught our little freshman foes not to mess with the Gammas” he pointed both his thumbs to himself. That smile now back to a toothy scowl, glaring at the bucked toothed alpha.

Max didn't dare look at Bradley, he knew he would see nothing but smug superiority, although he was used to it from the Gamma president, Max would actually believe it himself this time.

Goofy was already hoisted off the platform, being walked off by all his many new adoring fans. He's lifted above their heads, paraded around like a hero while they shout his name in unison. “Goofy, Goofy, Goofy”

“Maxy!” Goofy calls his son “Maxy!” Although everyone is cheering for Goofy the only real acknowledgement the father wanted was from his son.

Max glared at his father while he walked away, feelings of jealousy and envy stirred against someone he wished he could be happy for, happy to see. But that wasn't possible right now.

Skateboarding meant a lot to Max and his father knew that. It was his craft, how could he take pride in it now.

He was done talking to Goofy, he needed time to think about his next step because sharing a campus with his dad just wasn't working.

—

Bradley would usually be reveling in the audience's praise right now, the last 3 years he had been the one in Goofy's position, being hoisted around and carried like a king.

Honestly he had more pressing matters than to be envious of the older Goof. He bit his lip despite finding the habit gross and unappealing, But the pain helped keep his focus while he waited for an opportunity to sneak away.

The Gammas descended the tower, meeting up with their other brothers who immediately began to playfully roughhouse, giving each other friendly nuggies and congratulations.

The switch up between Bradley and Goofy was entirely unexpected to the fraternity brothers,, but the Gammas thought it was an ingenious maneuver. They raved about how clever their president was, and cackled about how Max left the area a butt hurt sore loser, while the Gammas were bigger and better than ever thanks to their leader. What a play!

If Bradley hadn’t presented the way he did this could have been a perfect moment for him. He could have enjoyed his victory, schmoozed with his brothers, and worked the crowd in their favor. Crowd work was one of his specialties, He might even be better at it than skateboarding.

He watched the mob from the side lines, He looked especially stiff as he over thought his every movement, avoiding allowing himself to twitch or sway, his body wanted friction and he refused to give in even the slightest bit.

He hadn't noticed Tank approach, putting his hands on Bradley's shoulders and hoisting him off his feet effortlessly. There was so much strength disparity between the two men, if Tank wasn't used to being the strongest Alpha in any room he might have noticed just how light Bradley was compared to the others.

“Awk, wha!” Bradley was so stuck in his thoughts that his reflexes had dulled, taking a moment to realize what was happening and what Tank intended by lifting him off the ground.

“Let's get you up there baby!” Tank says as he walks towards the crowd. The other Gammas cheered, and chanted his name, of course believing their beloved president deserved every bit of praise that Goofy was receiving. He was the Mastermind after all.

Bradley felt his arms burning under Tank's grip, he was surprised the bigger Alpha hadn't noticed how warm he was, he must have a lot of callus on his giant hands.

Being touched right now felt like a torture he wanted to give into, he tensed to stop the spasming of his nerves under those pressure points of Tanks fingers. His eyes were wide like saucers, the last thing he needed was a crowd of people to be all over him, the idea was absolutely horrific.

“Tank! Put me down!” Bradley growled, his blood was running to his face, turning him red with anger.

“But you love crowd surfing” Tank says playfully, Bradley had done it every year prior, it was like a tradition at this point.

“RIGHT NOW TANK!!” Bradley spat while he screamed at the bigger man.

The outburst caused Tank to quickly comply and the other brothers to compress their lips. Slouch covered his mouth and made an “oooh” noise, like Tank was being scolded by a teacher or parent.

“Do not touch me!” He demanded, looking around at all the Gamma brothers so they knew this was a universal order.

All the Gammas looked confused, Bradley was not the type to shy away from friendly contact, he would often speak with his hands before his mouth. Especially when it came to Tank.

Bradley realized he had reacted strangely by the way the Gammas looked at him. He recognized his outburst was prompted by a lot of personal factors they aren't privy to, his body overheating, his clouded mind, the terrible urges, jolts and jitters. If he wanted it to stay a secret he needed to chill out, but most importantly he needed to leave.

He cleared his throat, bringing his voice back to its normal charming cadence. “I can't celebrate right now I have to go back and set up for the X-games after party” he excused himself. In reality the party was already planned and set. When one had as much money as the Uppercrust family they didn't have to hang their own streamers.

“Yes!” The small group pumped their arms in excitement, Bradley always threw the best parties!

“I'll come help you set u-” Tank seemed wary about leaving Bradley alone to toil away while the Gamma brothers enjoyed the celebration.

“NO!” Bradley demanded quickly, then covered himself with a few much gentler requests; “I actually have a task for you!”

“Anything you need! Tank’s got you covered baby!”

“I need you to pick up.. chips.. chips and snacks” he went with the excuse, it would keep Tank out of his hair “Here is my card. Go crazy” he handed the other a shiny golden card with a limitless budget.

“The rest of you just spread the word” he says while walking away “Invite everyone, it's going to be the biggest party of the year!”

—

Bradley could barely stand up straight on his board, the speed was making him dizzy but he refused to slow down as the blood rushed to his head. His heart was racing out of his control, even as he exerted so little physical effort.

When he got to the Gamma house he kicked his board onto the front lawn, wiping away the sweat from his face as he rushed inside, leaving the door swung open behind him as he hurried to the solitude and safety of his room. He shut his room, locking it in multiple places. He grabbed his comforter off the bed, tossing it to the floor and kicking it up against the gap in the bottom of the door to keep his scent from escaping.

He quickly stumbled to his bathroom, shutting the door again as another barrier between him and the outside world. He checked every pill bottle he had, knowing beforehand they'd all be empty but desperate enough for relief to look again. He had gone years only needing these heat suppressant pills on a small handful of occasions, and suddenly he'd gone through his supply in only a semester.

“So stupid” he sneers to himself while squeezing the empty bottle in anger then throwing it to the floor, hearing it bounce off the surface.

He could no longer stop his hands from trembling as he reached to the back of his neck and pulled the zipper down his back. It felt like steam was coming off his body as the cool air hit his back. His fur was wet and disheveled.

His briefs were saturated in slick. He felt a surge of embarrassment as he saw how much of it he'd been covered in. It stuck to his thighs and ran down his legs. The slippery substance dripped off his crotch, making a puddle on the floor. He was thankful to be alone, he didn’t think he would be able to show his face on campus again if a single soul saw him like this, needy, weak, smelling of lust and covered with evidence of his excitement.

People always spoke of the importance of body language, but Bradley's body and mind rarely aligned, they both had vastly different desires. His life's biggest struggle was the internal battle between these parts of himself, he thought he’d managed it well, that with the medication, and a schedule he could keep control.

But he was finding out just how wrong he was.
The medication had let him down, and his heat came early. It crossed his mind that after multiple failed mating seasons and increased age his body was getting more desperate and adjusting its schedule hoping for better luck. He was his own worst enemy, implementing devious war tactics and strategies to catch him off guard.

He came to realize that the whole room was quickly enveloped in his sweet aroma as he stood naked, hating himself and what his body turned him into.

He threw his clothing into the shower and poured the strongly scented body wash onto the rags as a desperate resort to combat its smell. He stepped into the enclosed space that made up his shower, turning the water on cold, and changing the settings to blast. He stood under the torrent of water, feeling like a hot saucepan being placed under running water, making it steam and sizzle on contact.

He stood still for a long moment, until his fur was completely drenched and his hair was soaked. The weight of the water made his bangs hang down over his eyes as he stared at the drain watching the water flow down.

He shut his eyes and groaned as he felt a dull ache in his lower abdomen. He leaned his shoulders forward, tapping his forehead against the porcelain of the shower wall as his heart refused to slow. His breathing was heavy, feeling like he was suffocating even as he filled his lungs to capacity.

The squeezing of his thighs against his clit felt amazing, so he spread his legs apart to relieve that pressure, and refused his body that pleasure. But it didn’t seem to matter how he denied himself, it only made his bodily want to grow stronger. The sensation of water drops from the cold shower made his pussy throb. The sensation of the cold stream against his hot body made him meowl pathetically in his throat.

Bradley closed his eyes as his legs spread apart even more. His hand traveled between them to wipe the slick off his thighs. His hand still lingered, mind hesitant to allow himself to do what he needed.

As he rubbed his inner thigh his wrist brushed against his swollen clit, Unsure if it was an accident or intentional contact. His breathing hitches and he does it again, this time knowing it was no accident.

He groans, biting back the pathetic sound he was tempted to make.

He stops with the pretense of these contacts being accidental, deciding instead to just get it over with instead of extending his humiliation ritual unnecessarily. He had been here before, he hated it every time and despised himself when it was all over. But he needed to do it, what's a little more shame and self loathing going to do to him.
He rubs his fingers between his folds, feeling the pleasant sensation with every point of contact, even the lightest breeze was making him shiver and moan. His hips begin to sway hesitantly from one side to the other, still contained by his own pride.

He wasted no time and took the plunge, burying two fingers in his opening. His legs buckled and he bit his lip but a loud whine still escaped. His eyes rolled back, a pleasurable tingle traveled up his spine. He found it so cruel how his body rewarded him with euphoria this way, trying to cloud his mind enough to throw caution to the wind and take another step towards his stringent predestined path.

He couldn’t help himself but give into his need for pleasure, putting aside the shame he felt as he fingers himself more vigorously, humping onto his own hand desperately. He could feel his walls clamping down on his fingers, relishing the feeling of being penetrated and filled. His wrist rubbed against his clit, making his toes curl and legs go weak until his knees buckled and he slid down to the floor.

He rubbed his hips so strongly against his hand, closing his eyes as he desperately wanted to finish, scaving off the thoughts of simply opening his door and letting whoever wandered back first have their way. He would never let that happen but it scared him to think he might.

In the heat of the moment he could hear him so clearly and mockingly “oh Brad”

His eyes shot open, turning to look around his empty bathroom, expecting to see Max’s silhouette behind the steamy glass of the shower door. He sat on the shower floor and pressed his back against the wall, hand quickly returning to his pussy which felt too desperate to be ignored.

He wonders briefly if he would have stopped if Max really was there watching him, somehow he doubted it. Pathetic, embarrassing, demeaning, and it was all his own stupid fault.

He tilts his head up, his nostrils flared as he pants heavily, avoiding opening his stupid loud mouth, he could smell him again, Max’s scent was so distinct it stuck in his mind like a vivid memory. While his body had given in, his mind was still resistant to those intrusive thoughts.

His face was heating up as he increased the friction, he opened his mouth to take in more air, panting heavily “aah.. Mmm..” he pressed his lips together again, muffling that name, he didn’t want to moan his rival's name like that. Max didn’t deserve to have his name on Bradley's lips during such an intimate and impassioned moment!

anyone but him.. please..

Please don't think of Max

Every year he gave a little bit more into the pleasure, hoping he wouldn’t take a step he couldn't come back from. Just call him, sure he hates your guts but he’d still come, you could put this silly feud to rest, as if you didn’t know this would be your ultimate outcome anyway.

You'd be happier, your life would be easier, You’d finally feel completeness, your pride would come from the pups you bore and the things they’d accomplish. That would be your legacy; he hated how similarly his internal voice sounded like his father in these moments, like a part of him actually agreed with what his old man told him. Maybe he would be happier, maybe the part of him that rejected his Omega assignment was the wrong part.

“Ahh, ah Max! Fuck..” tears pricked at the sides of his eyes, allowing himself to call out Max’s name, giving in a little more. It wasn't like his self perception could get any lower anyway.

“Maax, Max! Maxxx!!” He thought about that stunt Max pulled off so gracefully, His baggy shirt being pulled down by the gravity, revealing Max's stomach, his hip bones and the tanned coloured treasure trail that went from his belly button down into his shorts.

The sweat that beaded down Max’s face and neck, breathing heavy from the physical toll it took on him. That angry expression Max wore whenever he'd look at Bradley, like he was less than scum.

He could picture it so well, Max fucking him with all the distain in the world, looking down on him physically and metaphorically as he turned Bradley into the pathetic Omega he always was.

Max would leave nothing left of him. And Bradley would love it.

“AAhhhh! MAX!!” He couldn’t stop screaming his name as waves of pleasure crashed over him so suddenly he hadn't prepared for it. His legs cramped, his free hand balled into a fist as the other stayed buried inside him, his whole body tensed as he released wave after wave.

He was panting harder than he ever had on a skateboard, feeling like his lungs were full of fire, his pussy throbbed, feeling even more sensitive than it had been before.

He pulled his hand away from his needy cunt.

He couldn't stay here. He shuddered at the thought of what his Gamma brothers would do if they found him like this, smelling like an inviting decadent meal catered just for them.

Even more terrible he doubted he would put up much resistance.

And if Max showed up, somehow like he always seemed to.. Bradley doubted he'd ever come back to himself at all.

He threw open the shower door, crawling out onto all fours before he managed to stand on his shaky legs, still feeling the after shock of his orgasm. He wasted no time going to his closet, throwing on whatever he could find, not minding how it didn’t match in colour or style, and became immediately soaked in the shower water. He grabbed his gym bag, shoving in his soaking x-games uniform, underwear and anything else that might have the smell of his heat on it.

He felt nauseous as he pushed his spent body to keep going, resisting the urge to sit somewhere and breathe. All he could think of was Tank coming home with the party food and what Bradley would do if he smelt an Alpha so close to him.

Bradley ran from his room and right down to the Gamma car garage. He tossed his bag over his shoulder, putting on his helmet before mounting his motorcycle. It was more uncomfortable than it had been before, the vibration of its engine did nothing to help with his problem. But It was a discomfort he would just have to deal with, his own fault for not bringing his sports car instead.

The garage door opened slowly, as soon as his bike could fit Bradley pumped the gas and ducked below the door, riding out onto the street with his engine roaring as he refused to let up on the gas pedal.

He noticed his brothers arriving at the Gamma house, looking confused as he sped off.

No will power to explain now, he'd message them later with some excuse.

Chapter Text

The day after the X-games was hell. Max felt stiff all over from the physical exertion and multiple falls, but worse than the bodily aches was the shame and the guilt. He had let himself down, but worst of all he let his pack down and everyone who cheered for him.

Even as he tried to stay low and mend his wounded pride, all he could hear was the reminder of his failure. The Gammas were hosting a crazy party, the biggest of the year with music blasting for 48 hours!!

Everyone was already getting pumped up for the midterm break, the Gamma party was just the start. No homework, No studying, just jubilation, drinking and vacation!

Max had been looking forward to this weekend, back when he thought he'd be getting a glorious taste of victory, not a serving of humble pie by his own father.

His friends tried to help him out of the funk, wanting him to join them on their spring break escapades. but he couldn't do it, he could barely face them and didn't feel deserving of a night on the town. He just needed to be alone for a while and think about things.

He had talked so much shit and for what? To get shown up by his beta father? To fail at a simple trick like the rail grind? He was the school's laughing stock! He never wanted to leave the room again.

He felt lithless, discouraged and emotionally drained. He spent most of day one in bed, covering up the windows and trying to drown out the noise from the party just down the road. Day two he played video games until his thumbs blistered. And now it was day three, the music from the Gamma’s house was still going as student’s dragged themselves to their midterms, most likely regretting the previous days of partying instead of studying.

Serves them right, he hoped all the Gamma’s flunked. Well except Goofy, Max wanted his father out of here as soon as possible.

The worst part of it was that he knew they qualified. He had a second chance, and yet that reminder was more terrifying than a comfort. A second opportunity to humiliate himself in front of everyone, to let down his pack, to lose to his father. He wished he hadn’t qualified by the skin of their teeth, then it would just be over and he could avoid opening up that wound again to add more salt.

But no, Brad would have another chance to laugh at him with those cruel cold eyes. He was probably relishing in the thought of competing with Max and getting to whoop his ass himself. Max’s inevitable failure would be more proof that he's so much better.

Max brought his hands to his face, rubbing his eyes and groaning in exasperation. He already knew Brad was better, everyone did! The multiple X-Game wins, perfect grades, his charming voice, silky hair, dazzling teeth, perfect sexy body in his stupid slutty skin suit!

Max whined pathetically, feeling his cock throbbing at the reminder of Brad's uniform squeezing him in all the right places. Max noticed a tent sticking up from under his sheets, his face going red as he hadn't realized how turned on he had become and what for.

Fuck, now he's lusting after another Alpha like he didn't have enough problems! Or maybe he had a humiliation kink? What was worse?

He didnt even feel horny, he was just pissed and the last thing he wanted to do was fuck Brad! Even if he offered, Max would say no!

At least.. he thought he would.

Max sat up on the edge of his bed, hoping the change would correct his blood flow to somewhere other than his dick. He could still feel it rub on his thighs, concerningly hard and warm.

With his midterm only an hour away, he considered maybe flunking out. He couldn’t go to his midterm with a boner, there wouldn't be enough blood going to his brain anyway and he doubted it would go down by itself in time to make the test.

As humorous as the thought was, Max couldn't afford another failure right now. He was already a loser socially, romantically and in his hobby of choice. All he could really stand on was being a below average student.

He hesitantly brought one hand to the waistband of his boxers, sliding it under the elastic and rubbing his cock from under the fabric. He didn’t want to jerk off a boner Brad had caused, but it was already becoming uncomfortably stiff and he couldn’t miss his test, not after prioritizing skating for the first half of the year.

He decided he would just think about nothing, mindlessly stare at the wall until completion.

The idea was nobel but not realistic.

He could still feel the music from the Gamma house vibrating his bed. Brad probably had a great time this weekend, loving knowing Max was sitting out all alone, forced to listen to them celebrate their momentous victory.

It should have been him, standing over Brad victoriously. He’d love to see the Kings reaction to it, finally faced with evidence that someone was better than him, and of all the people it could have been, it was Max.

Max’s jaw tensed, his stoking got faster, more agitated as he imagined Brad kneeling there before him. Max was surprised by how much he enjoyed that thought, he felt his ego boost for the first time in ages as he imagined Brad’s subjugation.

Would he take the loss honorably, or would he throw a tantrum. Max could honestly see it going either way, Brad did have a short fuse he’d already set off before, would losing set him off too?

Probably, Max decided. Brad was terrible in every way, naturally he’d throw a hissy fit when he crown got taken from him. That spoiled rotten prep had everything handed to him on a silver platter, he’d be surprised if he’d ever heard the word ‘no’ ever in his life.

He would stop Brad’s bitching by taking the other man by his jaw and burying his member right down his throat. Max would fuck all those degrading words back down his throat where they should have stayed. His mouth was so good at dishing out verbal beatings he was sure it could take a beating in return.

It was exactly the humbling Brad needed.

Even in Max’s fantasies Brad didn’t look impressed with him, like he was still so much better despite having Max’s dick down his throat. He couldn’t realistically picture Bradley with anything but a harsh, judgemental and domineering expression, all smug and sure of himself.

You’re still a loser

You’ll never impress him

he would never go for someone like you.

He's so out of your league.

He hated that! Hated everything about Brad. Why did he still have so much control over Max in his own fantasies?

Max fell back against the bed in frustration, squeezing his eyes tight while his hand still worked his cock. “Oh fuck Brad..” He gasps, squeezing his member, he hadn’t had a boner this hard in a long time, not since becoming single.

He kept stroking his length, feeling the pleasure building to an uncomfortable degree, he was so close, he could feel it in his whole body, the anticipation of his approaching orgasm was making his head spin.

“Please Brad..” He begged and pumped his hips like a desperate dog. He wanted Brad so badly, any part of him, any acknowledgement. “Please let me cum” he pleaded for permission as pre-cum began beading at the tip of his cock.
This scenario fit the Brad he knew so much better. He would relish in the worship, enjoying how pathetically Max would tremble when his tongue ran up the length of his cock. How much control he’d have holding Max’s hips still as he took the Freshman into his mouth at an agonizingly slow pace, edging him until he cried for relief, getting his own form of sick pleasure knowing he had Max wrapped around his fingers.

“Please let me cum” he pleaded for permission as pre-cum began beading at the tip of his cock. “Brad, please I’m so close” He bit the bottom of his lip, imagining Brad sucking and gagging until his nose pressed against Max’s lower abdomen, buried in his black fur. The subtle feeling of Brad’s throat restricting over his cock would push Max over the edge.

“AAUGH” He came so hard his entire body tensed, irritating his raw muscles to ache once more. His cum shot to the carpet as he released. He swore he could feel Brad's fingers squeezing his thighs as he held Max in place to take his load.

Shit. He would never hear the end of it if anyone knew, much less Brad. He breathed heavily, feeling like he ran a marathon. He stared at the white ceiling, surprised and concerned as pre-nut clarity set in. He realized he had a lot to unpack.

He heard loud knocks on his door that allowed his mind to think of something other than his internal conflict.

“Maxy? Son? Ya in there?” Goofy called from the other side of the door.

Max rolled his eyes. Goofy had stopped by five times a day since the X-Games fiasco, not getting the hint that Max was 1. Not home or 2. Not talking to him!

“if-if you're in there i'll see ya at our midterm son!” He sounded hopeful, trying to mask the fear that Max would never forgive him “Don't be late!” He added, trying to sound fatherly though his confidence was shot,Max could hear the sorrow linger in his voice.

There was a long moment of silence as Goofy hoped for a response, but after enough time lapsed Max could hear his fathers foots dragging as he walked away.

Fuck

Their midterm was in 20 minutes. At least Max wouldn’t have to self-reflect now, he could distract himself with English and with any luck he’d never have to face this dark moment again.

—

Max bit back his pride and finally left his dorm. He hoped he would get a passing grade despite spending the cramming time playing video games and wallowing in self pity. He wasn’t failing, but he wasn’t doing great either. He skims by with minimal studying, just enough to keep him from failing while he pursues his real passion, partying and chicks.

And look how that turned out. All that skateboarding practice and tail chasing came at the expense of his grades and he was still a total screw up in both regards. He really wasn’t good at anything, was he?

Max kept his head low as he didn’t want to talk to anyone or be recognized. He walked directly to the seminar room where the midterms were taking place, not stopping for even a coffee.

“Maxy! I've been looking all over for you son” He heard his dad call and let out an annoyed sigh, he looked towards his dad, expression cold as he waited to hear what his dad wanted this time.

Goofy put his hand on Max’s shoulder “Where ya been?”

Max looked down, ashamed of spending his entire Mid-term weekend hiding away from the world and eating nothing but greasy foods while the rest of campus was out having a great time or improving their grades with rigorous study.

Picking up on his son's silence, Goofy continued “I can't tell ya how sorry I am” He says with an apologetic look in his eyes. He really was sorry, Goofy didn’t have a malicious bone in his body, but his willful ignorance was no longer cutting it as an excuse for Max.

“Pf save your breath” Max shoved Goofy's hand off his shoulder in anger.

“You may have won this time” he waved his finger in his fathers face as it continued to droop sadly “But dad.. Ugh” Max wanted to lay in on him, say what he needed to finally chase his father away for good, but he couldn’t find the words, it wasn’t Goofy's fault he was better than Max at skateboarding. It wasn’t even Goofy's fault he was on the Gamma team.

He huffed and threw his hands down to his side “This campus just isn't big enough for the both of us”

“I didn't mean for it to turn out this way Max” Goofy said with a glossy look in his eyes “I'm just trying to be closer to you”

“Ugh don't you get It! I'm trying to get away from you!” He says harshly, but Goofy needed to hear it. If Goofy had respected Max’s boundaries from the start they wouldn’t be here now “I'm not a little kid anymore! Now just leave me alone and get your own life!” he makes a hard turn and storms away in his huff, much more agitated than he had been before.

—

Damn, After that test Max wished he'd used his hermit weekend to study instead of playing mindless games. Still he was confident he'd get an average score, maybe a little below average.. He was confident he wouldnt fail at least!

He could live with that.

Maybe he would have done better if he hadn’t spent the first half hour of their 3 hour time slot scanning the room for a missing face.

He could believe Brad missed a class or two, But missing a test was weird. Despite it not being his graduation year, it was widely accepted he would be the valedictorian of his class, yet this was worth 30% of their grade.

Max bit the inside of his cheek, when Brad was here he was a distraction, and when he wasn’t here he was somehow even worse of a distraction! There was just no winning!

He got through the test despite his wandering mind. He brought it to the professor's desk, leaving it in a tray to be marked later. On his way out he looked back towards the desks, seeing a good chunk of students still writing away, it was a good sign that he at least wasn’t the last one out.

While he waited in the hallway for Bobby and PJ to finish he noticed Tank was one of the students to leave the class after Max, the giant lap dog looked weirdly harmless without his boss around.

Max flinched forward, very nearly rushing to the big man to ask where his Fraternity President was. Luckily he had stopped himself from doing such a thing.

He couldn’t let Tank think he cared about Brad’s whereabouts, they were enemies! Why would he care?

He folds his arms and grumbles to himself as Tank leaves his view. Honestly he didn’t care, Max told himself. He didn’t care at all about Brad or what he decided to do during test time, It was just a freak coincidence that he always nagged at his mind.

Bobby came out of the room with a big smile on his muzzle and a relaxed demeanor.

“Hey Bobby, You look like you aced it” Max put his hand out, greeting Bobby with a casual low five.

“Oh ch’a! Easy man, no stress, no worries… What I ace?” He asked, looking genuinely confused

“Uh, the mid term” Max cocked his brow

“Oh yeah yeah, forgot about that. It's all in the past now” He smiled confidently

Max admired Bobby's ability to be so relaxed, it was the complete opposite of PJ, who walked out looking haunted.

“My dads gonna kill me man” PJ complained

“That rough?” Max patted his friend's shoulder while the three started to walk away from the lecture hall “Great thing about college, you don't have to tell him”

“Unless he comes to join your class” Bobby said with a little giggle, failing to realize how Goofy's presence really got to Max and wasn’t a laughing subject.

“Shut up, man” Max huffed

The three of them headed down the hallway to nowhere in particular. Likely the other two were following Max as they were prone to do, but Max had no destination in mind besides going back to his dorm.

“Hey did something feel off in there to you guys?” Max asked curiously

“Yeah, one of the questions asked what the meaning of the universe was. Like I think our profs over estimating his teaching chops” PJ laughs

“No, not that” Max turns around so he could face his friends while he walked backwards “I meant that Bradley wasn't even there”

PJ and Bobby look at eachother, communicating something before looking back to Max.

“I didn’t even notice” PJ shakes his head and shrugs

“Yeah, like, who cares bro?” Bobby put his hands behind his head in a chillaxed state

“I DON'T CARE” He barks suddenly “it's just super weird..” Max trails off hoping someone would agree

“You really seem to care..” Bobby pushed back, frowning a bit in concern

“You guys dont think it's suspicious that the top performing student at State is skipping mid-terms?”

“Suspicious?” PJ tilted his head, looking nervous as he laughed a little “like.. he skipped just to mess with you?”

“I don't know! I was just asking!” Max groaned, he regretted ever bringing it up.

“He's probably just sick or something” PJ reasoned

“Yeah man, Don’t get so Alpha brained bro, you're low key obsessed” Bobby adds

“DON'T call me Alpha brained!” Max warned, though he wonders if that was true. He worried that the stress and competition of college was going to change him.

“Relax, Brads been harshing your mellow man” PJ put his hands on Max’s shoulders and rubbed them like a massage. “He’s been a-wal for a few days now anyway”

Max’s ear raised “Wait what? How do you know that?”

“He wasn’t at the X-games qualifying party” Bobby said, before slapping his hands over his mouth, realizing he had over shared.

“...you said you weren't going to that!”

“.... They had an open bar” Bobby smiled innocently, shrugging his shoulders like it was out of his control.

“And an open pizza bar!” PJ added excitedly

“You went too!?” Max felt a little betrayed by this news. Bobby was an unpredictable party animal, but PJ was his best friend since they were kids!

“Just for… like an hour” PJ looked guilty, obviously lying.

“I went to crash it, I swear” Bobby put his hand over his heart and held the other up, as if swearing in court. "I figured it would be the best way to get those Gammas back. But all the qualifying teams were there and everyone was like.. super chill. They didn't even kick us out” Bobby said like it was a surprise to himself.

“I think the only ones with beef is you and Brad” PJ pointed out

“Yeah, what's with you two?” Bobby adds

“Is it an alpha thing?

The constant firing of questions was frying Max’s brain “I don't know what it is!” He yelled, making the two flinch “Ask him! Since you guys are so buddy buddy with the Gamma’s now!” Max threw his hands down and walked off, he didn't want to listen to them, like this was somehow his fault?

He should have just joined the Gammas to begin with, he had nothing to lose and everything to gain. A guaranteed X-games win in his first year at state, big parties, new and powerful friends, the adoration and love of all his peers.

If he knew PJ and Bobby would cozy up to the Gamma’s anyway, then why should he put his neck on the line for them? That's why Brad was at his throat, because he stayed loyal and refused to break up their team even when the temptation was there.

His whole life was imploding, he was the laughing stock of his peers and fighting with his father, yet Bobby and PJ acted like the same old goof balls, completely unaware of the pressure he was under, how he was questioning everything in his life and discovering a new side to himself he wasn’t sure he liked.

He was losing his cool, he was competitive, obsessive, angry, spiteful, and so confused.

—-

This had to be one of the worst springs of his life. Heat season always sucked but this year definitely stood out as one of the worst. Bradley hadn’t gotten much relief, he felt edged without a climax, still stiff and pent up instead of refreshed and relaxed like how most heats ended.

Bradley was completely exhausted, dehydrated and hungry. He had barely taken the time to replenish the liquids he had been losing, and concerns for food were even further out of his mind.

The mirrors in his room were already covered up, one thing he could prioritize even in his heat induced state was the refusal to see himself that way; all red faced, sweaty, dazed and drooling, he didn’t even recognize himself when he was like that. It was bad enough he had to hear himself moaning obscene things he'd absolutely never moan for outside of his one week of weakness.

He had let his fantasies get carried away while in his heat induced stupor. He trembled as he remembered what he had wanted so badly. He knew he had been alone this whole week but the idea that every one of his peers knew what he’d secretly yearned for nagged at him.

He tilted his head back and chugged a bottle of Gatorade in an attempt to replenish his electrolytes. Since he was home he could spend a few days recouping before returning to campus as good as new. His brothers and most importantly, Max, would be none the wiser.

He was pulled from his mental planning as knocking was heard against his door.

“Brad. We need to talk” his fathers deep voice came from the other side of his door, he always sounded so commanding, even when there was no inflection in it.

“Do we, though?” Bradley responded, much quieter, but his dad still heard him.

“I wasn't expecting you home for another week” Bradley the second explained “We need to talk about what happened”

Bradley sighed then chugged down the rest of the red Gatorade, wishing it was a stiff drink, maybe then he could get through this discussion a little easier. The thought that he could quickly sneak out of his bedroom window and literally run away from this conversation crossed his mind, but that just wasn’t realistic.

Bradley stepped out of bed, feeling weak on his feet, like he hadn’t used his legs in a week, which was pretty accurate. He put a nice robe over his disheveled satin jammie set, then slipped his feet into a pair of slippers while he tried to comb back his greasy, unbrushed hair. But there was no salvaging his looks, the bags under his eyes looked more like shiners, his lips were dry and cracked, cheeks slightly sunken, looking gaunt and pale, and he could barely keep his eyes open.

If it were anyone else Bradley wouldn’t have opened the door in this state, he would make up an excuse not to. His father was the only person allowed to see the worst of Bradley; it was oddly relaxing to know he didn’t have to be at his best around his father, since he was always a disappointment anyway.

He unlocked his door in multiple places before turning the knob and letting it gently swing open while he turned his back towards his desk.

“What is it?” Bradley said with a yawn.

Bradley Uppercrust the second was a mountain of a man, in any other home he’d need to duck to fit through a door. He was built of pure muscle, taller and wider than even Tank. A 6th generation Alpha, stronger, bigger, better, faster than his father, and his fathers fathers, and so on and so forth. He was the family's perfect legacy, everything they'd strived for, years of selective breeding, state marriages, planning and work across generations of Uppercrusts all wanting the best for their lineage.

Despite being the pinnacle of dog evolution, the most intimidating and powerful man in any room, Bradley Uppercrust the second did have a weakness; his own Omega son and how to talk to him.

“So” Bradley the second cleared his throat “Obviously it started early..”

Brad sat in his desk chair and crossed his arms stubbornly, he already knew where this was going, but he also knew his father hated to speak about it. So he didn’t do anything to make the discussion easy on him. “I don’t know what you mean”

“Your heat was triggered early!” The patriarch spoke so quickly, not wanting to linger on a single word of it “Who did it?! Who did you meet?!” Bradley senior's tail begins to wag behind him, a small show of excitement that made Bradley feel all the more indignant “Tell me all about them!”

He crossed his arms and scowled “I didn’t meet anyone” he insisted.

“Love is written all over your face!” Bradley senior insisted despite the very long frown and furrowed brows of his son “I can’t wait to meet my new Alpha in law”

“You’re delusional,” Bradley says with a roll of his eyes and forced passive aggressive smile, not that his father paid any mind to what he said or how he said it.

“and you're way too defensive to not have met someone” Bradley’s seniors tail wags excitedly

Bradley looked down at the table “You know my GPA is the highest in the collage, even higher than yours was” He sounds bored “I’m in line to graduate with honors and as the valedictorian of my program”

“Finally, someone that meets your impossible standards!” Bradley senior says like a giddy gossiping school girl

“I can do a handstand on my skateboard now” Bradley tapped his finger in irritation as his dad continued to swoon over his non-existent Alpha in law. “And my room is tidy”

“I hope they can fish, your Grandfather is getting a little unbalanced on the boat” Bradley mused hopefully, not paying any mind to his son.

“I can fish,” Bradley mumbles.

“Yeah, sure that's great” Bradley senior responds passively, not actually hearing a word his son said to him. “So, Is it one of the Gamma boys? I knew there had to be a reason you joined them” Bradley Senior pondered

“Leave my brothers out of it” Bradley scoffed “You know why I joined the Gamma’s, you talk so much of tradition I’d think you of all people would understand” Brad said with clear aggression as he’d become more annoyed by the moment.

“But you’re not an Alpha. It’s not your tradition to continue. You have other very important duties if you want to contribute to this family”

Bradley turned back to his desk and focused on the work in front of him, choosing to ignore the patriarch “I have an essay to work on”

Bradley the second pinched between his brows and sighed “How did you become so disagreeable” he spoke under his breath, the question obviously rhetorical as he continued pretending as if he'd never complained.

“Whoever you met at State.. Please give them a chance” Bradley the second pleaded, and Bradley the second never pleads, it was unbecoming of an Alpha

“You are lucky to have a choice in the matter. You know how much value you could bring to this family with a marriage to the right person. But all I ask is that you find someone, anyone!”

“It’s not a choice if I have to say yes” Bradley argued with a hiss

“Brad, if you do not pick I will pick for you.” He promised “and you always hate my decisions, So I recommend you stop fucking around, find someone you can tolerate even a little before I make the choice for you”

“Why don't you just take another mate if you’re so concerned about your succession” Bradley barked back “Have another kid, name them Bradley, then you'll have the heir you want!”

“I would never disrespect your mother that way!” Bradley senior growled, the suggestion hitting a nerve “You’re an Uppercrust! You can’t just disregard all your responsibilities to this family!”

“You can’t force me to do anything! I'll just fucking leave!”

“And live on the streets?! You're going to go through your heats in some alleyway with the strays and the mutts!? You’d attract every Alpha and Beta in a ten block radius! I had to send the staff home; they were all clambering outside your door like vultures!”

Bradley couldn’t help but feel incredibly embarrassed knowing the solitude of his bubble had been breached and a little bit of the outside world had taken notice of his most vulnerable moment.

“Leave my protection and you’d get claimed anyway, at least my way you’ll get something for it. I know it's not pleasant, I don't want to deal with this any more than you do, but that's just tough!” Bradley Uppercrust the second stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him, causing cracks to break in the walls foundation.

—

The campus was pretty dead during spring break, most people had gone on trips to warmer climates to dance on the beaches and sow their wild oats before needing to return to the mature adult life of academia.

Bobby had gone back to Spoonerville to visit his mom and PJ spent most of his time off campus with Vicky in her studio apartment just above the bean scene.

Max's father had also left without a goodbye, which Max didn’t mind as he was still too sore on their relationship at the moment, he knew a goodbye wouldn’t have gone smoothly. He’d rather let it rest instead of digging a deeper hole that would be even harder to climb out of.

Which left Max to spend a whole week alone, their dorm feeling more like a grey, dimly lit cage than the baskin of freedom it used to represent. He could see all the cracks in the walls, the cheap paint that was slowly chipping away over time.

He was too depressed to visit a local beach, the weather was pretty shitty most days anyway. And he didn’t feel motivated to visit Club Rave, he had heard from passersby out his window that it was still pretty active despite most of the student body leaving.

He was ashamed to admit that the only thing that got him out of the dorm was swinging by Fraternity row. He was curious to see if Bradley would return before midterm week ended, he didn’t. Max did spot Slouch leaving with a suitcase, and assumed the other brothers had similar plans as the place was completely lifeless after the second day of their official spring vacation.

It was weird to see the fraternity house with no lights on, none of the brothers loitering on the porch, or playing volleyball in the side yard. The house was still littered with evidence of their existence, the lawn, and porch covered in old beer cans, broken glass and chip bags. The pool had a half deflated floaty unicorn in the middle of it, also littered with garbage.

Max couldn't only imagine what the inside looked like..

—

Max walks around the lifeless campus with his head down. He hides his hands in his jacket away from the cold air. The trees rusted with the wind, carrying the smell of rain. The week of self isolation had done nothing for his mood, he was more miserable than ever as the week was coming to an end.

“Hey! I know you!” a woman that had passed him by did a double take, realizing she recognized Max from somewhere.

Was he really that lonely, that even the littlest big of human contact lit a spark back into his life. Max smirks, feeling like maybe his self doubts had been wrong, he was still exceptional despite the major upsets in his life.

“Aren't you-” she continued, about to make a guess

“Yeah, Max” Max said with a relaxed charm.

“Goofys son!” She completes her thought”

She brings her hand up to her chest as if containing her heart “uhhh he is rad!” she exclaims, clearly infatuated with the older student.

Brad was right, he wasn’t exceptional in the slightest. There were millions of Alphas, hell even betas that did it better than him, he'd never make it, he wasn't unique or different. He was just wasting his time trying to run a race he'd never win.

He wished he was just born a beta, without the weight of the world on his back.

The clouds overhead began to release its rain, pouring down onto the campus path. The woman took out her umbrella and walked off carefree, unaware of the emotional whiplash she’d caused.

Max pops his collar to stay warm, it was his own fault he hadn't brought an umbrella with him on such a cloudy day, still he felt like the rain was just another sign of the universe's cruel games played against him.

He somberly walks to the Bean scene, a comforting sight on a dreary day as it reminded him of the first day he had arrived at this joint. The warm sunny day, his pack at his side, Brad giving chase, his dad employed and at home, the whole cafe snapping with him in unison. It was impossible to predict how far he would fall since that time, how he’d underestimated Brad and how far he would go just to ruin one's whole semester. He used to be so optimistic, so ignorant! His world view had certainly changed a lot in the past 3 months.

Despite the beige colours and dimly lit space, the bean scene felt much warmer and inviting compared to the damp and cold outside world, but even the smell of mocha did nothing to improve Max’s mood.

Max walks straight to the cafe bar, passing by the friends he had been avoiding for his entire spring break. He was too ashamed to take them up on their offers to hang out, he was such a failure, feeling completely unworthy of being their pack leader.

“Huh, you ever wonder why we're always like.. wearing gloves” Bobby asks as he sits with PJ and Vicky, who were sipping their Java.

Max tossed a couple bills on the counter to pay for his order “Grande cappuccino. Make it a double.”

PJ’s ears perk from under the new beret he was wearing, recognizing his friend's voice which brought a smile to his muzzle. It felt like ages since he had seen Max, deciding to stay with Vicky to give Max the space he wanted.

Seeing his friend out and about was a good sign since the whole campus would be up and swinging again in no time.

“Hey Maaax!” he greets warmly, catching Max’s attention. PJ stands up, walks over and wraps an arm around his pal. “Be here now, bro! We thrive on the singularity of the you that is one with your selfishness”

Max knew PJ was impressionable, but this was a little ridiculous.

But who was he to judge PJ’s romantic language, Max currently had the hots for an Alpha that wanted him dead.

Bobby casually slides over to them on his rollerblades, parking on the other side of Max and leaning against the counter, here to be the PJ translator. “That's just the new PJ speak for..."where ya been, buuuuuddy?" he smiles wide

The barista brought Max his order to go, he took a long dramatic sip.

“I’ve decided this school is only big enough for one Goof” he breathes in deeply, taking a final moment to come to terms with his decision

“I'm transferring outta here” He finally says it out loud. He takes his coffee while his friends recoil in shock as they realize what Max has said.

“Excusez-moi, Moi?!” Bobby’s mouth hangs open.

Pj looks sadly at Max as he begins to leave, feeling guilty as he hadn’t realized how severe Max’s depressive episode had become.

Max was the most resilient person he knew, Where PJ was shy, timid and cowardly, Max was charismatic, confident and brave. Alpha’s always seemed so untouchable, He never expected Max would get beaten so low. He realized that despite his spiritual journey with Vicky he had been blinded to his best friend's struggles. He only hoped it wasn’t too late to make Max reconsider.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!!” PJ quickly runs in front of Max, his sneakers squeaking on the ground as he comes to a hard stop.

“Hold it! Max, come on!” He completely drops his new Vicky inspired speech pattern but still flounders his words as he tries to find the right words to say. This announcement was so sudden, so unexpected that his speech was filled with cognitive loads in order to give him time to process what Max was doing.

PJ took his beret off his head, squeezing it nervously in his hands “That means you can’t be on the X-Games team!”

“Exactly” He says with the bitter tone of a man who had given up. “You don't want me on the team anyway. I lost in my best event” He hangs his head low, he had been thinking things through all week, it was an entirely different feeling to finally say them out loud to the people who matter to him most.

PJ’s ears fold down on his head, looking at Bobby with pleading eyes asking him to do something! The cogs were still turning and he didn’t know the right words to make Max stay.

“Oooooh come on!” Bobby skates over to them, taking a whole other approach. He was still smiling, body still relaxed as a boiled noodle. He put an arm around Max’s shoulder hoping the vibes would transfer over. “Hey Max man! That was a one time freak fest!” He leads Max away from the door and back towards the coffee bar.

Max looked to be in deep contemplation as he let himself be drawn deeper into the Bean scene.

Bobby’s voice suddenly got oddly soft “You can beat any of those losers any day” He pats his friends back as a comfort.

But he couldn’t, Max told himself, He already tried and he had failed, his heart hardened. He couldn’t even beat his father there was no way he could beat 3 time champion Brad Uppercrust!

“I’ve already decided” He stays stern, shrugging Bobby's hand off his shoulder “I’m out of here” He starts to head back towards the door.

His friends felt completely powerless to stop him, unsure what they could say or do. Just as it seemed all was lost, a third person decided to try their hand at speaking reason to the other. One Alpha to another.

“Max, Max, Max” Vicky spoke, her tone was calm and slow, the complete opposite of her boyfriend. She had many years to meditate on her feelings, thoughts and words, she was always calm and always precise with what she said, never saying a thing she didn’t mean. “Admit defeat, and defeat will surely admit you into permanent custody, my man.”

Max walks over to her with a stern look in his eyes, determined to convince her of the conclusion he had already come to “If I can't even beat my father, who is probably the most athletically-challenged man in the universe, how can you expect me to beat the other competitors?” He was becoming more animated and agitated, annoyed that the others couldn’t see how pointless trying was.

“We're starting in last place because of me!” he threw his hands in the air, then slumped back down in a chair at her table.

Bobby scoffs “That never stopped us before!” He sounded uncharacteristically angry, his brows were pulled forward, furrowed, his tone deadly serious “You wanna give that Gamma geek Bradley the satisfaction of knowing he forced us out?”

Max thought on it for a moment “Well… no” He didn’t want Brad to feel any sort of victory over them.

“You wanna let the crowd who once cheered for you-” he put his arms around Max again and waved his hand out, painting a picture for him “cheer for someone else?”

Bobby grabbed Max by the chin, pulling him in so Max could see the ferocity in his pack mates eyes “Especially if that someone else is your old man?”

“No!” Max balls up his firsts as he speaks, feeling a fire igniting inside him.

“Are you gonna be someone else's towel boooooy?!” Bobby screams out, getting the attention of everyone in the coffee shop.

“NO!” Max says with renewed determination

“Together we can do it!” PJ announces loudly, matching the energy Bobby was giving and amping Max up

“You’re right!” Max puts his hands on the table and lifts himself up “We can still beat them!” He balls his hands into fists and makes a punching motion “Lets whip those Gammas!”

“Woooooo!!-hooo-hooo!!!” Bobby howls “Mission possible!”

With new determination and vigor the boys put their hands on top of one another, screaming “Let's do it to it!” as they lift their hands up high in the air then slap their palms together in a victorious tradition.

They all cheer, laugh and howl as they dart out of the Bean Scene together, needing to make up for a lot of lost practice time!

Vicky smiles warmly as they run off, then sighs “Boys...will be boys” she sighs and sips her mocha.

—

Max and the boys spent the last couple days of spring break at the training grounds, no more messing around, showboating to the pretty girls or getting cocky, they had big expectations to live up to, they needed to be at their peak if they had a chance against Brad, If they put their minds to it, they could do it.

Max was practicing grinding the rail, a weakness he found himself with during the qualifying rounds, when he heard a car revving its engine along fraternity row. He jumped up onto the ramps table, hurrying to have a look. He already knew Brad well enough to expect his arrival would be accompanied by a bunch of bells and whistles, so it wasn’t a surprise to find the obnoxious noise coming from the obnoxious Gamma president.

He swore he hadn’t meant to stake out the house this time, it just seemed to be in the middle of everything Max found important. He had long since accepted that no one would be back until spring break ended, so seeing Bradley of all people return early was a surprise.

Seeing the look on the president's face as he lifted his sunglasses above his eyes gawked at the state of the Gamma Mu Mu lawn.. That was priceless.

Bobby jumps up the ramp and stops beside Max who failed to notice he was there. “Well well well, if it isn’t President Upchuck himself!” Bobby said as he noticed who Max was staring at.

PJ giggled from just below them, hearing the discussion “I hope he spent the break getting those caterpillars he calls eyebrows waxed” PJ laughed

“If they got any bigger they’d replace his receding hairline haha!” Bobby fell onto his back as he clutched his stomach. PJ was also howling loudly with laughter, leaned up against the wall of the ramp.

Max laughed alongside them “Alright alright. No distractions, remember?”

“What's one little distraction going to hurt?” Bobby points his thumb towards the Gamma house “Let's go give him a big welcome back”

“Yeah! Show him we are not afraid anymore!” PJ agreed

“We should just stay focused” Max reasoned, as much as he wanted to see Brad up close after 2 weeks apart, he was concerned with the way their rivalry was developing.

“Hey man, we're going to be racing on the streets, it is practice to do a few laps” Bobby slides down the ramp. He and PJ take the lead towards fraternity row

Max followed behind, surprised to see Bradley was picking up the cans from the front lawn as they rode up. Max thought that would be more akin to grunt work than something Bradley would do himself, then again he didn’t look very happy to be doing it anyway.

Max really should have expected the look he got when Brad noticed him, but for some reason Max’s subconscious was always a little taken aback by the hatred that accompanied all of his and Brad's interactions.

“Oh Hey Brad. Watch’cha doin?” Bobby asked

“BradLEY” The president never failed to correct them. “Picking up the trash before it attracts pests” He hummed “Looks like I’m a little late”

“Ouch,” Bobby complained, as if Bradleys hostility to them was anything new.

Max looked a little too intently at Brad as he spoke to Bobby. Bradley took notice after he’d been staring for a good minute, he cocked his brow, annoyed by the inspection he was getting.

“You look sick” Max blurted out as Brad eyed him for an explanation.

“I have a hangover, see I spent my spring break partying in Panama City, on a beach with all the somebodies who could afford it. Shame I didn't run into you guys there..” He inspected his nails, then pretended to remember something “Oh wait. You’re all nobodies. So of course you weren't there” He chuckled “You spend the break getting bottle fed by your father?”

Max’s brow twitched in annoyance, remembering the feeling of having Bradley crawl under his skin so easily. He chuckled and smirked at the brunette “Pretty messed up you get stuck cleaning a party you never went to” He bites back “Your own brothers didn’t want to invite you?” he mocks, his pack laughing at the annoyance spelled out on Brad's face.

“Maybe you're just their moommy cleaning up after them” PJ made a mooing noise

“Yeah, yeah, Gonna give them a time out or a spanking for leaving the place a mess?” Bobby chimed in, the three of them belly laughed at Brad’s expense

The three howling loudly caught the attention of a few passersby, though they looked at the commotion they were too far to know what had been so funny. Still it made Bradley feel like a spectacle to be mocked.

He looked deadly serious as he asked “How do you know I wasn't there?”

“We went. Obviously” Max lied with a confident smirk, PJ and Bobby looked at one another, questioning the fib but didn’t call Max out on it.

“Thanks for the free booze and endless pizza buffet. You sure know how to throw a good party. I think the best idea was to make sure you’re not around when it happens!”

Bradley’s eyes wondered a bit as he contemplated the information he was given. His eyes return to Max’s and he leers.

“You know what Max? I actually was feeling pretty unwell at the X-Games” He admits with a bit of sorrow in his voice “But I am feeling much better now.” He approached with a deranged look in his eyes and an excited smile pulling on his mouth, the spike on the end of the trash poker looking more like a skewer “Good enough to bury you and your loser teammates in my dust” He glared “I went easy on you, letting your old man compete, but next time you're dealing with me; And I wont pull my punches”

Bradley was mere inches away from Max who took a step back.

Bradley smirked “That's what I thought. Better get some heavy duty PPE, these look a little worn out” he taps Max’s knee pads with his trash poker

“Is that a threat?” Max scoffed with a half laugh, cocking his brow.

“Oh, Absolutely~” Bradley chuckled as he turned to walk off, disappearing inside the Gamma house.

“Should we take turns sleeping tonight or what?” Bobby breaks the silent

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Edit: 2025/04/15

I forgot to post my name headcanons for this chaper since the gamma boys are mentioned a lot, here it is <3

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Bradley thought coming back to State a little early would be good for him. Even if he wasn’t entirely well rested yet it wasn't like he was getting much sleep at the Uppercrust manor anyway, it was hard to sleep peacefully with the weight of your dads expectations crushing you.

At college he could escape his father for a time and put those Uppercrust duties of his on the backburner of his mind. Still the order his father had given him lingered ever present in his subconscious, even if he didn't recognize it the stress was there and building, particularly around Max, who was unfortunately there to welcome him back.

He hadn’t considered that loser didn’t have anywhere better to be on his Spring break, he figured he’d follow the campus crowd to a party or at least go back to his home with Elder Goof since they were so close.

Bradley rolled his eyes as he recognized the hint of jealousy when thinking of the two. Bastard, Don't be so sentimental!

At least he could breathe again when Max was around. The Goof still smelled really attractive but that wasn't a reflection of good hygiene. Just that Max had complementary genetic makeup that was likely to result in reproductive success, He wasn't the first Alpha to smell good and he wouldn't be the last.

His instincts seemed convinced that Max would make for a great mate, but he would prove that belief wrong soon enough.

With Bradley at his best, he could easily squash those dweebs and maintain the hierarchy he’d spent so long manipulating to his benefit. As long as he stayed a cut above the rest his instincts wouldn't sway him to settle with an inferior Alpha. He was more driven than ever to make sure he’d never go into heat for that bucked tooth, big nosed poorly dressed Freshman again! He couldn't believe he had relinquished that much control over himself, and for Max?!

It wasn’t like him, went completely against what he thought he wanted and who he thought he was. It terrified him to think he was changing into someone more pliable all because of an archaic instinctual drive to reproduce.

He tried to move on from those thoughts as he went into the Gamma Fraternity house.
Unsurprisingly the inside was worse than the outside; The floors were sticky with booze, and trash littered every inch of the place. It was dirty and smelled of old beer.

Alpha’s were filthy and selfish, like they expected everyone else to pick up after them! Just stay in the shadows and keep the house clean while they get to shine in the spotlight. Well Bradley refused, he'd leave it until they came back, Even if the local HOA had been blowing up his phone complaining about the lawn, one more day wouldn’t hurt. He started towards the staircase, the bottom of his sneakers threatened to be ripped off by the sheer amount of adhesive strength their floor had now.
He already had a lot to do before the second half of the semester went into full swing. He needed to take the make-up tests for the midterms that he had missed and replace that broken mirror in the bathroom while no one was around to see it. There were some Gamma administrative tasks and record keeping duties that needed his attention. It all seemed like a lot on paper, but doing all this busy work gave Bradley a sense of control in his life. He would keep stacking responsibility onto himself just to prove he could do it all; No matter what the world, his father, his fraternity or Max threw at him he would get everything he wanted the way he wanted it.

He walked up the staircase, flinching as his hand touched the stairs railing, which was also somehow sticky! He winced in disgust and decided to walk up the stairs without holding the railing.

He took a deep breath as he unlocked his room, relieved to find it just the way he left it, he would have had Tank's head if any party goer had managed to break in. He shivered at the intrusive thought, just the idea made him feel uncomfortable in the space. He tried not to leave much evidence of his secret in case a Sorority decided to perform a panty raid on the boys, typical college hijinks, but who knows what someone could dig up in his room if given the time to snoop.

He took off his shoes to avoid tracking the caramelized sugar into his room. He put his backpack onto his bed and pulled out the contents. Since he had left in such a hurry he didn’t need to bring much back. Just stocked up on his suppressants, enough to ensure he wouldn’t run out this time, bottles and pouches of his Alpha cologne and a fresh X-games uniform, deciding not to risk using his old one as it had been drenched in slick and sweat.

He walked into the bathroom, facing the mirror he had shattered at the beginning of the year, an unacceptable emotional outburst. He could have easily broken his wrist by being so aggressive, but it sure felt good at the time. He walked to the sink and washed his hands of whatever had been on the railing.

He noticed his shower in a state of disarray, soap bottles were knocked over and the door hung open as he was in too much of a hurry to shut it when he left. The bathmat on the ground was hard and smelled of mildew as it had been left soaking on the floor for so long.

He looked away in embarrassment, cringing at the memory of what transpired in here before he made his quick get away. He had a lot of time to reflect on it over break, but it never got easier for him to face. He tossed the dirty mat into his hamper and spent some time scrubbing down the inside of his shower and organizing the many bottles of hair and skin products until there was no evidence of his quick getaway. With time he hoped coming in here wouldn’t remind him of it.
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Tensions were high in the Gamma house, and Tank began to think that this new, high strung Bradley was here to stay. His mood swings were no longer swinging, but consistent and ever present. He couldn’t remember the last time Bradley was in a genuinely good mood or relaxed state. Tank could tell he was wearing the mask all the time now, even when they were alone.

He and the other Gamma’s did their best not to set him off, especially after getting chewed out about the state they had left the Gamma house in, but they had deserved that one. Tank should have known better than to leave it like that. Bradley held the Gamma Mu Mu Fraternity in such high regard, his grandfather had founded it and his father had been the president during his time at State, it was an honor to be a part of the brotherhood and they’d disrespected that privilege.

Tank was happy to finally catch Bradley somewhere alone, the boys had retired to their rooms while Bradley was in the Gamma’s rec room, staring at his pager screen with his knuckles pressed up to his mouth. It seemed he was getting an alert for something but didn’t make any move to address it.

“Hey Bradley?” Tank asked as softly as a man with his deep or a voice could

“What is it brother Tank?” Bradley asked, his tone immediately made Tank feel like he was intruding on something much more important than himself.

Tank disliked how formal it was between them as of late, like someone hit the factory reset on Bradley and they barely knew one another anymore.

“You alright? Getting late”

“I was just about to retire. Thank you for the reminder” Bradley said sarcastically, he had a lot more pressing things on his mind then bed time.

Tank could feel the anger around the other man. He felt bad for possibly wasting Bradley's time, but he still pressed on, wanting to speak to his friend one on one.

“You’ve been awfully gloomy lately”

“No I haven’t”

“You can’t hide things from me baby, i know you too well”

“Yeah, well you thought I was on steroids last month, so I think you should mind your business”

Tank felt mocked for that “I was only worried about you”

“Worry about someone who needs it” Bradley passes by Tank “I have to go make a call”

“The boys been noticin too”

Bradley stopped in his tracks, giving a long sigh “What do you want me to do about it Tank? Do you guys want another party or something?

“If you’d even be there, maybe” Tank pressed “Where were you?”

“There was an important conference my Father wanted me to go to”

“You go to that conference at the same time every year, they suddenly moved it back a week?” Tank pressed not believing the story, he could tell Bradley was lying to him.

“Yeah, sorry I have responsibilities, not everyone has time to fuck around” The words of his father echoed in his mind

“Were your friends, Gamma brothers forever. Just talk to us if you need anything”

Bradley could have laughed at the claim. Tank always tried to play the friend card on him when it suited him, but they weren't good enough friends for him to show a little respect in his absence, He’d wine and dine Bradley’s enemies on his dime without an ounce of remorse. As far as Bradley was concerned his brother's loyalty stopped the moment he took his eyes off them. If he needed to be a little meaner to enforce better behavior he would, if his leniency wasn’t getting him what he wanted then fear might.

“Got it. Can I go now without you reading into it? I really do have an important phone call”

Tank didn’t feel very good about the way that conversation had gone, but he didn’t have a follow up to try and smooth things over with Bradley any longer, he reluctantly had to let him go. “Alright baby, sweet dreams”

“Night,” Bradley said while looking down at his pager, still buzzing periodically in his hand, the small screen lighting up with black text ordering him to call, now. He stepped into his room and shut the door behind him, taking his phone from his desk and pressing a few buttons.

“What is it, you’ve been paging me all night. I'm busy” Bradley complained

“Talking to that Alpha you like, I hope” Bradley’s father said, reminding him of the goal he had set

“What do you want? I know you didn't just call to remind me of that” Bradley rolled his eyes

“I want you to know I am coming down for the X-Games!” He announced so enthusiastically

Bradley's eyebrows raised in question, his dad had never bothered coming to the X-Games before, even when Bradley had invited him multiple times “What? Why?”

“I want to see this new Alpha you've grown fond of”

Bradley sighed “I told you there is no–”

“-then there is someone I'd like you to meet”

Bradley felt a pang of panic, already?

“The X-Games is not the time! I'll be busy competing!”

“It's as good as any. We will meet you at the finish line”

“Great, I can say Hi while being paraded around as the X-Games and given my trophy for the championship 4 years running”

“The suitor I got for you is the real prize!” Bradley Jr doubted that “I picked someone you're really going to like” The joy in his fathers voice made Bradley feel nervous, he was like a proud but misguided puppy.

“Who? Some Banker friend of yours?” he rolled his eyes

“Get this..Tevin Bowie” Bradley senior announced after a moment of build up.

“Powerline?!” Bradley's eyes went wide and he dropped his phone out of shock. He winced while realizing he'd spoken so loudly the other Gammas could have heard him.

“Yes! You’re welcome! I know how much you love him!” Bradley could hear his fathers muffled voice from the floor

He quickly picked up his phone and started to speak harshly “I was a kid! That was a long time ago! What the hell are you thinking?!”

“You always said you wanted to meet him! Now you can!”

“I wanted to meet him not.. not mate with him! I'm not some groupie!”

“How are you still unhappy?! He is perfect for you! and young for an Alpha looking to soul bond, This is as good as it's going to get!”

“I can't do it!” Bradley's breath hitched, he felt like he was going to be sick. He admired Powerline, respected him, looked up to him when he was still an aspiring Alpha, and wished to be his equal someday.

Those memories formed during the best years of his life, he didn't want them to be sullied with his Omega presentation the way his future had been.

“Knock it off Brad. I expect you to make a good impression on him!” Bradley seniors voice was stern

“Oh, I will!” He would make a great impression. Bradley would scare away any potential Alpha that crossed paths with him. Out stage them and prove who the better Alpha was.

“I will not stand for even a peep of snark out of you! No ifs ands or buts!” Bradley scolded

“Okay, I get it!” He barked back

“You do? Well good! I’m glad you’ve come to see things from my perspective” His dad sounded so surprised.

Bradley hung up the phone feeling disgusted. He couldn’t let everything he worked for all these years end so abruptly, and not when he was so close to graduating, so close to being more than someone's little house Omega. He hissed at the thought of a peaceful existence behind the scenes raising little Alpha’s who will never know of his own accomplishments, just the ones of their father, living in glory, soaking in the spotlight.

He wouldn’t step into that role so easily, If he didn’t have a choice in the matter his suitors would make his choice for him.
—

While all the Gamma brothers walked on eggshells around Bradley to avoid further souring his mood, Goofy hadn’t seemed to have gotten the memo, no surprise really, he was hardly present since spring break began, and only wanted when he could do damage to Max’s reputation. The boys didn't miss his cooking though.

Bradley was leaning over the pool table, lining up the perfect shot, not paying much attention to what old man Goof was droning on about. Something to do with horseshoes and focus?

Goofy rubbed the back of his head nervously “So ya see I have to quit the team”

In shock, Bradley plunged the cue stick right into the pool table's surface, causing a big rip to tear through the red cloth. He lifts his head and looks towards Goofy with a lot of tension in his expression.

“Excuse me?” Bradley asked in disbelief and annoyance, his rage traveled through his body and to his fingers, where they’d unconsciously flexed into a claw-like posture.

“You what?!” Burley stopped chalking his que in surprise.

“Hey no way!” Larry looked down from his newspaper, looking angry.

“What's he talking about eh?!” Shorty asked in bewilderment, wanting some answers.

“Just what makes you think you can change your mind” he asks fast, his irritation too pronounced to regulate the speed at which he spoke “On the LAST day of the competition!” Bradley squeezed the cue stick in his grip, wringing it like it was Goofy’s neck.

Goofy backed up into a nice soft surface, he looked surprised, not remembering the wall being that close. He feels his ears pulled up, and suddenly he's lifted off his feet by Tank.

“Should i knock some sense into his big melon” Tank points at Goofy's head as he hangs there defenseless

“Wow, wow, wow, wow hey, down, down Tank, easy booy” Bradley released the grip he had on the stick, putting his hand up to calm the muscle of his pack, he definitely wanted to intimidate Goofy into complying but he didn’t need the old beta getting concussed.

Bradley pokes Goofy in his big nose with the chalked end of his cue stick “If you think you're quitting the Gamma’s to join that freshman geek son of yours, You got another thing coming” he pokes the older Goof hard in his stomach with his stick.

Bradley had turned this aging, balding loser into a local hero, making him the star of the Gamma team and the X-Games. Everyone on campus was rooting for him, a spot that should have been exclusively Bradley's; Yet goofy failed to recognize this sacrifice.

Now he was taking all that good graces that Bradley had bestowed on him and taking it to his son's team!? He wanted to pull out his hair with how disrespectful he was, to take what Bradley gave him and try to ruin him with it when so much was riding on this event. Winning meant everything to Bradley, who's to say he’d get another chance next year.

And what if Bradley didn’t have a replacement at the ready? Sure there was Slouch as back up, but he’d spent the semester recruiting just to avoid that option. Now it was too late to recruit so they’d be disadvantaged in the face off against the father son Goof combo?

“Bullseye baby!” Tank agreed with Bradley's assessment “Dog boy’s in trouble and daddy's gonna bail him out!” Tank mocked, making the other Gamma’s all laugh, shaming the older man for their own assumptions.

Goofy’s expression hardened, having enough of the child like taunts and drama. “No siree sir!” Goofy suddenly grabbed the cue stick from Bradley’s hand, taking it and slamming the thick end down onto Tank’s toe.

Tank yelped and let go of the old Goofs ears, he jumped around on one foot, lifting the other into his hand while he reacted to the continuous pain.

Bradley took hold of the stick in Goofy’s hand again, struggling with the weapon against the Beta. The other Gamma’s were getting more animated now, watching intently with concern and standing onto their feet to crowd around the potential fight.

“I’m not gonna be on anyone's team!” Goofy announced

Goofy easily swings Bradley around until his back is against the pool table, the president jumps onto the table to gain the high ground, hoping it would give him an upper hand “Smart man” he says calmly, but like a switch his eyes intensify “But you forgot one thing, Nobody. I repeat. NOBODY quits the Gamma’s!”

Goofy yanked the pool cue, causing Bradley to be pulled off the edge of the table. He catches himself and lands on his feet, supporting his fall with his hands before quickly standing back up and flinching away from the angry and armed Beta.
Goofy threw the cue stick to the ground hard, disarming them both, while the Gamma’s were all adults, to an old experienced man like Goofy, they were still kids just as much as Max was. Bradley kept his stubborn stance as Goofy scolds him like he were some petulant child.

Goofy looked at Bradley with a very familiar look of disappointment “If you were such darn winners before, you'll be just fine without me!” he reasoned while pushing Bradley’s shoulder to move him out of the way, It felt oddly gentle despite Goofy being rightfully upset with him.

“I’m leaving the Gammas and that's that!” Goofy starts to storm towards the door but is stopped by Burly and Slouch, who cross their cue sticks over the doorway, blocking the path before he could exit.

“No, you're not leaving the Gamma’s!” frazzled, Bradley was speaking quickly again, smiling through his anger. Tank and Tweed stand behind him, punching their fists into their hands as an intimidating tactic.

Tank picks Goofy up by the back of his vest, following Bradley to the Gamma House main entry. He walked ahead and tossed Goofy off the porch, throwing him across the street without breaking a sweat, showing off his superior Alpha strength. Bradley could probably be hurled right into the clouds if Tank decided to.

“The Gamma’s are leaving you!” Bradley announces while standing ahead of the pack.

While the other Gamma’s shouted their mean spirited sarcastic goodbyes, Bradley turned on his heel and went back into the house. Although they’d dumped Goofy from the team first, That's the story they were going with, Bradley felt that ever present feeling of rejection. It hurt a lot more than it should have, not because he liked that damn fool, but it brought up a lot of uncomfortable comparisons to his own father.

He crossed his arms, looking deep in contemplation as he thought Max really had it all. A father that loved him, no expectations to live a life he didn’t want, friends that were loyal, and he was born an Alpha, first generation to Beta parents despite the high unlikely hood of it all.

“What are we going to do now Bradley?” Shorty asked with a fearful tone, it pulled Bradley out of his ever darkening thoughts.

Bradley turned around to see the whole Gamma pack was looking to him for guidance. He had gained their dependence on him, an Omega, by being a better Alpha then any one of them could hope to be; and yet he knew he could lose it all with just one little out of his control characteristic.

“Are we going to lose?” Larry added with a bit more panic

“No no, of course we are not going to lose!” Bradley put on a big smile as he considered what to do. He had wanted to use Goofy to humiliate Max further, but he rolled with the punches “The Gamma’s still have their most valuable asset!”

“Uh, teamwork?” Burley question

Bradley shook his head in surprise “No! Me!” He points to himself “I am going to win the race for us! like I always do” He announced, putting his boys at ease. They all enjoyed the notoriety being the X-Games champions got, and with a long legacy of a 5 year win streak to uphold for the Fraternity, none of them wanted to be a brother on the year it was broken.

“Ahm” Tank cleared his throat

“And Tank will help too, of course” Bradley said with a lot less pomp in his voice, but Tank appreciated the acknowledgement anyway, it was all he could hope for at such a chaotic time.

“Will win how we always win” Bradley says calmly “And how's that Gamma’s?” he asked, having a little too much faith in his brothers for the correct answer

“Skills?” Tank asked, ever the optimist. No doubt he and Bradley had skills down pat, but Bradley wasn’t risking everything on skills alone, not with so much at stake. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Our Good looks?” Shorty guesses, which was even sillier than Tank’s guess.

“No you dense dolts” He says through his teeth, he turns to the burning fireplace, looking into the flames “We’ll cheat”

“Cheat” “Cheat” “Cheat” “Cheat” The Gammas all cheered enthusiastically.

Tank took a seat on the side of the pool table, his impressive weight causing the far end to lift up and the pool balls to roll down towards him. “Just like we did last time, Sweetheart,” He says proudly.

Bradley might have been the ring leader, he may have enabled, even encouraged their worst qualities but they all knew the pressure, Losing would be disappointment more than they could stand.

“And that was a great cheat!” Bradley turns away from the fireplace, facing the team with a devilish grin.

“Now, I have an even better plan” he said with a villainous tone, his smile intense and eyes burned with a wicked glow. The gloves were off. If Max and Goofy thought they were going to humiliate Bradley at his own game, he’d just have to pull out all the stops. He’d use every weapon in his arsenal, every diabolical plan he had.

He would win these games. Max would admit who the better Alpha is, Powerline would respect him too much to go through with an arranged Soul-bond. and if this truly was his last X-Games championship he’d go out with a bang, and he didn’t care who he took down with him.

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Sorry I think i forgot to post this on the last chapter, but here are the name headcanons I've been using for this fic!

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It was finally the big day, his second chance, his LAST chance. It was time to really show up or shut up, if he made a goof of himself today he would take it as a cosmic sign that skateboarding wasn’t his calling and he should try pottery instead.

He was being a little hyperbolic about the pottery thing, but this competition was so important to him that win or lose it was hard to see passed today. He didn’t know what was in store for him tomorrow. What would he do if he won? Torment Bradley for sure, but beyond that he was not sure. All he could see was the finish line and him crossing it first, anything beyond that was shrouded in mystery.

Max, PJ and Bobby entered the changing room where the other contestants were horsing around in different varieties of dress. The Sophomores were chasing each other with wet towels, whipping one another and boasting about their impending victory. The Juniors and Seniors looked shell shocked, like they’d experienced what was to come and treated the competition with humble decorum, like a beast that had bested them once before, now they were filled with determination to not be bested again.

Tank and a couple other Gamma’s were there, Max could hear the big Alpha’s booming laughter drowning out any other noise. Despite Tank being there, Max didn't spot any sign of Bradley.

Honestly that was probably a good thing, he didn’t need to see anymore of Bradley than he already had, if he thought the tight skin suit was distracting then..

He stopped his train of thought, focusing his mind on the games instead. Bradley was just a distraction, The very first obstacle he would face today, and the most persistent. He couldn’t allow him to creep into his head and fog up his mind like a tactic in mental warfare.

Max suddenly felt a towel hit him from behind and drape over his head, covering his eyes. “Gah!” He quickly yanked it off himself in surprise, turning to see who'd thrown it. While he thought it might have been Bobby acting playfully, he saw Tank and the Gammas headed towards the door, smirking at him.

“Better get used to picking up towels, towel boy!” Tank laughed and the other Gammas joined in with him, their laughter heard even as the door swung shut behind them. A couple boys who remained in the room also chuckled at his expense.

“Ugh” Max threw the towel to the floor, making a disgusted face as he tried not to think about where the towel had been.

With the room a little less crowded now Max could hear a few conversations going on, he tried not to eavesdrop, but with the echoing it was hard to not to listen. His ears perked up when he heard a certain Gamma president's name; He lost all pretense of trying not to listen and learned towards the noise with his ear raised.
“This is the year boys, the year we're going to win” three competitors were huddled in a circle, the Alpha’s arms around his teammates shoulders as he hyped them up.

“We're going to kick Gamma ass and wipe that smug smirk off Bradleys face! Time for some sweet retribution!” the Alpha balled up his fist and pumped it in a celebratory way.

“No way!” It seemed Max wasn't the only one eavesdropping as another team lead shouted “We are taking home the trophy and breaking Bradleys winning streak”

“Does everyone here have a bone to pick with Bradley?” Bobby whispered to Max

Max shrugged “He's the guy to beat” Everyone wanted to beat the unbeatable Gamma’s, even if Bradley hadn’t been president for all five years of their winning streak, he had been on the team for three of their wins and the president for two “but that doesn't matter, because I am going to be the one to do it”

“You? As if” the two team leads mean mugged the freshman as they noticed him commenting on the feud.

“Yeah, me!” Max puffed out his chest to the other Alpha, showing he wasn’t about to back down or be bullied around “I’m going to win!”

“You barely qualified! You don't deserve to take Bradley out! I’ve lost to that prick three years running” One team lead argued

“And now you’re going to lose to me too!” Max pointed his thumb to his chest and grinned confidently

“Tech, in your dreams!” The Alpha scoffed, waving for his pack to follow as he walked to the door “Try to avoid the grinding rail while you're out there, don't want you face planting like the last time” The man sneered

Max heard the team chuckle at their leader's joke. His friend whispered “dude you're such an ass”

Max didn't let it get to him, he couldn't, he had a championship to win. There were 8 teams, The Gammas were a shoe-in for the final race, which meant the seven remaining teams were fighting for a chance to face off against the Gammas and to be the ones who would dethrone Bradley.

Max shivered, it had to be him!

He needed to see Brad with a look other than smug superiority or intense hatred. He needed to see Brad accept that Max was superior, then he’d know what it looked like when Bradley stopped acting. He just wanted to see Bradley grovel to be on Maxs team, like the first time they met.

He pulled his shirt over his head while he shook the thoughts from his mind and the blush off his face. He shouldn’t think of Bradley that way, even if he was an ass he was sure the Gamma President wouldn’t like being the face of Max’s perversion.

He hears the changing room doors open, expecting one of the contestants had forgotten something, until he could smell his dads scent, thankfully it smelled like he was alone.

He had nearly forgotten about him, how blissful that had been. Max slammed the locker shut and avoided looking at his old man.

Shouldn't he be with Brad, being popular and making his sons life miserable? Max felt his blood boil at the thought.

“Erum, Hiya fellas” Goofy waved awkwardly, knowing his son was still rightfully still upset about the preliminary rounds.

It felt like the air was sucked out of the room. The discussion PJ and Bobby were having ceased and their bodies went stiff. Bobby put his hands in his pockets, looking towards his locker to avoid eye contact. PJ awkwardly forced a polite smile “Oh uh, Hi Mr.Goof”

The tension was so thick PJ and Bobby swore they could cut it with a knife. They both tried to keep to themselves and let the father and son talk it out, but they couldn't help but listen in, morbidly curious how it would go down.

Goofy rubs his arm nervously, there was so much he wanted to say to Max but he had more pressing information to share first “I know you’re still sore at me but I- I came ta warn ya that the Gamma’s have been cheatin all along!” he insisted with urgency in his voice.

Max scoffed at the idea, he found that hard to believe, but he didn't know why, it wasn't as if Bradley had ever come off as trustworthy or that Max knew him deeper than surface level.

“Uh huh, Yeah” He sneers with sarcasm in his tone while rolling his eyes “Did Bradley tell ya to say that?” He felt a familiar, uncomfortable jealousy bubbling up.

Why was he even defending Bradley? Fighting for his honor as if he liked him in any way deeper than surface level. His crush was definitely completely physical, Bradley’s personality was the absolute worst.

Max put his helmet onto his head, annoyed that he was falling for these obvious distraction tactics. “Stop wasting my time dad! I gotta stay focused” the last thing he needed was to be thrown off his game yet again because of Bradley, Goofy and their stupid games.

Max stormed out of the room, already feeling the agitation was going to affect his performance.

Bobby and PJ silently walked out behind Max, PJ looking sympathetically at Goofy, but sticking with his friend anyway.

“Good luck, son” Goofy shook his head sadly, he had done what he could do, regained focus, made it right with Sylvia, quit the Gammas. Now for the hardest lesson of all, giving Max space. Let Max come to him on his own time instead of smothering him like he always did. Goofy had to trust he raised a good kid and he needed to trust that he would reach out to him when he was needed.

—

Max didn't think it was possible for the College X-Games to get even bigger and better than it had been at the qualifying rounds, but somehow they had stepped it up for the second half. It wasn't just a confined area anymore, this was a campus wide event, no, it was even bigger than campus! The final track extended onto the public roads, commuters would have to take detours just to make space for the event. Even the sky was X-games territory as Max looked up at the sky to see a blimp fly over with a massive jumbo-screen on both sides of it, displaying a live video feed of the event caught on multiple cameras set up around the action. The school got a lot of their funding through national sporting organizations and it really showed, no expense was spared.

The roads and sidewalks were lined up with families like a parade was about to begin, the stands were packed like sardines without an empty seat in sight. People came from all the neighboring cities and towns to see the spectacle, and what State University students had to offer in the extreme sports field. The concession stands were lined up around the block, selling overpriced hotdogs, popcorn, corndogs and hotpops.

Everything was bright and colourful, the sun was up high, the leaves were green and people came dressed in their teams colour, most notably the popular choice was red and black, the Gammas colour scheme, no surprise any betting man would see their winning streak and go for the easy pick, but the other teams got a good amount of support as well from the spectators impressed with their roster. The one team notably lacking had to be Blue and yellow, Max’s team, and who could blame them, all his fans had been dreadfully let down at the last event, no one wanted to root for the most likely team to get disqualified on the first challenge.

Max wasn’t letting his guard down in spite of the awe inspiring sights, not like the Qualifying rounds, where he had gotten too cocky, feeling that they had made it. It was too early to celebrate, He and his team wouldn’t be dazzled by the fantastic displays, flashy lights or screaming fans, they had one thing on their minds, giving the Gamma’s a run for their money.

Although the Triathlon was the main event everyone was waiting for, there were some smaller competitions to keep the crowds satiated. Max, PJ and Bobby had already seen multiple injuries while they waited for their call. He knew how dangerous these sports were as some athletes failed to measure up to the dangerous obstacle courses leaving them banged up and bruised. Luckily the infirmary was on sight, he had a feeling they'd be getting a lot of patients today.

Max felt a small tapping on his shoulder. He rolled his eyes, face going angry as he turned to give Bradley a piece of his min–

“You’re going to kick butt out there”

Max’s eyes blew open “Roxxy!” He immediately went in for a big hug, lifting her off her feet.

His teammates turned away from the ongoing race, to see what had gotten Max’s attention. PJs ears flattened to his head, Bobby's lips pulled with nerves.

“Hah. Hey Max” Roxanne smiled and hugged him back, both their tails were wagging.

“Hey guys” she waved a little at PJ and Bobby, her expression apologetic.

Bobby rubbed the back of his neck and PJ smiled painfully “Hey Roxanne”

Max was still recovering from the shock of seeing her again after so long “Oh my god, it's been forever! What are you doing here!?” his tail was going crazy behind him

“My campus arranged a field trip to see the games. Thought I'd tag along to cheer you on” She says “It has been too long. You look good” She smiles sweetly

Max felt his stomach catching butterflies “Thanks” His voice breaks and his face goes red “s-so do you”

She giggled and swayed in place “Well, I better get off the field before security notices..” She brushed her bright orange hair from her eyes “just wanted you to know I'd be rooting for you”

“Y-yeah I'll be rooting for you..” Damn that didn't even make sense she wasn’t competing “-To find a good seat by the finish line!” He felt a little proud of himself for that save.

Roxxanne giggled at his attempt to save his fumble “Okay I'll be there!” she began walking away, looking back over her shoulder with a small wave.

Max sighed happily, watching while Roxxy left into the crowded stands. After a moment he turned to look towards his friends “what?”

“You feeling okay man?” Bobby asked with an oddly sympathetic tone as he and PJ patted his shoulder.

“Yeah, of course?” Max looked around confused “Why wouldn't I?”

“Last time you saw Roxxy, she put you in a catatonic state for like, 3 months” PJ winced at the memory, feeling like a part of Max’s soul had left him when Roxxy went away.

“That's an exaggeration!” Max scoffed, feeling embarrassed that they were bringing it up “and it's not like that now! I'm over her. Really!”

Bobby and PJ looked skeptical at him.

“There is nothing left between us.” He said, sounding disappointed “After today she's going back to her school and I'll still be here” He looked down at the freshly cut grass. “I couldn’t even smell her anymore”

PJ squeezed his shoulder “Come on man, let's get to the rock wall, I heard they're letting the professors try. I bet it will be hilarious” PJ led the way to the rock wall, the location of their first event.

—

“Ohh, ladies and gentlemen! Put on your seat belts and hold onto your hats. Oh, my!” Chuck the announcer was speaking through the soundsystem, carried across every course and through the stalls of attendees. The competitors began feeling antsy as this was it, the games were nearly here!

“It's time for the high-flying, gravity-defying, no-time-for-weeping College X-Games!” The crowd all cheered as the announcer built up the hype

“And here they come!” He said as the teams all approached the rock wall, preparing for their first trial. “We'll begin with the eight qualifying teams in a semifinal round until we're down to the two best teams. Then they'll be fighting for first place at the College X-Games Championship!”

“That's right, Chuck. In the semifinals, we'll see rock climbing, luge runs and much more!” Their on the ground announcer adds in, much to the annoyance of Chuck

“Won't...that be fun?” Chuck grins wide but moves on quickly.

“The leading team to beat- as always- is the Gamma’s!”

Max looked at the big jumbo screen, the enlarged video of Bradley caught him off guard. The president of the Gamma’s seemed to be grinning right at Max, but he was sure anyone looking at the screen thought the same thing.

“And their three competitors are! Bradley Uppercrust the third..” Chuck said with enthusiasm

Bradley seemed to be in his natural habitat, Max could tell he was eating up all the attention, growing his ego like an inflated balloon about to burst. Max scowled, why was so photogenic, looking like a real pro-athlete that belonged on magazine covers and in record books.

“Tank and Slouch!” Chuck continued to introduce the team.

Unlike their professional team leader, who held himself with dignity; Tank and Slouch had a more rookie demeanor. Tank twittled his fingers at the camera, waving to his mom in the audience.

Their last minute substitution, Slouch, was behaving very much unlike a champion or even a Gamma for that matter. The images of Slouches silly face making and tongue waving was being broadcast all across the X Games ground. No doubt Bradley's father would see, likely unimpressed with the buffoons that Bradley allowed into their Brotherhood.

Bradley flashed the shorter Alpha a stern look; but Slouch was too distracted by face making to notice. Slouch faced Tank, pulled at the sides of his mouth and stuck his tongue in mockery of the bigger man.

Tank didn't take the messing around so lightly, he lifted his hand up and landed a punch down on the smaller Alphas head. Luckily his helmet was on for protection, but it still didn't stop Slouch from sinking to the ground in a dazed state.

It was the type of roughhousing that Alphas were known for; aggression was often used to keep an Alpha hierarchy intact. Tank was obviously stronger than Slouch, and higher in the pecking order. Slouch should have known better than to make a mockery of their fraternity or stick his tongue out at Tank of all Alpha’s.

But the crowd didn't seem to care about the team on the jumbotron display, a loud gasp was heard across the stadium as many patrons saw Goofy was off the roster. They riled in an upset.

“What happened to Goofy?” a woman shrieked in a horrified way fit for a blockbuster thriller.

“Where is Goofy?” rang out from the stands

“We want Goofy!” others chanted in demand

“I missed my daughter's wedding just to see Goofy!” another man threw his hands up in exasperation.

“Wow, what do you know Chuck! Looks like Goofy is a no show!” the on ground reporter states as he watches the discontent fans all begin rioting.

“What happened to Goof man!” an alarmed fan shouts as he runs in front of the reporter, right up to the camera, eyes looking crazed.

Bradley ignored the audience that had suddenly turned on them. It wasn't like he had a choice in Goof's resignation, but he was booed for it anyway. He was just as disappointed as the crowd was to be abandoned by someone he had built up to be so loved. Unlike them he didn’t show how let down he was.

After their small tv introduction, the Gamma’s headed to the location of the first event. Bradley kept his smile smug even as they were heckled. He was beyond caring about what the crowd felt; They once loved him and he loved their love, but like most affection it came with conditions. Maybe he would win them over, maybe he wouldn't. All he really cared about now was winning, even if they hated him for it.

His father would be watching this year for the first time, although his presents was also conditional and self-serving, it was the only chance Bradley would get to prove he was just as capable as any Alpha! He could still take over his fathers company, continue the family legacy and bring honor to the Uppercrust name. He could tell his father had arrived, scents were always very distinct between blood relatives, even in a large crowd like this it stood out.

As he and the Gamma’s team approached the Rock wall Bradley grimaced disapprovingly at the second reason he needed to win, Max.

Max’s scent was muddying up all his fresh air, but that wasn’t why it stuck out to him today, it was mixed with anothers. Bradley could smell a female beta’s scent coming off of Max; And while he told himself it didn’t bother him… It was really aggravating.

He knew he didn’t have a reason to be angry, Max wasn’t his and he didn’t even want him. He wouldn’t be irritated if he weren't an Omega whose hormones decided he should try to court Max. Now he felt territorial and threatened for something so stupid, someone he didn’t even like.

But if he won, his instinctual drive would no longer make Bradley desire the Alpha Freshman. No Omega wanted a weak Alpha, and no strong Alpha would be an Omega’s towel boy.

He stood right beside the Freshman team, looking up at the Rock climbing wall that towered over them all.

“Hey! Brad!” Max called out to him and Bradley felt a satisfying burst of reassurance. He knew Max couldn’t help but engage with him.

“What’d you do with my dad? Max looked concerned and confused. Bradleys smirk got even saucier as he looked over his shoulder, only making the slightest adjustment to face Max.

“He didn’t make the cut” His voice sounded so seductive, his eyes sultry “See he was never really Gamma material” Bradley half lied, even if Goofy had ditched them first, it looked better to be the ones calling the shots then admit they’d been rejected by Goofy.

Bobby chalked up his gloves and prepared to climb the wall. They were in last place, so Bobby would be racing first, alongside the team that had placed 7ths in the preliminary rounds. He got into the starting position. Hands forming little claws as he waited for the gun to sound off.

There was a lot of pressure riding on this first round, everyone expected the freshman team to get the boot here, they placed last here they’d be disqualified.

The shot rang out and Bobby lunged towards the wall. The Alpha beside him was already two steps ahead. Damn he was fast! Bobby looked to his own rocks that lead all the way to the top. He scaled as quickly as he could, even with the Alpha student pulling ahead of him Bobby didn’t give up.

“Go Bobby go!” Max and PJ cheered, staying optimistic even as the Alpha with powerful arms kept furthering the distance in front of their friend, Bobby didn’t have to beat him, he just had to beat any of the other competitors, to have a better time than just one of them.

Bradley smiled in a satisfied way Bobby was already lacking behind, no surprise really as his competition was an Alpha. The Freshman losers would be out of here quickly, just as Bradley had hoped..

Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere the skilled climber began to slide down the wall. Bradley could hear the crowd gasping as the Alpha’s claws desperately tried to grip the rocks as he slid past them.

“Looks like team 87 lost his grip!!” Chuck announced

Max and PJ began to cheer louder for their friend, looks like they wouldn’t be in last place after all! They couldn’t have hoped for a stronger start.

Bradley took the walkie-talkie out from his back pocket, ducking behind Tank as he scowled at the device like it was his useless, good for nothing Gamma Brother “Tweed you dunce! The Freshman freak is on the other side!” he hissed

Max continued to jump around as Bobby made it past the halfway point, their friend quickly scurried to the top, as if there was a fire burning under his feet. He made it to the top of the wall, beating his own personal time. He started dancing in celebration as the crowd all cheered, becoming more impressed with the Freshman. They were starting to bring the crowd back to their side, it helped that Goofy was no longer the lightning rod of fan praise he had been.

Max howled and did a fist pump into the air, PJ was also dancing in place, celebrating the victory.

Bradley was glaring, a big frown pulled at his lip while he watched the Freshman dancing above him. Tweed was a moron, he wanted these Freshie losers cut from the game first! He didn’t feel sorry about the loss of the other competitors, but he couldn’t feel at ease until their main targets were eliminated. It was ironic that he might have just saved his rivals from being disqualified early.

“Aw don't look so salty Brad” Max jeered when he noticed the Gamma president looking pissed “Angry that you have some real competition this year?” he continued to tease, now he could be the one to wear a smug grin and boast.

“oh, you call that competition?” Bradley laughed “You losers haven't seen anything yet” he insisted “So you got a little lucky. Don't expect every competition to hand you a free pass”

Max scoffed and rolled his eyes, damn that Bradley was persistently annoying.

Max liked watching the competition, it was impressive to see how each individual tackled the challenge, some took more time to plan out a route, while others hit the rocks head on and hoped they didn’t climb themselves into a precarious place with no easy route out.

It was time for the final two teams, Max watched as the climbing harness was handed off to Bradley “watch how it's really done”

Luckily Bradley walked off before he had time to notice Max’s tail begin to wag, he hadn’t expected to become this excited to see Bradley perform, and he didn’t expect to see it done so soon.

“Our next Contestants are up to bat with Bradley Uppercrust the third representing the Gammas, facing off against Gaston of team 48!”

PJ had noticed Max’s tail wagging behind him “what's got you so excited man?”

“Nothing.. just..looking forward to winning” he lied

Proving his familiarity with the sport. Bradley was ready to climb long before his opponent, who got tangled in his straps in the dressing process.
He approached the wall beside his other opponent and sized the Alpha up.

The Alpha did the same, laughing confidently “You beat me the last 3 years but I’ve improved since then”

Bradley offered a competitive smile as the starter began the countdown. He readies himself for the shot to ring out. “So have I”

As the starting gun went off, Bradley began ascending the wall with ease. He had a rare advantage in rock climbing. Omega bones were hollow, which made him exceptionally light for his size; that alone wouldn't be enough to outpace an Alpha, but since he focused a lot of time increasing his muscle mass, he could easily pull himself up with no trouble.

Another advantage, he was flexible and very limber, he could stretch his leg past his head if he wanted, so finding the quickest route among the rock path wasn't any trouble and it made for an entertaining spectacle.

But those advantages came with a monkey's paw, while hollow bones made him light, it also meant they broke easily. A trade off he would rather not make. Being light was rarely ever a good thing, Especially not in an Alphas world.

But complaining about it didn't do him much good. So he worked it to his advantage when he could.

Max's mouth fell open, he knew Bradley had to be good, but this was another level. He could throw his body upward with just one hand. It seemed like he ascended the wall faster than most students ascended the staircases in school.

Bradley easily made it to the top of the Wall a full 12 seconds in front of his component and 8 seconds faster than the runner up.

The jumbo screen was back onto Bradley, grinning with his perfect teeth and photogenic features. Winning really suited him.

Bradley made the best time that day, a surprise to no one but Gaston.

Bobby placed in third, a huge comeback from their team's performance during the Qualifying rounds, they made their mark, they were here to stay!

Even as he celebrated Max felt the spine tingling fear of defeat, Bradley had not been what he expected. Max was just thankful that there wasn't any rock climbing in the Triathlon.

—
Max was finally getting to represent the team again, this time in the Luge run competition. He took the lead against his opponent, flying down the city road just behind the other fierce competitor who also happened to be in red. it was unfortunate that it wasn’t Bradley competing against him. Max would need to be patient before he put the Gamma president in his place.

He was about to overtake the competitor in front of him before the road was suddenly filled with small clear marbles. Just one of these getting under a wheel and he’d be toast. He watched in shock as the racer beside him hit one of the marbles and began spinning around in the middle of the track. In a stroke of genius, Max begins to sway and lift the sides of his wheels to avoid the tiny obstacles. Nothing was taking him out of this race.

Max tilted his chin up with a big confident smirk. He pointed to his eyes, then to Bradley. Letting the king know he was coming for him and his throne!

Bradley took a deep breath and turned his head to look away. Of course he was mistaking Max's show boating as some courting display,

The competition almost spun right into him, luckily he quickly reacted, scraping against the hay bales, getting the straw in his shorts and mouth. He was able to correct just before a sharp turn, leaving the crashing competition in his dust. With a feeling of adrenaline Max coursing through him Max crossed the finish line! One more team down, 4 more to go before the boss battle. As he stopped in his sled he could see Bradley with his arms crossed, looking at him with disgust.

Bradley was representing his team, again! Max watched the screen closely as he learned another new method to Bradley’s madness; he was super aggressive. It wasn’t common to bump another sled in a luge run, it was down right dangerous! But Bradley still did it, ramming the front of his sled into the competitor, grinding the sides of their sleds together he side swiped them into the hay bales and kept them from over taking his spot. Bradley had no defensive strategy, he was left completely open and on the attack He had no defensive strategy, he left himself completely open, on the attack.

Max was realizing the climbing likelihood that he and his friends would be using the infirmary before tonight. Every competition now had wounded players, and Bradley was definitely not helping that statistic.

No surprise he ended up in first place again, he stood tall and smug, his arms crossed and chin held high while Max had come in a close second.

A fact that alarmed Bradley. He kept repeating to himself, second was still second, someone had to come in second, as long as it wasn’t him everything would be fine. if Bradley just kept a step ahead Max was still losing.

—
The last competition was all up to PJ on the BMX track, his specialty! He cruised through the court yard with ease, making it leagues ahead of his competition, winding, bumping and bouncing over the obstacles before him.

PJ was doing great, he had a solid lead since the start of the race. If he can just maintain it then it would kick the last remaining contestant out, leaving the final spot In the triathlon against Bradley for his team.

Max worried as one biker got a sudden burst of speed, quickly gaining on PJ.

Maybe he had been saving his energy for the final push? But why were there sparklers on his wheels? That couldn’t be in line with the rules.

It became obvious to him that the biker had lost control, and was quickly gaining on the cat with no sign of slowing or doing around him. Luckily PJs cat like instincts were sharp, he jumped right over the flying projectile, who crashed into the finish line banner, getting flung back across the court and spinning wildly on a flag post.

“Yes!! Go PJ go!” Max and Bobby cheered and hollered, running closer To the finish line as Bobby sped past it with anxious energy.

“Did you guys see that! I almost got killed?” He wrung his hands nervously

“Relax buddy, Dudes breaks must have broke or something”

“And he snuck a sparkler to his wheels?” PJ cocked his brow

“It's not the craziest thing to happen!” Max insisted

“But don't fret bro! You won!” Bobby grinned from ear to ear

PJ began to smile wide, “Y-yeah!”

“We won!!” PJ jumped with enthusiasm and the other boys celebrated right beside him.

“We won!!” Bobby and Max both cheered back, slapping their hands together in celebration, high fiving each other for their amazing performances.

“Little early to celebrate, don't you think?”

“Always such a party popper Brad?”

“Brad-LEY. Just making sure you won't be too disappointed when you lose” Bradley walked around Max and the boys like he was circling his prey

“I think we have a pretty good chance” Max glared, eyeing Bradley as he circled them

"You haven't won a race yet!" Bradley stepped closer looking intently at Max

"We only need to win one" Max said so calmly it made Bradley almost tremble. Max wasn't as easily stirred as he had been at the last event.

"Who do you think you're dealing with?" Bradley hissed

"I'm not underestimating you Brad, not again" Max never lost his composure. He stared back at Bradley, realizing they'd never been closer.

Bradley's eye twitched in anger, he felt his face beginning to warm up as he recognized that Max wasn't going to get worked up or push back. For once in his three years competing, he thought he might actually lose.

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“The semi-finals have resulted in just Team One and Team 99 going head-to-head in the finals!”

It was Bradley's worst nightmare, despite all of his effort he hadn’t been able to knock that damn Goof out of the race, in fact he may have made it easier for them to qualify by knocking out the other teams prematurely.

Even after realizing this he doubled down on the behavior that continued to dig a deeper hole for himself. He just needed to take matters into his own hands. His Gamma brothers had one job today, get Max out of the competition, and yet they managed to disqualify every team but his. It was so hard finding competent help.

He stood on the sidelines waiting for the final race to begin, Tank and Slouch taking a brief reprieve to rehydrate despite Bradley doing the lion's share of the work today. He watched as a pile of contestants were carried into the infirmary, moaning and groaning like a bunch of wimps.

“The grueling competition has really taken its toll on the athletes this afternoon” Chuck announced from the speakers

Bradley would bet most of them played up their pain to avoid facing the humiliation of their pathetic loss. But only Bradley knew the full extent of their humiliation, losing to an Omega was particularly bad for an Alpha. He bit his inner cheek at what a double edged sword that was; for his own sake he would keep this fact to himself.

Bradley took off his helmet and held it respectfully to his chest while he stood in front of the infirmary. He frowned for his fallen comrades as attendees and journalists watched him.

But truthfully he couldn’t care less, he didn’t care if Alpha’s got a little knocked around, they were resilient by nature and benefited from their stereotypes. If he was expected to perform the duties of an Omega, he would hold every Alpha to that standard. His fake frown quickly turned into a menacing looking grin as he gave his Gamma brothers a big thumbs up.

They had come to discuss the plans for the next event, and while Bradley intended to keep his boys loyal with positive reinforcement, he was also feeling disillusioned with their usefulness.

His brothers looked proud of their accomplishments; even though they had failed their primary objective they couldn’t see why Max was such a big deal, they couldn’t appreciate the pressure this put on Bradley. Now that his team had failed to take Max out Bradley would simply have to take matters into his own hands. As the saying goes; if you need something done right you have to do it yourself.

It still stung to think about the failed attempt to get Max disqualified at the qualifying rounds, if only he hadn't had so much faith in the judges..well, judgment.

Bradley caught a water bottle that was tossed towards him from an approaching Tank “Hydration time, baby”

Bradley gestured for the other Gamma brothers to leave, needing a moment alone with the big lug to enforce his loyalty “Get into positions” with any luck their incompetence wouldn't be needed any longer but he wasn’t leaving anything up to chance.

“You killed it today baby” Tank whistled, sounding impressed with Bradley’s performance.

“Don't I always” Bradley grinned, not letting his annoyance show through. He needed a united front today, he couldn't risk any of his brothers getting cold feet or losing their resolve so close to victory. Especially not Tank, whom he knew he was on rocky grounds with.

“HAHA, You're damn right baby!!” Tank laughed so loudly, he lifted his hand, almost patting Bradley on the back but remembered how his friend had reacted to touch during the qualifying rounds, he quickly deviated from that path and brought his hand to his neck instead. “What's the plan for the final act?”

“We win” Bradley hummed

“That's a little vague” Tank pressed his lips and scratched his head as he tried to remember if he had been told a more detailed game plan.

“Have I ever led you wrong?” Bradley cocked his brow and smirked confidently.

Tank grinned, his confusion replaced with utter confidence in his beloved leader “Course not baby! You're the best Gamma president any Brother could ask for!” Tank insisted without a hint of a lie.

“Trust me Tanky, my main man. Were in this together till the end, it will all be over sooner than you think” Bradley put his arm around Tank, his other arm gestured out in front of them as he invited Tank to envision his grand scheme.

The speakers blared again, projecting Chuck's voice across the stadium. Tank and Bradley's attention was pulled to the announcer, giving him their attention “Now let's strap in for our final and deciding event; the X-Games triathlon!”

That was their que, Bradley grinned devilishly at Tank as they began walking to the assembly point “Those freshman won't even get the privilege of skating next to us”

“ooh ho ho?” Tank laughed “a pre-game scheme? I can't wait to see this”

Bradley nudged Tank as they chuckled “Soon those trophies will be ours” he sounded so suave and sure of himself.

Tank nudged him back, falling into their friendly dynamic with ease “Our other 3 trophies are feeling pretty lonely!” he laughed. Tank couldn’t wait for the X-Games to be over with, They've been thick as thieves since Bradley and he had become Gamma brothers their freshman year. They faced a lot of challenges together, Bradley always had tunnel vision for victory and success, but this year it seemed the weight of the world had been too much. Tank had seen his brother's confidence shaken, and Bradley was more terrifying than ever when he wasn’t sure of himself.

They both walked towards the staircase that led up to the starting line. Bradley approached Slouch at the bottom of the platform preparing for the final stretch.

“Ready Gammas?” Bradley asked militantly, standing tall with his chin held high as he addressed them.

They both jumped to their feet, standing with their backs straight and stiff at attention “Ready!” They said in unison, starting to grin.

“I hope so” Bradley said menacingly

–

Max made it to the staircase which led to the starting line for the final event. It was hard to believe they had gotten this far; in spite of all their setbacks they were really doing It. He felt a sense of Deja-vu as he climbed up the stairs, overlooking the campus, the corn-field and beyond even that.

But that was where the similarities to the qualifying rounds would end. He wasn’t going to mess it up again, he wouldn't get humiliated by those damn Gammas, thinking they're better than everyone just because they won every year.

His fist clenched thinking about it, he wouldn't be distracted by the scenery! Or blinded by his unyielding confidence, he knew now losing was a very real possibility, he needed to keep his eyes on the prize and give it all he got in order to win.

Max turned his head away from the scenic sky high view, looking ahead of himself where Brad happened to be walking a few steps in front of him.

He immediately blushed, being the perfect eye level with Brad’s.. tail.

He swallowed hard and averted his eyes quickly, looking further up at Brad's back. He had such strong shoulder blades and defined muscles, he could see them moving under the tight suit as he walked.
Max’s eyes glanced further up again, looking for something on Brad he wouldn’t find totally breathtaking. He became mesmerized by the way Brad’s brunette hair was blowing slightly in the breeze, wafting to the side and revealing little glimpses of the back of Brad’s neck.

Max didn't know why his neck felt more taboo than any other part of him, like he'd be less shy staring at his ass instead.

He started to grind his teeth together, not knowing why he had the urge to bite all of a sudden.

Max picked up his pace only slightly, not realizing he was doing so himself. He subconsciously closed the gap that was between him and Brad to get a better look. He stared so closely at him, it was titillating whenever the tips of Brad’s hair brushed against his soft skin.

His neck was slim and long, smooth and unblemished. His peachy fur was short on his neck, Max was sure it would reveal any marks he might leave on Brads skin.

He bit down on his tongue like a starving man biting into a juicy apple, realizing what he wanted so badly to bite down on. He felt immense shame as the realization dawned on him. It was a natural instinct for an Alpha to claim their mates through biting, but having it brought on by Brad was completely backwards.

Bradley turned his head to look over his shoulder, he could practically feel Max's breath on him “Back off Goof, it's not a race to the top” he snarled

“Oh, uhm..uh sorry” Max stopped, letting Bradley pull ahead again. Max rubbed the sides of his face in exasperation, feeling his cheeks burning up, ugh how embarrassing was that! Bradley probably thought he was a weirdo with no personal boundaries!

PJ put his hand on his friend's shoulder. “Ignore that bully” he glared up at Brad's back

“He’s just mad he's about to la, la lose!” Bobby added with a big grin as he passed by his friends, taking the spot behind Brad but not getting too close.

“Heh, yeah of course” Max kept feeling guilty for his intrusive thoughts and how he'd let them infringe on Brad's space.

Brad was a jerk but he didn’t deserve to be the subject of Max’s weird fantasies, he seemed way above that, like it was degrading to even think of him that way. Brad felt so untouchable to Max and so out of his league, even in his own thoughts.

When they’d finally gotten to the top of the tower Brad was already with his brothers getting on his rollerblades, as far apart as he could be from Max.

“You guys get ready I'll be there in a second” Max waved to his teammates who looked surprised by the sudden action. But Max was walking off before they could question him.

The Gamma’s looked up as Max started approaching, he tried to wear a friendly smile but only managed a nervous one, fuck why was he doing this. He would turn around right now but that would look even weirder, he had to stick to his decision.

Bradley stood up from his kneeling position, refusing to be looked down on by Max. He crossed his arms in a closed off stance, his expression less than friendly

Max swallowed hard, then smiled “You did really great out there today Brad”

“I know. I don't need a Freshman’s approval to feel validated” Bradley sneered, wondering what Max's angle was.

Max sighed “I just wanted to wish you luck, Win or Lose, lets just have fun” Max smiled genuinely "No hard feelings?” He put his hand out, offering the Gamma president a shake, a symbolic gesture for putting this petty rivalry behind them, maybe the chance to start over.

Tank and Slouch looked at the offered hand in surprise, then looked up to Bradley. He was stiff as a board, not budging an inch to accept the offer..

“Getting scared?” Bradley mocked

Max put his hand back down, smacking his thigh in annoyance “Can’t you just be a normal person for a second Brad, I am doing my best to offer an olive branch here”

“Save me your holier-than-thou altruism, Max. It's as fake as your puffed up skating skills” Bradley huffed “You still can't even get my name right”

Max flinched, calling him Brad was just innate in his speech now, he completely forgot the nickname wasn't Bradley approved.

He pressed his lips together nervously “That wasn’t.. I didn’t mean–”

“You’ve realized you're in too deep and you want me to pull you out of it. I won't. Alpha up and face your loss with some dignity” Bradley insisted coldly

Max felt the anger rising again “The olive branch was for your sake, BRAD” Max couldn’t help but walk back his words, he knew it was petty, he knew he should be the bigger Alpha here but Brad just brought the worst out of him “I can't wait to have you fetching towels and feeding me grapes like a good towel boy!”

“Interesting flights of fancy, you’ll have to tell me more while airing out Tanks old sneakers as my towel boy” Bradley shot back

“I’m gonna get you a nice big name tag to wear while you wait on me. It'll just say Towel Boy Brad on it, so everyone will say your name without the ‘L’,’E,‘Y’ you love so much!”

“I'll shove it down your throat and make sure you choke on it!" Bradley growled as he rolled closer, Max stepped up as well, until their foreheads touched. Neither of them were willing to relent. Both of their teeth were bared, gnashing in anger, just moments away from a full out fist fight.

Max let out a low guttural growl from his throat that made a shiver go up Bradley's spine, for a split second his mask faltered. Max's expression softened, but before they could react both of them were pulled apart.

“Woah woah” the Gammas pulled Bradley back.

“Hey man!” Bobby and PJ put their hands Max's shoulder, also doing their part to split up the two.

Both of their friends spoke in unison, taking their team lead and pulling them to the other side of the platform before things got dicey.

“Ay, would you save it for the race?” The bear coach put his hands to his hips in annoyance “I’m here to count down, not break up any fights” he huffed and shook his head at the immature youngsters.

Bradley was pulled to the side by Tank. The bigger Alpha pushed down on his shoulders, insisting for Bradley to sit back down “We’ll get him on the field baby, don't you worry!”

Bradley scoffed and pushed Tank's hand away as he leaned forward, bringing his hands to the straps of his roller blades, tugging on them until they hugged his calves snugly. He faced the ground in shame, hoping Max hadn’t noticed the split second of fear Bradley was sure his mask failed to uphold.

Max’s growl was bestial, angry and needy; to an Omega it spoke a thousand words, a stark reminder that Bradley acted like an Alpha but he couldn’t play like one. If a fight were to break out between them, Bradley would be in trouble; He needed to beat Max on the track where Bradley had a chance, not to get carried away and pick fights in a field he was heavily disadvantaged.

Max wasn’t sure what he had done, but for a brief moment he thought he’d seen Bradley look at him without malice or superiority, the problem was that Max hated that new look even more, like for a split moment he was looking at someone else and not Bradley.

“We're seconds away from what promises to be an emotional finale between these two fierce competitors” Chuck said from the blimp, unaware of how real his words were, and the real emotional rollercoasters going on down below him.

The two teams got on their gear and lined up at the edge of the ramp. Bradley took the spot furthest from Max on the outer edge of his team, trying to avoid being near the Alpha and out of the referees line of sight.

The Starter stood to their side, looking at his watch as he counted down. He raised his starting gun in preparation “Take your positions”

Both teams knelt down, preparing themselves at the starting line, right in front of the ramp's steep drop off. Everyone was so quiet, waiting with anxious anticipation for the sounding gunshot.

Bradley could still feel that growl rumbling deep in Max’s throat, threatening him to stand down and behave, be a good Omega and let the Alpha’s handle the race. Bradley wouldn't listen to those demands however, He wouldn't let Max get the better of him. He slowly brought his hand up, careful to move inconspicuously as he brought a remote out from his pocket.

“On your mark, get set…” the starter had his eyes on his watch, filling the racers with anxiety, even the attendees in the stadium and those watching on the TV’s at home were tense with anticipation; Everyone except Bradley who knew the gun would never sound.

He pressed the big red button on his little remote and suddenly fire flared out of PJs skates. The Freshman shrieked as he blasted high into the air and out of the arena. Bradley took advantage of the distraction to hide his remote once again.

Max flinched forward, nearly mistaking the blast of the jet for the starting gun shot, but realized before taking off what had just happened. All he could do was watch as PJ flew into the air, far away from the X-Games venue.

The crowd all gasped and the referee blew into his whistle, a loud long high pitched blare rang out from it.

“False start! False start!” He waved his hands and shook his head as he walked in front of the Freshman team, trying to ensure no one else would take off early.

In a dazed state Max looked over to the Gammas. He could see Brad staring him down with a defiant grin, the president chuckling to himself before looking towards Tank and Slouch, joining into whatever conversation they were having and acting like he was none the wiser.

Max was suddenly putting the pieces together, his mouth gaped as he realized what his father had been saying, what all of those oddities during the Games had been.

“Both teams back on the line. Get back here!” The bear waved his hands at the teams, pointing to the starting line for them to reassemble.

Max shook his head in disbelief and spoke up “Wait! Hold on! Brad just blasted our third guy into the next state!” He accused, pointing at the perpetrator who looked up from the nail grooming he had been focused on.

Bradley’s eyes went wide as he gasped at the accusation, but he wasn’t really shocked, Max could tell it was a completely put on act, Bradley wasn’t even trying to be convincing. “Why, that is absurd! I did nothing of the sort!”

“Ugh! That's what my dad has been trying to tell me!” Max shook his head, stopping as he looked at Bradley with annoyance.

Bradley continued his little play “Can we get on with the race, please?” he sounded so impatient before pausing and tapping his bottom lip “Wait a moment, uh...one, two…” He counts out loud, mocking the freshman like he couldn’t count to three in his head.

“Ooooh, you don't seem to have enough team members now, do you?” Bradley smiled condescending, his grin was wide and smug. Max could see from the president's eyes this had been his intention all along.

If only he had listened to his dad! If only he had noticed PJ’s skates had been tampered with! All the signs were there, Bobby’s disappearing rocks, the marbles on the Luge track, the sparkler on the bike path!

How could he have been so blind, Bradley didn’t care about the integrity of the race, he just wanted to win at any cost!

The referee looked apologetic as he agreed with Bradley's assessment “Rules are rules. You have to have a complete team or you forfeit to the Gammas” He pointed his thumb to Bradley who wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Max.

Max felt his heart drop.

He panicked “Wait, that's unfair! We don't know anyone else!” He exclaimed. He looked to Bobby who shrugged in confusion, Max’s eyes darting around desperately as he tried to come up with a solution.

Had Bradley really outplayed him?

Max felt a dark shadow hovering over him, suddenly blocking out the sun from above. After he realized this wasn’t just a manifestation of the dread he was feeling, Max looked up at what was obstructing the sun. The blimp.. The Jumbotron.. The speakers.. Wait..

He looked around until he spotted Ken, the on the ground announcer for the race. He was right there with the teams at the starting line platform. His video feed being played live on the Jumbo Screen, his voice carried all across the campus. "OH, it seems we have a little delay here, folks”

That was it! Exactly what Max needed!

Ken looked at his watch as the Freshman’s time to find another teammate slowly counting down. “Team 99's short a man and will be disqualified if one is not found in just one-and-a-half minutes!” He filled in the audience to what was happening

Max bumped Ken out of the way, taking his microphone and making a last ditch effort to save the X-Games. He looked at the camera, knowing his message would be spread far and wide across the fields and stadium.

“Dad, it's me, Max” He spoke calmly

Bradley rolled his eyes at what he was hearing. He folded his arms over his chest in a defensive manner. It was pathetic to see a grown Alpha asking for help from his father But Goofy swore to the Gamma’s he wouldn’t be bailing Max out of this one.

Bradley grit his teeth, Goofy better keep that damn promise he thought, although Bradley knew he wouldn’t. Goofy’s one priority had always been Max, He couldn’t stomach Goofy’s wholesome father routine.

Max continued his pleads “If you're out there” He suddenly paused, imagining how Goofy would be reacting right now if he was seeing this at all “Dad, relax, I'm not in trouble” It was a testament to their closeness and Goofy’s protective nature that Max knew his fathers first instinct would be out of concern for him; even when Max had been so cruel to him this semester.

Max felt a stirring of guilt as he thought back on it, sending him to the Gamma’s, getting pissed at his dad because Max had botched the qualifying rounds, the cruel things he had after words, giving him the cold shoulder when he only wanted to warn his son. Goofy deserved none of it. “It's just the team needs you” He paused “I need you” He finally admits earnestly

Even Bradley knew that Goofy would come for his son, in the short time he had known the Elder Goof he rarely spoke of anything but Max, how proud he was, how supportive Goofy had been in all of Max’s endeavors, even the stupid ones; like deciding to be an arts major.

Bradley also knew how Max didn’t appreciate how good he had it, not that Goofy was aware, but Bradley had picked up on it. It was annoying.

But even if Goofy started to run up from the bottom of the scaffolding he still would never make it here in time, and that's assuming he was in the arena to see this message at all. Bradley felt some ease as the timer continued to count down with only one Goof in sight.

Max sighed and relinquished the microphone back to Ken. He walked to the back rails of the platform and leaned on them, reflecting on the realization that he’d been a real jerk to his father this semester.

“You think he's on his way?” Bobby asked, the ticking clock making him antsy as they were running out of time and there was still no sign of Goofy.

“Well, I wouldn't blame him if he didn't come” Max sighed. He didn’t deserve it, Goofy had been an overbearing father, but Max had also been a crumby distant son. They both had a lot of faults to share.

“That's it! They're disqualified!” Bradley sounded the happiest Max had ever heard him.

He had thought better of the president, he thought that the games had to mean something to him, that skating meant something to him! But Max was wrong, Brad just wanted the sham glory of an easy victory without respecting the sports integrity. He was a cheater, a liar, and he played Max for a fool!

And now he would never get the chance to prove he was worthy of Brad. He wasn’t even sure why he felt the need to prove such a thing! Like Max couldn’t help but put the cheats opinion on some pedestal despite every shitty thing he's done and said. Max squeezed the bars of the railing he leaned on. He knew Brad wasn’t better than him, he wasn’t better than anyone, why did he need so badly for Brad to acknowledge that?

“No, no, no. Not yet. There's still five more seconds” The referee stated.

Max was already resigned to their defeat. He’d be nothing to Brad pretty soon, not even their ongoing rivalry could keep them in proximity now. He’d just be a towel boy, he’d be lucky if Brad would even remember his name.

Bradley was already celebrating his inevitable victory. He high fived Tank, feeling really proud of his final, ultimate cheat. Hopefully the Gamma boys were watching and learning; this was how you got what you wanted! After today he’d be done with this drawn out courting ritual, Maybe Max would finally get that he's been barking up the wrong tree.

“4...3...2…”

The Referees count down rang hollow in Max’s ears. He shrugged at Bobby who looked towards him for guidance. There was nothing he could do now, he had let his team down. They’d lost.

Just as the referee was about to bring these games to their final conclusion, a large object smashes right through the wooden floor of the platform they were standing on. Everyone jumped back, narrowly avoiding being struck by the impact. Bradley’s heart was pounding as he struggled to back away, the wheels on his feet caused him to lose control over his stance for a moment as he ran in place.

From the hole in the floor Goofy’s head poked out “Ah-hyuck!”

The crowd cheered louder than they had ever cheered before. The fan favorite was back, and his return was literally ground breaking.

Bradley’s mouth hung open in disbelief, for a moment he couldn’t string a sentence together, it was too far-fetched for him to comprehend just how lucky Max always was.

Bradley grabbed the bear's shirt, shaking him as he lost nearly all decorum in a moment of true panic “Hey, c'mon, no fair! He's too late!” Bradley wasn’t the pleading type, it was below him to beg like this, he could feel the shame as the words were leaving his mouth but the desperation was much stronger than his self-respect.

The bear lifted his big arm towards Bradley, making him flinch away, fearing retaliation from pulling at the administrator's shirt in a moment of panic; before he realized the man was just showing off his watch. “Not by my watch”

Max pulls his father from the crater he made in the ground. He smiles softly, realizing how his father always came through for him even when it all seemed hopeless.

“Son, about the last couple of weeks…” Goofy started to speak apologetically, having so much to say and get off his chest. He feared if he didn’t make things right this moment then he may never have the chance again.

“Dad, what do you say we take care of this race first?” Max suggests with a happy and warm tone. Although he too had so much to say to his father, they were on a strict time crunch, talking about everything he was sorry for now wouldn’t do his apology justice.

“You’ve got it” Goofy felt the tears welling up in his eyes, Max’s smile was all the reassurance he needed to know they’d be okay.

“Take your positions” The referee ordered for a second time, trying to get this show on the road.

Max helped Goofy put on his roller blades while Bobby strapped up his safety equipment in a hurry. They approached the edge of the ramp again, making sure this time none of their equipment had any of Brad’s little surprises attached.

For the second time today both the teams knelt at the starting line, they prepared for the starting sound off. The excitement on the platform was high, blood was pumping through the students as they eagerly awaited, ready to blow off some pent up energy in the race.

Max looked to the corner of his eye, seeing Bradley had taken the closest position to him this time. Bradley met his gaze after a moment feeling Max’s eyes on him, both of their expressions intensified upon receiving eye contact.

Fuck, Max's scent was really strong with adrenaline, it was giving Bradley goosebumps as they waited silently, only their expressions could convey what they were thinking. Bradley’s mind replayed that noise Max had made, the domineering growl telling him to stay in his place.

“On your mark!”

They both looked ahead of themselves, regaining focus.

“Get set!”

Bradley just needed to focus on winning, if he stayed ahead of Max he wouldn't have to smell the scent coming off of him. Once he crossed the finish line first, Max's lucky breaks wouldn't be enough to keep them entwined any longer. He just needed to win and the imprint would be broken.

This was it. Max’s heart was racing as he readied himself on the ramps platform, his muscles were tense but his body still, ready to react to the starting sound at any moment. He needed to win, knock Bradley off that pedestal, make him admit defeat for the first time in the Alpha president's life.

The starting gun suddenly fired with an unmistakable sound unlike the jet that had shot PJ into the clouds. Max instantly knew this wasn't another trick, he reacted so quickly, shooting off down the ramp with Bobby at his side and Goofy a bit behind him struggling to stand.

Bradley took the immediate lead, making himself aerodynamic, leaning close to the ground to pick up speed while he raced down the massive slope. Max couldn’t help feeling a little shocked watching him pull ahead of everyone. Bradley was going so fast Max couldn't imagine he’d be able to make the first turn without colliding into the walls; Yet he did the impossible, using his hand on the pavement to support himself as he made a sharp turn just a hair away from the hay bales. The speed caused the audience standing by to lose their hats.

It was then Max realized with some fear that rollerblading was Brad’s best event. He seemed fearless at this high speed, and graceful at every turn. He could see Brad was grinning as he turned another corner, zipping through the stadium and onto the designated roadways in record time.

“Gammas lead as they head out of the stadium!” Chuck provided live commentary as he observed the teams facing off against one another.

Max and Bobby kept a quick pace, but the Gamma’s were slowly pulling ahead by the second. Max stepped harder, pushed his legs with more power, but he couldn’t match Brad’s speed. It wasn’t over yet, Max just hoped he would be able to make up the time on the skateboarding leg of the event.

Max kept his eyes on the prize, trusting his father was behind him and had his back. Goofy struggled to keep his balance on the wheeled shoes, but managed to stay upright at least as he tried to make his son proud.

Bradley could still feel Max behind him, smelling the adrenaline that was pushing him to catch up. He hated this feeling, like he was being chased. But he would hate being behind him even more so.

Bradley looked back to ensure Max wasn’t gaining on them, he was pleased his Gamma brothers had managed to take a solid lead on the Freshman. Now he intended to keep it that way. “Operation Grandma up ahead” he spoke into a walkie talkie he kept in his pocket.

Just then Bradley, Tank and Slouch speed past the very tall figure standing nonchalant behind the hay bales meant to keep the pedestrians out of the roads. But the Gamma’s had other ideas.

Max and Bobby were focusing on the road ahead and paying no heed to the onlookers. Unlike the Qualifying rounds Max wouldn’t let the attention and cheering get to his head, he didn’t care about his popularity or fame right now all that mattered to him was winning.

Their focus was suddenly disrupted as their path was crossed by people who seemed to come out of nowhere. Both members of team 99 yelped in alarm, skilled enough to quickly avoid a collision by splitting apart from their path.

“Uh-oh! There's pedestrians on the street!” Chuck announced from his blimp, getting the perfect birds eye view of the roads.

Both Freshman wobbled on one skate before managing to restabilize themselves. Max knew Bradley was still playing games, as Tweed was the tallest boy scout he had ever seen, and Shorty was the ugliest grandma!

He growled again, feeling the anger rising in his throat and out of his muzzle. It was like Bradley was taunting him, daring Max to stop him. He leaned forward and kept his body low, determined to catch up to Bradley no matter what he threw in his way.

Bradley looks over his shoulder again and frowns in anger when he sees Max and Bobby still coming for him. He had never been so distracted during a race before. His mind was urging him to pull to the side and let the Alpha pass, but he refused such a temptation, if an Alpha really wanted to beat him he wouldn't make it easy.

As Bradley leads the Gammas swiftly around a sharp corner, he speaks into the walkie again, figuring he would end up throwing every cheat at Max, anything to get him off his tail. “Operation Hay Bale!”

The Gamma’s had gained such a distance on the Freshman that Bobby and Max hadn’t even seen the hay bale ahead moving just when the Gamma’s rode past.

“Team 99 cruising along” Chuck announced, wishing more excitement would befall the contestants as the Freshmen were too far behind to make for an exciting race.

The Freshman duo stayed with one another as they knew they were stronger as a team than solo, especially with Bradley’s little schemes to look out for.

Even together they couldn’t predict Brad’s next move, they raced right into the park as Bradley had intended, hoping they'd crash and burn on the staircase. It was more bad luck on Brad’s part that Max had improved his skills grinding the rails since the last competition.

“Woah!” The Freshman shouted as their eyes went wide, they found themselves suddenly soaring off the top of a long staircase. They had narrowly avoided face planting on the rocky steps, a fall like that would have seen them thrown down this steep hill and knocked out of the race for sure.

This cheat was a lot more involved then the Grandma one had been, Max swelled with pride as he thought about Bradley’s desperation, before long he would be throwing the kitchen sink at Max just to avoid his inevitable fate of losing to him.

“Holy moly! Chuck exclaimed “What is this? Looks like a little street-skating detour!” That's the excitement Chuck needed to get more eyes on the broadcast!

Bradley could smell Max's approach, making a b-line straight down the hill that he and the Gammas had taken the long way around, accidentally giving the freshman a short cut. Bradley grinds his teeth, pushing his legs with more power, propelling himself off the pavement, needing to make up the lost ground as Max was quickly approaching the lead. He left Slouch behind as he was only holding Bradley back, it was every man for themselves in this race. Only Tank was managing to keep up with the president's speed.

“Side by side, sole grinds all the way down the ledge!” Chuck announced in excitement.

Nearing the end of the steps Max could see Bradley come around the bend. He smirks and keeps his pace, knowing they were going to collide if one of them didn't yield to the other, and it wouldn't be Max.

He prepares himself for a crash, knowing how hard headed the Gamma leader was, equally as stubborn as himself, he didn’t imagine Brad was going to bail either.

Truthfully he didn’t mind if their race ended here with neither of them winning, it would be poetic that way, neither really deserved the trophy after they’d let the tunnel vision of winning a race take over the semester and stress out their loved ones.

He imagined the second they’d both collide fists would be flying from them both. It would be so cathartic to get out all this pent up tension, he imagined Brad would feel the same way. Max didn’t really care who would win the fight, as long as he got a few good licks in for PJ’s sake!

Bradley raced to cross their collision point first, he couldn't let Max gain the lead, but he couldn't take a head on hit from him either. He tried his best to pick up enough speed to pass, but as they both approached the end of the steps a decision needed to be made quickly.

Bradley felt his body react in a panic response as he turned his wheels horizontal, stopping hard just a moment before Max jumped out in front of him. He realized the freshman had no intention of avoiding crashing into him.

Tank was playing follow the leader as he always did with Bradley, stopping as Bradley did though he had no need to, Tank could run over these Freshman like a truck. Bradley wished he had thought of that sooner.

“And Team 99 has gained the lead!” Chuck announced, feeling like a personal jab at Bradley.

Bradley felt his blood boil as he took off again, this time chasing after Max. Slouch had fallen behind quite significantly, he was far out of Bradley's radar of concern. He hadn't even noticed when his team mate crashed into Elder Goof, getting his legs and arms tied up as a result.

He could smell the odor of the Freshman, resenting having to race behind him where he could smell it stronger than ever, it was starting to make his head spin and his instincts kick up a notch, remembering that domineering growl, causing conflict within Bradley.

“The Whip Tank!” Bradley ordered, his mind was always the strongest part of him, refusing to yield.

Tank grabbed his teammate by the arms, lifting him off his feet, spinning around before tossing him at the freshman who were just a foot ahead of them.

Bradley flies between the Freshmen, passing them both with a laugh. He lands ahead, letting his wheels roll with the momentum of Tank’s toss. Once again he had regained the lead and was breathing in the fresh winner's air.

Max was surprised by the aerial skillset, it was clever to use his tricks in a race, even if they weren’t being judged for style or difficulty.

Tank shoves between the shocked freshmen, His massive arms swinging back to knock them in their chests. “Seven-ten split, gutter boys!”

Bobby and Max fall onto their backs as the blimp flies overhead, following the contestants through the raceway. Chuck stares down at the team while he relishes in the chaos, it made for great TV! “The Gammas blow right past the Freshmen!”

Max and Bobby are quick to their feet, not wanting to fall behind again like they had during the beginning stretch.

“The racers are approaching the start of the bicycle leg. Gammas still holding its lead.” Max could hear Chuck announce, the bike race was PJs speciality so he and Bobby were already at a disadvantage and starting from behind. But with any luck maybe Bradley would be a little worse at this than he was at rollerblading.

Max didn't let his determination falter, they were still fierce competitors in any event! Bobby always killed it at cycling and whatever they lacked Max would make up for it at the final push when he was reunited with his skateboard again. They just needed to keep pace with Bradley, Max couldn't let him pull ahead and out of his grip.

As Bradley approached the bikes first he swiftly pulled off his rollerblades, tossing them to the side of the track and hurriedly jumping onto one of the Gammas red designated bikes. With the roller blading leg of the triathlon at its end, he needed to keep whatever lead he had managed to uphold.

Bradley pulled ahead of Tank, leaving his second in command behind as he was determined to keep his lead. The Freshmen were hot on Tank’s tail, he couldn't let himself be dragged down waiting for him.

Max and Bobby quickly made the change from skates to bikes right behind Tank, they paddled forward with as much strength as they could muster. They manage to fly by Tank as the rhythm section begins, leaping and bounding over the bumps and hills with style and ease. It was clear every contestant was a powerful challenger, that was every contestant but Goofy who maintained his spot in last place.

“And both teams are blasting through the rhythm section with an whole lot of style” Chuck says over the speakers

Bradley was frustrated with their closeness, he couldn't seem to gain enough of a distance from them, feeling anxiously as Max was metaphorically breathing down his neck.

“The freshmen are right on team Gammas' tail!” Chuck announced, a reminder Bradley didn’t need to hear.

Max felt pride as Bobby pulled ahead of him and Tank, he was gaining a lot of speed down the dirt path and came toe to toe with Bradley. Both of them peddled in lock step, neither giving up the ground they’d gained to the other.

Bradley felt bitterness boiling over, not only was a beta challenging his lead but it was one of the very losers that Max had pitched to be his and Tanks replacement the day they met.

It was clear Bradley had underestimated him and the big guy, that was obvious enough from their performance in the semi-finals. But he was still determined to prove they were not worthy enough to be on a team alongside himself.

He and Bobby both flew side by side over a hill in the dirt road, but only Bradley landed with both wheels still intact. Bobby’s front wheel flew off mid air, Finally the Gamma’s had done something right!

The missing wheel caused the Freshman to gasp in alarm as he watched his wheel bounce away. In his distracted state Bobby missed a crucial turn on the tack, leading him to fly off the side of the mountain.

“Oh, look out! Bobby seems to have sailed off the course!” Chuck said in surprise

Bobby leaned backwards, bouncing down the side of the cliff on his back wheel. It was an impressive move that kept him from any grievous injuries, though he couldn’t avoid falling into the pond below.

“What a bummer for Bobby” Chuck said as Bobby was covered in mud, had lost a bike and was certainly out of this race.

Max felt a panic spike inside of him as Bobby disappeared over the mountain's edge. It pushed him to pedal harder, needing to check on his friend. He passed by Tank, flying over the dirt ramp and landing on the other side of the pond. He stopped without hesitation, letting Tank fly by him again and Brad to gain more ground.

He could see Bobby in the pond, in a thick layer of mud covered him from head to toe.

“Bobby, you alright?” He asked in concern

Bobby took his glasses off to reveal his eyes, he waved a thumb up at his team lead “Keep going Max!!” He urged with his signature happy smile and optimism. He ensured Max that he was okay, and right now he needed to win the game for the three of them.

Max nodded, he reluctantly turned towards the track and pushed on. He didn’t want to leave his friend in the mud, or PJ in another state for that matter, but he knew the best medicine would be Bradley Uppercrust the thirds defeat, drank right out of the golden first place trophy itself! Brad’s humbling would be worth all of this.

“It is really heating up now, folks, as both teams are approaching the quarter pipe to start the final leg of the event.” Chuck observed as Bradley and Tank rode to the top of the massive ramp.

Bradley leaping mid air off his bike and dashing onto a red skateboard, he glided down the ramp with his knees bent to pick up all the speed he possibly could.

He knew this was Max’s best event, the Freshman said as much when they first met. Bradley was ahead but he hadn’t gained a significant enough lead to feel at ease. Truthfully Max’s closeness was making Bradley nervous.

“Right away, Team Gammas start working the curse with Team 99 nipping at their heels!” Chuck watched closely

Max rode down the massive ramp, flying off the edge and into the zipper with the Gamma’s right ahead of him, already working the course. He could hear the crowd going wild now, the course had been pretty isolated during most of the event, but they had made their way back onto campus ground and were quickly approaching the finishing line. Max could see the motion blur of silhouettes, all shapes, sizes and colours, screaming loudly though none of their words were clear.

Ken jumps in excitedly as they are back in his territory and finally he could have a time to shine “They're moving off the ramp, and-”

Chuck suddenly speaks up louder than Ken, drowning out his words “And onto the Zipper!”

Both teams rocked back and forth from side to side on the zipper, Bradley was one ramp away from victory. He could see the finishing line just ahead, the path was clear and wide open, it was his for the taking.

Max was slowly gaining on Bradley, it would be a tight race but if he could gain a bit of speed on the final stretch he could claim victory, with Bradley right at his side to witness it. Everything seemed to be coming together until he noticed a dark figure flying passed him.

“Woah! Hey!?” He just missed the collision, thinking it was another one of Bradley's tricks. But he came to soon realize it was his own father! Finally the Goofs clumsiness paid off in Max’s favor for once as he saw Goofy slide right into Brad's board like a bowling ball.

Max flinched, as Brad was knocked off, he should have been happy the president was getting a taste of his own medicine, but a nagging concern began tormenting Max.

Bradley felt his heart skip a beat when his momentum was suddenly thrown off its course, he lost all control as his board was hit by a blunt object, but his body kept up its speed. He hadn't known what hit him but the panic made his entire body freeze up.

In sheer terror he wondered if it was Max.

A million scenarios ran through his mind as he crashed very ungracefully, his chin hit the solid pavement first, taking the brunt of the impact. His face scraping along the asphalt, his back bent forward, the momentum forced his spine to curve into a ‘C’ shape as his legs passed over his head, nearly flipping him over onto his back.

The crowd all gasped loudly, it was a nasty looking fall, one Bradley could have corrected to save himself some pain if it weren't for his body's instinctive reaction to freeze at the perceived danger of being tackled while chased.

Max pushed down the feeling of concern and guilt, it was what Brad deserved after everything he had done to PJ and Bobby, not to mention the other teams in the infirmary. He couldn't help but feel like he was betraying them with his feelings of sympathy.

Max had to close his eyes as he skated by and refused to look back, even when everything inside of him told him to stop and check on Brad. He pushed those instincts down, Brad was fine, he was an Alpha, just as sturdy as the rest of them. One little fall wouldn't keep him down long so Max needed to take the chance and get ahead before Brad caught up.

Bradley gasped when his body finally relaxed again. He shook his head as he struggled to get a hold of himself and the situation. All he felt was pain and confusion.

He tried adjusting his jaw, feeling a searing pain in his bone and cement burn on his chin from the impact on the rough surface. He already knew it was going to be swollen soon, and he'd be nursing a nasty bruise well into the next semester.

He hoped it wasn't anything worse than a flesh wound, but with the adrenaline pumping it was hard to tell if anything was broken. Broken or not that wasn't his concern right now. He barely felt the pain as he watched Tank and Max pulling ahead of him, his road to victory was now the road to his shameful defeat.

“Tank, take him out!” Bradley shouts desperately. He didn't need to cross the finish line first.. he just needed to cross before Max.

Bradley's mind was racing, and his heart was pumping faster than it ever had. His skateboard was too far to reach in time to catch up, even if he did have it with him the finish line was just too close to work up the speed he needed to win.

He thought about his father in the crowd, vindicated by his beliefs that an Omega didn’t belong here. He thought about his past idol and new fiancé he hadn't even met yet. What a first impression this would be, losing so sorely the very day they met, he'd never be taken seriously.

Not that he ever would have been their equal even if he had won, this is the outcome they had expected from him. His past victories would fall on deaf ears, just like his fans had abandoned him after winning for three years, the only thing anyone cared about was what he could do for them now.

The worst part, he'd never get the chance to prove them wrong again. He would be married soon, and expected to fulfill his Omega duties. This time next year he'd have a pup with another on the way. He should be graduating with Tank and the rest of his peers, taking over the family business for his father.

But he couldn't have any of it because he presented as the most weak and pathetic class. He hated himself for it, hated his biology and hated Max!

He worked hard for this, and some Freshie was just going to walk in on his first year and get everything Bradley had ever wanted! He wouldn't just be another Omega living in the shadows of their great Alpha.

“I will not be ignored!” he growled before taking out his very last hail Mary.

He aimed the remote ahead of himself with his thumb over the red button. “Nobody finishes this race but me!” he angrily whispers through his teeth, his heart filled with resentment towards Alphas, bitter envy clouded his judgment as he lifted his thumb.

Before his thumb could hit the button he noticed an object hurtling towards him, too quickly for him to react in time. He felt another hard impact to the side of his face, the object managed to hit right under his eye and above his lip.

In a dazed state Bradley lost momentary consciousness, falling forward and landing right on the button Goofy had intended to knock from Bradley’s hand.

Max was feeling the rush of competition, he was closing the gap on Tank, the crowd was going wild as he was gaining on the giant Alpha. It wasn't the Alpha he was expecting to be racing against during the final leg, a win was still a win but it did feel a little bitter knowing he would win on a technicality, Brad had been knocked out through no fault of his own, who would have won if Goofy hadn’t ran into him was anyone’s guess.

Max felt a sudden bump in his skateboard, as he flew forward he worried that his father had bumped into him after running over Bradley, but this assumption was quickly corrected. His skateboard was still at his feet, letting off the same sound that Max had heard from PJ.

With no control on his board he flies towards Tank, seeing the big guy turn around with a surprised expression just before he crashes directly into Tank's back, hearing the big guy screaming with him as they fly forward together. They slowly veered off track, blasting directly into the giant X that was supposed to mark the end of their journey.

The fire from the rocket was lighting the fabric ablaze, eating the red combustible material quickly and spreading throughout the X at an alarming pace. The sculpting groaned under the pressure of their impact and tilted forward, one faulty safety line snapped, causing a domino effect as the other supports could not withstand the weight of the X's lean.

“Oh, say it ain't so!” Chuck said without losing his stage persona or radio voice, knowing this was going to be some great TV.

Bradley had slowly regained consciousness, groaning in pain as he lifted his head up from the remote. He tried to open his eyes, finding one to be swollen nearly shut. He could only see out a small sliver, and even then his vision was blurry and dark. He could feel the nasty black shiner immediately forming, swelling up from the damage caused by the horseshoe's impact. The pain ran down his cheek and jaw into his mouth. He rubbed his chin while feeling something had been knocked out of place.

He spit out a tooth, tasting the strong copper flavored blood in his mouth. But the severity of his injuries barely registered to him when he looked up at the track. From his one working eye he could see the black smoke, and blurred red X below it.

He grinned at the wreckage, believing the road block would have stopped the others from passing the finishing line, with any luck he could still catch up and salvage a win for himself.

“It's looking bad and it's not gonna get prettier, folks” Chuck said from the safety of his blimp, the audience was staring in disbelief and worry, hoping the racers would somehow make it out of this unscathed.

Max had been thrown from his board onto the dirt floor, At some point he had lost Tank in the chaos. The dust on the ground is pushed up into the air, covering the crowd in sand and pebbles, the black smoke plumes from the raging fire, consuming the red fabric and polluting the air with the dirty scent of melting plastic..

Max coughed up the inhaled smoke and dirt from his lungs, he had managed to come out of the collision without minimal damage, landing right outside the scaffolding on the other side of the giant X. He saw a direct shot towards the finish line, the white ribbon still in pristine condition, meaning no one had crossed it yet. He ripped the rocket off his board and tossed it to the side in anger/ He would deal with Bradley later, for now he was preparing himself to finally claim victory.

With his board at his feet Max motioned to move forward, soon he would put Bradley in his place and stop this nonsensical behavior. Surely once he had officially lost he would stop fighting so hard. Max couldn’t imagine what all this was for.

“HEEELLLPPP!!! BRADLEY!!” Tank’s voice came out from the wreckage, sounding desperate and terrified

Max stopped himself from taking off, hearing the faint cry of Tank from inside the X’s structure. Brad was nowhere to be seen, If Max could barely hear the trapped Alpha there was no chance of Bradley hearing the cries.

Max looked at the finish line with a deep desire to go for it, Tank didn’t deserve his help, he was instrumental and equally culpable in Brad’s little schemes, without this big lug acting as Brad’s muscle the president wouldn't get away with half the shit he has been doing.

He hears faint coughing “Gammas, help me! Anyone!”

Max shook his head, knowing the choice that had to be made even if it was a trick to buy Brad more time. He couldn't let this competition change him, he couldn't lose himself to this unexplainable obsession with beating Brad. He promised himself he would stay true to who he was before college, who his father raised him to be and who his friends trusted and admired.

Max turned towards the fire and wreckage, finding a hole in the fabric of the giant X. He steps inside, feeling his lungs burn as the air quality drops from within the furnace. It was hot as the heat stays confined within the thick fabric. The metal structure continued to groan and lean, it was flimsy, breaking under the weight of itself. A failure of the support's integrity, a disaster waiting to happen.

“911, baby!” Max followed the voice though it was hard to track. He was completely nose blind in here, the smoke killing any sense of smell he had. He pushed forward into the dangerous inferno, finding it hard to keep his eyes open as the polluted smoke was making them sting and water. “Tank, speak to me, man!” He called out to the Gamma, the only way he would find him was if he could follow his voice. He hoped the big guy was still conscious as he felt the air quality making his head buzz due to low oxygen.

“Over here, man!” Tank responded with a raspy cough. Max felt relief as he skated over, wanting to get out of this mess sooner than later; Every time he heard the metal groan and the supports break he knew it could bring the whole thing down on them.

“Dog Boy, am I glad to see you, sweetheart!” Tank said in relief, fearing he might have been left here to die, knowing he didn't deserve Max’s aid after his role in making the Freshman's first semester at College a nightmare.

Max wasted no time in grabbing the metal frame that was laying over Tank, the scaffolding trapping the bigger Alpha under the weight of the wreckage. He felt it budging, but even with their combined strength, they couldn't lift it enough to free the Gamma from its grasps. Max continued to lift, putting all of his strength and back into it.

“Max, where are you?” Goofy called out to his son, worried sick after he saw the accident from afar

“Where are you, Max?” Max heard his dad faintly calling from behind them.

“Maxie!!” Goofy says in relief as he spots his son still trying to lift the heavy structure off of his trapped competition.

“Dad, help me lift this beam off of Tank!” Max asked with haste, thankful someone had found him and hoping Goofy would have enough power to aid in their efforts. All three of them lifted with all their might. If only Bradley were here, between three Alpha’s this would be easy!

“C'mon! We're about to be Baked Alaska here!” Tank rushed them as the supportive structures above were starting to lose their hold. The three looked up as the metal and fabric began to descend upon them.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like it's all over” Chuck said as the crowd could barely watch, everyone watching in horror while the structure finally failed and consumed the three X-games attendees.

Bradley was skating slowly towards the finish line, grinning confidently while he approached the unbroken ribbon. He couldn't smell anything but the burning flames, no Max, no Tank or Goofy. The danger was making his protective instincts work in overdrive, screaming at him to put distance between himself and the fire.

It was hard to spot Tank in the crowd without his sense of smell or complete vision, even if he was a big guy all of the bodies in the audience were blurring together, silhouettes in the black smog and blurred out by the damage to his eye. Hopefully Tank had taken Max out as Bradley previously ordered.

“Wait a moment. I can't believe my eyes, folks!” Chuck suddenly announced with an upbeat tone

Out of the black smoke the three slowly come riding out of the wreckage, all riding on the back of Max’s skateboard. Tank’s jaw tightened into a scowl, seeing Bradley ahead of the damaged structure, riding right for the finish line, leaving him to die.

“They are alive!” Chuck sang with joy

Bradley's ears perked up, who was alive? And why wouldn’t they be?

He turned his head to see what the crowd was cheering so adamantly for. He saw Max approaching, covered in black soot with a determined look across his face. He could see Tank grinning with anger behind him, Even Goofy looked cross. It was all striking fear right into Bradley, He immediately listened to his instincts this time and started to kick his feet as hard as he could to get away from the trio that was encroaching onto him.

“Go for it, son” Goofy says as he leaps off the back of the board with Tank. Tank kicks off with a powerful shove, sending Max flying at Bradley at a quick speed not obtained by any rocket.

“That's some boy you've got there” Tank compliments Goofy. Appreciating the kindness and sacrifice Max has made for a complete stranger, even worse, a complete bully.

Something Bradley wouldn't even do for a good friend.

Goofy sighs with bitter sweet joy, seeing his many years of work paying off, Max had not won yet but Goofy didn't care about a silly competition, no matter the outcome he couldn't be prouder “You're wrong, Tank. He's not a boy anymore” He knew now he needn't worry about Maxie any longer, he was going to be alright.

Chuck begins to speak with the speed of an auctioneer “Oh, Team 99 is still in this race! Max Goof is making up the distance” Chuck and the crowd are filled with excitement, the winner would be chosen by a hair! “He is taking the lead! Bradley's battling back as they come to the finish line!”

Bradley stared ahead, refusing to even glance at Max as he raced defiantly. He could feel the strong tension between them, they were on an equal playing field now, no more tricks or cheats, just both of them, an open road and their wheels.

Just as Bradley pulled ahead, Max suddenly gained more ground, they traded the lead back and forth while the finishing line came closer and closer. It would be anyone's race, They were neck and neck, both fighting tooth and nail for the victory.

By the skin of his teeth Max passed the finishing line, feeling the rush as that white ribbon pulled tight against his body, ripping apart as he passed through. It was final, he had won.

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It was final.

Bradley had lost.

He knew it even before Chuck checked the replay and made the announcement to the audience. “Team 99 Wins!”

Everyone erupted with cheers and jubilation. Confetti blasted out of canons, streamers were tossed over head, unraveling in every colour of the rainbow.

It was cruelly ironic that Bradley had the best seat in the house when witnessing his own defeat. He was only a hair behind Max and could see so clearly as Max pulled ahead at the final millisecond, ripping through the finishing ribbon as he passed Bradley, leaving him in the freshman's dust.

Bradley had been so close, so confident he swore he could feel the ribbon as if he’d passed it first. But he knew this wasn’t the case. He hadn’t planned for this outcome, he hadn’t even humored it outside of his nightmares.

Now he was living it, unsure what his next step should be. He pulled onto the side lines, jumping off his board as it hit the grass line, stopping the wheels abruptly. He knelt forward, putting his hands on his shaky knees as he tried to catch his breath.

His lungs burned every time he took a deep breath in, feeling waves of nausea every time he breathed back out. His entire body was aching, He’d sit down but he wasn't confident he would be able to stand again.

He went over that moment again and again with photographic accuracy, cruelly punishing himself by replaying his loss on a loop.

He was driving himself mad over what he could have done differently, could he have worked out more, practiced harder, pushed himself just a little bit extra.

He was panting heavily from exhaustion, he’d worked his body to its limits already but still wasn’t satisfied with the result. He kept meticulously examining his faults. He was not fast enough, didn't have enough leg strength, his balance was poor, he was sloppy on the sharp turns, didn't bend his knees low enough, not aerodynamic enough, not good enough.

He turned his head to witness as Max approached the podium a winner. Max wasn’t the strongest Alpha, not the biggest or the brightest, not the richest or the most charismatic. He wasn’t even the most attractive.. Bradley sighed loudly to himself, unable to believe his own lies.

Bradley hated that feeling inferior just enchanted him more to the Alpha. He should hate Max for standing between him and the trophy. But he couldn’t deny that a part of him really wanted Max and was glad he had won.

He would never be able to make something of himself if he relished in his own losses this way and secretly yearned for someone to put him in his ‘place’

Three years of wins under his belt just to be dethroned at the most pivotal moment.

And by a complete nobody.

He supposed Max wasn’t a nobody anymore. He was an X-Games champion and the one to overthrow Bradley Uppercrust the third. That had to mean something.

It sucked that he needed to be the first stepping stone for Max's inevitable rise though.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in despair, wincing at the pain that emitted from his injury. The searing pain that concentrated under his eye kept spreading further across his face, making his snout, cheek and jaw feel tender.

The crowd was still going completely wild, with cheers and applause. Everyone was energized and filled with joy, a stark contrast to how he felt in the moment. He brushed off the confetti as he stood up straight again. He wasn't feeling festive enough to let it decorate him as it did everyone and everything else.

He watched as Max accepted the trophy from the Dean, shiny gold glistened almost as brightly as Max's eyes, full of happiness and spirit. It filled Bradley with shame, He hadn't acted very sportsman like, the ends would have justified the means but.. He had failed at the end anyway.

Now he didn’t even have his dignity to fall back on. He was a cheater and a loser, and Max knew it. He really didn’t have any redeeming qualities, he was a disgraced Alpha and the words worst Omega.

Max was smiling ear to ear, grinning at the cameras as the lights flashed all around him. Bradley stood behind the crowd of his most dedicated fans watching with an unreadable expression. He noticed Cassandra among them, along with the mystery woman whose scent Max wore during the preliminary rounds.

Max was popular, Bradley couldn’t deny that.

His emotions were mixed, but he was past being angry. He felt more calm now than he had in this entire semester since meeting Max. His mind was unburdened by the pressure to win at any cost. If a silver line did exist it was the peace that came with the finality of his failure.

He knew that repercussions were coming, but they were of his own making. He had ignored the writing on the walls and made his inevitable failure even worse for himself. The least he could do now was stop digging before he hit bedrock.

He waited for the winning Ceremony to end. This year's trophy Omega approached Max, caressing his face gently and pressing her bright red lips against his cheek, giving him the winner's kiss. Bradley knew it was meaningless affection, an old tradition passed down from an age where Omegas were prizes of war; now they just awarded kisses to Alphas at the end of big competitions.

Bradley had received the winner's kiss of his own upon his three previous victories; he didn’t see the mass appeal of them. But Max certainly seemed to like it judging by the way he melted against her touch.

He expected that reaction, Alphas always seemed to melt in the presence of Omegas, He had seen his Gamma brothers fall under an Omegas spell the few times one had been around.

What really caused him to freeze and his fury to bristle was the noise Max made after being kissed.

“Ah-hyuck! hu-hu-hu-HUW!” He could see the pink blush painting Max’s face from under all the fires soot and powder.

Bradley was surprised by the sudden upswell of emotion, something like dread, or dare he admit to a little jealousy. He shook his head, he had no reason to feel disappointed that it wasn’t him to bring that genuine laughter out of Max. He never had an urge to make Max happy, or make any Alpha happy for that matter.

In fact Bradley's every action since meeting Max was expressly for the purpose of making him very unhappy.

He choked down his annoyance. He was going to have to get used to this feeling. Max had proven himself worthy, he beat Bradley on Bradley's own terms. There was no denying now that Max was good enough and would be an even worse pain in his side moving forward; as Max’s new towel boy it wasn’t like Bradley could avoid him either.

That is, if he would be at State long enough to uphold his side of the bet.

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He almost couldn't believe it.

He didn’t know what came over him on that last push of the race, he just felt that fire in his eyes, like he couldn’t lose, he needed to win. His heart was pounding like it would burst right out of his chest.

Max felt completely blissful.

He had won, everything he had gone through, all his trials were finally paying off. He wasn’t sure what this meant moving forward, he hadn’t prepared to win. He would have to take this one step at a time.

He waved at the crowd as people gathered around him, remembering this feeling when he had danced with Powerline all those years ago, that was the moment he knew he wanted to be just like his hero, getting cheered on and celebrated by thousands. This time the cheering was for him, he’d finally lived up to expectations, no one could deny he deserved to be there. Beta father or not, he was an exceptional Alpha.

The crowd cheered for him, praising him and loving him. He waved at his pack, Bobby and PJ who had made it back unscathed to witness his victory. PJ was pumping his fist with Vicki on his arm who whistled loudly in applause. Bobby had stopped wiping the now dried mud off himself, instead performing his signature victory dance, shaking his hips and shooting his finger guns.

There was a big group of his peers right in front of the stage, a few of their previous competitors were among them, cheering him on. He noticed the Alpha’s that were dead set on dethroning Bradley had a change in tune about Max, patting him on his shoulder like they were friends, cheering in his ear as he walked by.

He waved shyly at Cassandra as she clapped for him, standing next to Roxanne who was grinning and cheering as she bounced up and down. The audience tossed roses and daisies onto his pathway, filling the air with the flowery aroma. It felt like he was overflowing with joy.

He couldn’t imagine this day getting any better. He felt like a King, he could see himself becoming addicted to the Euphoria and suddenly understood Bradley a little better.

It was like he was on top of the world as he climbed the platform. The golden trophy was glistening in the sunlight, looking ethereal as it reflected the light onto its surroundings. He took it in his hands, still unable to believe what it represented and it was his. He smiles wide and shakes the hand of State College's Dean, looking towards the cameras that were flashing non-stop.

He was on cloud nine, finding it hard to imagine how this victory could get any sweeter. While he smiles at the cameras and looks at all the faces of those praising him, a beautiful young woman approaches from the side of the stage. He immediately notices her scent, it was pleasant and unlike anything he had ever smelled before. He immediately knew with his Alpha intuition that she was an Omega.

He felt himself mellow out in her presence, a rumored effect that Omegas had on Alphas. He thought it was just an exaggeration that their presence was naturally soothing and reduced aggression, but he could swear it felt heavenly. His heart evened out, the competition induced adrenaline stopped pumping, his head felt less cloudy.

Max felt his heart skip a beat as she pressed her lips up against his cheek, her delicate hand running gently over the side of his face then down his chin, brushing against his chest before pulling back. He felt completely smitten.

He was so relaxed, that he didn't even feel the laughter come out. “Ah-hyuck! hu-hu-hu-HUW!” Max suddenly covered his mouth with his hand.

He would have felt more embarrassed if this wasn't the best day of his life, despite hating his laugh it wasn’t enough to get him down. He was living up to every expectation put upon him. He never felt more proud, more accomplished.

In this moment he felt he was really coming into his own, he had done something great and everyone was taking notice.

He could see his dad running up to him from the crowd, a big grin on his muzzle. Goofy opened his arms wide and cheered “Congratulations son!”

Max leaned back slightly, feeling conflicted about the affection he would receive on stage in front of thousands. He wanted to be respected and stand on his own two feet.

“Ahm”

Max smirked, just the person he wanted to see, and the perfect excuse to avoid his fathers public coddling attempt. He turned to see Bradley standing there, his arms folded, closed off, looking stiff.

Bradley was frowning stubbornly at the first Alpha who was able to dethrone him in the three years he had participated in these games.

Oh, Max had been waiting for this. Was Bradley going to throw a fit, stomp his feet and cry about some perceived injustice. Maybe he would try to take the trophy by force, or fight Max for it.. or.. or..

“Congratulations, Max” Bradley unfolded his arms, making his posture less defensive and held out his hand, an offer of respect to the freshman.

Max grinned as he shook the other Alpha’s hand, looking smug as he finally earned that shake he was rejected the day they had met. He knew Bradley must have been reeling inside, finally needing to treat Max like an equal.

“I haven't forgotten our agreement” Bradley said with an understandable let's get this over with attitude. Though he was straight forward he was oddly calm about the deal not going his way, Especially after everything Max promised to put him through if he won.

Max was surprised by how gracefully Bradley was taking the loss, he certainly wasn't a sore loser, though Max was pretty confident he would have been a sore winner.

Max was relishing in Bradley's humility. But it would have been much easier to take advantage of Bradley's water boy status if he kept up that elitist attitude of his. It felt in bad taste to kick the man while he was down, especially when he was showing the first sign of growth Max had seen from him.

They both had a lot of shame to face, they were the worst for one another, hard headed, prideful and competitive till the end. They both wanted to beat the other so badly that it clouded what was really important and changed them for the worst. They drove one another crazy, and let their competition turn them into hyper focused, selfish douchebags.

Max suspected the emotional and social repercussions of today's events were making Bradley see the error of his ways. Not to mention the painful looking wounds still in the beginning stages of festering. He had never seen an Alpha get this injured from a fall before.

He thought he would feel better after winning, he’d fantasized many nights about rubbing it in Bradley's face, But now that it was a reality it seemed a lot less sweet. He didn't revel in Bradley's bruised ego, even less so in his bruised face. Truthfully he felt pretty bad for the Ex-King.

“The bet's off, Bradley” Max made sure to use the others preferred name, he hoped Bradley would take note and recognize his earnest attempt to bury the hatchet. He knew had Bradley won he'd probably be fetching towels until the day he graduated, but Max wanted to smooth the blow Bradley had taken today.

It stung a little to let Bradley out of the bet, he wanted an excuse to keep the other man in his life and worried he wouldn’t see him much after this. With the Ex-Games at a close and the deal off they no longer had an excuse to be in each other's lives or at each other's throats.

Max felt a pit in his stomach, recognizing his attraction to Bradley hadn’t left after they’d won. He still wanted an excuse to be near the other, but knew it was for the best to cancel the bet. He hoped this act of mercy would pave the way for a more positive relationship moving forward. As much as he wanted to force Bradley to be around him, such a commitment would only make the brunette harbor more hatred and bitterness.

Bradley looked confused by the act of mercy, like he was waiting for the catch to Max’s kindness. Max felt sympathetic to Bradley's world view, always expecting decency to come with strings attached.

Max notices Tank’s big form in the corner of his eye as he walks up the platform. “But I think you owe him something” He says as he points to the former king's right hand man. Figuring he was here for an apology. As much as Max felt for Bradley, he still had a lot of apologizing to do.

Bradley looks curiously towards his..friend? But he became nervous when he recognized that aggressive deadpan stare. A look he had seen Tank give to many people before the big man used them as punching bags.

Bradley knew Tank better than Max did, where the Freshman expected one act of kindness to reform the big guy in less than 10 minutes; Bradley was familiar with Tank's tendency for violence, something Bradley alone was able to moderate in the big man.

“Braaaad” Tank says in a low, sing-songy tone. He never called Bradley Brad, his violent intentions were immediately clear to the former ex-games champion. The smoke still coming off of Tank's charred and burned skin suit made his former friend look especially intimidating.

Bradley felt the urge to flee, his leg muscles twitched in reflex, but he hoped this situation was somehow still salvageable, they were friends after all.

He could tell now that the rocket had unfortunately affected more than its intended target. The Red X falling was an adverse result he never expected. But realizing he had raced right passed the giant X with Tank still inside he at least understood where this aggression was coming from.

“Hey, It's me” Tank stomped forward, punching his hand into his palm, the motion was enough to make the air around them vibrate “The guy you let down”

Bradley looked terrified, before trying to force a smile. It was unconvincing. His eyes revealed his lack of confidence and uncertainty. He could no longer uphold his charming act, though he tried in vain through muscle memory alone.

Max didn’t expect Tank to take such an immediately hostile approach, he wouldn't have invited the interaction if he thought Tank was this eager to inflict some more damage on Bradley. Max figured Tank had a lot more personal reasons to be angry at Bradley.

After all, Max hadn’t been betrayed by his best friend.

“Hey Tank baby!” Bradley's usual charisma was missing from his tone as he nervously struggled through his words “Who loves you baby! huh?” he couldn't even sound convincing to himself, he sounded desperate, a tone not fitting of him.

“You’re going down like a four cent pair of socks” Tank threatened as he pointed at Bradley, making a B-line to the Gamma’s soon to be EX-president.

“Woah Tank, relax man” Max frowned, putting out his arm to stop the approach, but Tank simply stomped past him like it was nothing, going right towards Bradley.

Bradley backed away from the approaching Alpha, putting his hands out in front of him as if they’d help protect him at all from the onslaught. “You and me, baby, all the way!” He stopped moving backwards as he felt his heel hang off the edge of the stage.

His silver tongue has always been his strongest asset and his only defense. It's how he got through pretending to be an Alpha all these years, despite never having to back up his words with physical force, he was that convincing.

But now he was in shambles and so was his ability to talk himself out of any situation. He had to admit that his words had no power over Tank any longer.

Feeling cornered and seeing his life flashing before his eyes, Bradley finally listened to his Omega instincts for once. He quickly turned on his heel in an attempt to flee the situation, not a very Alpha thing to do, but he would rather be a cowardly Alpha than a dead Omega.

Bradley felt the back collar of his jump suit grabbed. His stubbornness and hesitation when he should have been running was his downfall.

“Oh! A vacancy at the Gamma house!” Tank lifted Bradley up in front of him. “Taking applications”

Bradley swallowed hard, knowing the meaning of Tanks threat; That Bradley wouldn’t be coming back. He didn’t think Tank had real murderous intentions, Alphas fought all the time, but Bradley was no Alpha.

He considered telling the other man in a desperate bid to save his skin, but he would rather take his chances with the full force of Tank's anger then being revealed as a shameful Omega. It was literally the last thing he still had going for himself now. He wanted to live as an Alpha; he wasn't going to fall back on it when things got tough.

“Woah, woah Tank! Be a better man!” Max argued at his side. He put his hands on Tank's biceps trying to lower his hold on Bradley so he might drop him. But despite being an Alpha there wasn't much Max could do, Tank was a much stronger Alpha then he was.

Goofy followed his son's lead and grabbed Tank's arm, leaning back with all of his weight but the bigger man wasn't even budging at their efforts.

Unable to run, unable to fight, and now Max was trying to fight his battles, how degrading.

Bradley felt his self-destructive pride beginning to resurface. He was sick of always being the one herding Alpha like dumb sheep. Tank being the worst of them, always turning to violence like the idiot didn’t know any other forms of communication.

“Alright, that's it!” He snarled, finally his anger was bubbling over. Whatever good will had been between them Bradley was following Tank’s lead and tossing it to the wayside. He hated Alpha’s, every last one of them, stupid, lazy, entitled brutes.

"Let go of me, you big fat jerk!” He didn't care if his words would result in a worse assault, he didn't care if he was Omega, he wasn't going to cower, or beg, or plead.

Max winced at Bradley’s hostility, recognizing the situation was only becoming more dangerous. He dug his claws into Tank's arm, still trying to bring Bradley’s feet back to the ground. “Come on Tank! It's not worth it!” he argued

Tank just laughed at his former friend's hostility. Bradley was weak, but Tank was always the strongest, no matter what Alpha he faced up against. He figured that was why Bradley found him so useful all these years, just using him for extra muscle.

Well, now Bradley could see what it felt like to be on the receiving end of the very muscle he had been hiding behind.

He felt the coldness of a shadow blocking out the sun, noticing the blimp slowly hovering over them. Chuck's big alarmed face on the Jumbo screen as he described the fight breaking out.

Tank smirked, this was the perfect opportunity to practice his shot putting arm with some target practice.

“Time to get on the last jet to nowhere!” Tank smirked deviously as he pulled his arm back, Max and Goofy being pulled with them.

The crowd gasps in shock and many people cover their eyes, not wanting to witness the throw.

Bradley just growled at Tank, baring his teeth though the missing canine greatly decreased the intimidation factor.

Max and Goofy scrambled to keep Tank from releasing his swing, but we're dragged along like they weight nothing

“Woah man! Hold it!” Max pleaded but he was drowned out by the crowd.

“That is quite enough!” A powerful voice rose over the noises of the crowd, it carried with it authority and command. Everyone stopped speaking and looked towards him, even Tank looked away from the target of his revenge.

“Oh shit” Bradley’s eyes went wide, he didn’t seem as afraid of Tank anymore, nor as angry. “On second thought Tank, throw me as far as you can” He requests with a little bit of dry humor.

Max and Goofy looked at the older man with wide, surprised eyes as they hung off Tank's arm. They both tilted their head in unison, trying to place where they had seen this man before, he looked vaguely familiar.

Was he faculty perhaps? No, Max would have noticed an Alpha bigger than Tank hanging out around campus.

“Put him down, now” the massive Alpha breathed out of his nostrils like a stampeding bull, his eyes intense and wide, his pupils the size of a pin tip, conveying the anger that was lurking just behind them.

All of the tension between Bradley and Tank was successfully deflated, Bradley didn't seem to register Tank as a risk any longer.

Tank did a double take between Bradley, whose expression was of exasperation, he seemed to be totally checked out of the situation. Then towards the mystery Alpha, who looked ready to pounce if Tank so much as flinched

“Who the fuck are you?!” He finally asked what everyone was thinking.

“Bradley Uppercrust the Second” He said with a deep regal cadence.

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Tank’s brows raised in surprise, his mouth forming a perfect circle, eyes wide in shock. He looked in astonishment at the small Alpha hanging in his hand and then back to the massive mountain of an Alpha threatening him, wondering how they could be the same blood line.

Tank smirked “Looks like you got lucky little tyke” he mocked as he gently put Bradley back onto his feet. “Daddy was able to bail you out of this one” For once he wasn't the biggest Alpha in the room so he capitulated to the demands of the elder.

Max and Goofy released Tank's arm once Bradley was freed. They couldn’t take their eyes off of Bradley the second. Max had heard those pedigree Alphas could get massive, long lines of selective breeding would do that, but this man was a sight to behold.

It went unspoken, but everyone was thinking the same thing, that Bradley the third didn’t exactly measure up to his predecessor. Bradley the second was what every Alpha strived to be. His coat was thick, his jaw was strong, his teeth were sharp, he had muscle on top of muscle, dark eyes and the aura of an undisputed leader.

The third Bradley was looking less impressive by the second. Even if they had similarities, Bradley was notably smaller, thinner and softer than the Uppercrust patriarch.

Max then noticed another Alpha had approached Uppercrust senior, he was tall but much slimmer with long athletic legs and arms. He was wearing big mirrored glasses that hid most of his face. clearly trying to keep a low profile, but he stood in Bradley’s defence anyway.

While his identity went unnoticed by the crowd, Max recognized his scent anywhere.

He had danced beside the Alpha under scorching hot stage lights. He was the man's biggest admirer, and he wore the music sensations special brand of cologne when he was in his freshman year of high school.

That was Powerline, no doubt about it.

Max kept his mouth shut despite wanting to have a little geek moment, Powerline was clearly not trying to be recognized. He couldn’t help but wonder why he was here, and why his position standing in Bradley’s defense was so envyable to the young Alpha.

The Uppercrust patriarch immediately stepped forward in front of Bradley. Lifting his tree trunk sized arm up to Brad's chest, pushing him behind his back and out of Tank's reach. He didn’t take his eyes off Bradley's former best friend and current assailant, he was alert and ready to react to any sudden movements from the other Alpha.

He let his guard down only when Bradley was a safe distance with himself between his son and the threat.
Tank laughed and hit Max hard on the shoulder “Oh what's wrong Brad? Daddy's little baby couldn't be alone?” He mocked Bradley with the same words he used to mock Max during Goofy's arrival.

Max frowned as the whole stadium laughed at Tank's mockery, even the other Gamma brothers who had arrived in time to see the commotion were laughing, despite Bradley being their supposed brother and respected president.

Max should have been reveling in this cosmic justice, there was never a clearer moment of karma. But he just felt terrible. He knew how humiliating it was when it had happened to him, so he wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemy.

Goofy put his hand on Max’s shoulder, squeezing apologetically as he came to see first hand the humiliation he had put Max through with his over-bearing nature. He could see it clearly now as a spectator from the outside just how damaging this dotting was to his son's dignity and self respect.

While everyone watched Bradley Senior, Max turned to look at the Bradley he was most familiar with. He could barely be seen behind his father, who kept him from getting back into the frey, like this whole ordeal wasn't concerning him.

Bradley never looked so small, he was taller than most and yet he looked miniscule, like Shorty could somehow look more intimidating than he did. Bradley usually carried himself with unyielding confidence, but at his fathers side he was completely overshadowed.

Bradley's father seemed ignorant to the way Bradley was closing himself off, trying to be smaller hoping he would disappear completely. He looked over his shoulder and down at his son. Those intensely territorial eyes softened, looking concerned, but to Bradley he looked patronizing.

Powerline helped to barricade Bradley Jr from any harm, forming a wall with the other Alphas shoulders, keeping his eye on Tank as Bradley senior's attention deviated from the threat and towards his son

“Brad! Where does it hurt!?” The father didn’t seem to care as the sound of laughter got louder, mockery and jeering could be heard from the crowd, Bradley Senior didn’t even flinch as his son was mercilessly ridiculed by the very peers that used to regard him like a King.

Even as Mr. Uppercrust knelt down; he was still taller than eye level with Bradley. He grabbed his son's jaw, moving him with ease as he turned Bradley's head to see the damaged side of his face.

He frowned harshly, squinting in anger at the damaged skin that was still darkening and puffing up. There was a gash where the horseshoe had struck his cheek bone hard enough to break the skin under his eye.

“Ugh dad!” Bradley groaned as he tried to turn his head away from his dad, but those fingers kept him in place.

Bradley senior squeezed the hollow of his son's cheeks to force Bradley’s mouth to open wide in order for the senior Uppercrust to inspect the damaged tooth.

“Knock it off!” Bradley sounded as demanding as he could while unable to close his mouth, he felt deep pain as he stretched his jaw to where it irritated the injury. He pushed on his fathers hands while fighting to be let go, but his father was able to puppet the weaker Uppercrust with ease.

The laughter only got louder, Bradley’s brows furrowed in shame, stress lines creased his forehead as his eyes darted around the festival grounds, horrified that the whole State was laughing at him and witnessing his father dotting on him like he was still an infant.

“Haha, Gonna have daddy kiss your boo boos better?” Tank continued his verbal attacks, this was honestly better revenge then he had in mind, inflicting pain was one thing but for Bradley the shame and humiliation was where it really hurt. This would stick with him forever.

He threw his head back, howling with laughter louder than anyone. The mob mentality had taken effect, those Bradley hadn't wronged, or had been friendly with in the past were relishing in his downfall. Some who cheered for him to win just minutes ago had changed their opinions to align with the group.

Tank was big, loud, intimidating and popular, with Bradley dethroned, It was natural his subjects yielded to his second hand, conforming to the new King's social dominance and followed his lead. It stung to be on the receiving end of such ridicule.

Mr.Uppercrust let go of his son's face, shaking his head and looking exhausted. “What am I going to do with you?”

Bradley looked sternly at his father while he adjusted his jaw to ease out the discomfort, feeling the spikes of pain as he moved it, trying to find a resting point where it hurt less.

Bradley senior stood up tall, towering over Bradley again while pinching the bridge of his snout. “You said you’d be on your best behavior”

“Aw baby Brad is going on a time out” Slouch said this time, following Tank's lead in turning against their dishonored president.

Bradley turned his attention to the smaller Gamma, Tank was one thing, but he was far from allowing someone as pathetic as Slouch to ridicule him. “Oh you finally arrived. I thought you’d still be racing to catch up” Bradley growled

Slouch was surprised Bradley bit back, mistakenly thinking he would be an easy punching bag “I got tangled up!” he whined

“You were always the 4th choice, remember that” He hissed again

“Mind your place Brad” Uppercrust Senior ordered “You’re acting belligerent in front of your fiancé!"

Bradley flinched, that was already more information then he wanted anyone to have. “Stop talking!” He ordered his father, getting a perturbed look in return.

Max's brows and ears lifted, he felt like he'd just been shot. Bradley has a fiancé? He forced his ears to lower when he caught himself having an overblown reaction. Why did he even care, he really shouldn't. He had no claim to Bradley's love life, actually the opposite, they hated one another.

So why did he feel rage bubbling up inside him?

Tank stopped laughing at the mention of the arrangement. Despite wanting revenge on the man who betrayed him and left him to die, he still didn't truly hate Bradley, he was just hurt by him, and wanted him to feel that hurt in return.

Even if he knew Bradley would comply with the arrangement for the sake of his old family customs, Tank didn’t feel any joy in Bradley’s obligatory matrimony.

The pompadored Gamma brother Larry spoke up “Ha, Daddy bought you a nice little trophy Omega for your big win today? That's rich” he took advantage of the herd mentality, wanting in on the joke without thinking of the deeper implications.

“Can't bag a mate yourself? can always count on Daddy's money to buy whatever you want” Burley added, crossing his arms like he was disappointed in his former leader.

Bradley’s glare was piercing as he stared at those he once considered his brothers, it wasn't too surprising that they'd side with Tank, he was the stronger of the two.

They were spineless little lackeys who would satellite around whoever could get them the most power and social cred at any given moment. Bradley knew this from the start so couldn't really blame them for being consistent.

He always knew their loyalty was fickle, and dependent on Bradley staying atop the heap. Now that he had lost his popularity they predictably turned on him. Laying all the blame and mockery at his feet was easier than taking responsibility for their own role in the Gamma's schemes.

“Wheres this Omega? I'll show them what a real Alpha looks like” Shorty jeered and flexed his arms, showing off his biceps in a joking manner while waving his hips around.

Bradley's brow twitched, finding that comment hit particularly close to home. The idea of being with Shorty was repulsive.

“I don't know what you saw in them Brad, These low rate Alpha’s are for the Beta market” Bradley Senior analyzed the Fraternity brothers, wondering which one had put Bradley into an early heat.

Bradley grumbled, he agreed with his fathers assessment of them. But he knew the context of his fathers words “I told you, They are— were just my brothers”

“I only hope Tevin is gracious enough to give you a second chance after you've embarrassed yourself and our family with your indelicate behavior” Mr.Uppercrust says in an indignant tone

“I said I'd meet with him!” Bradley argues “don't go planning the wedding!" Bradley barks, his frustration hitting its peak.

Powerline stepped back, recognizing the rise in anger as he avoided stepping into the father and son's confrontation.

“You will take what you get and be grateful any Alpha would have such an improper and difficult Omega!” His father snapped, the fire on his fuse reaching its end.

Bradley flinched, fear spiked through his veins, draining any colour in his face as his father so carelessly just divulged his biggest secret to the world. He stared at his father in disbelief, like this was too nightmearish to be true.

Bradley senior's lips tightened as he realized what he had so rashly let slip; his son looking at him in utter betrayal nearly broke his heart. He stubbornly pushed down the feelings of regret, Alphas don't make mistakes.

“it's for your own good that you stop pretending now” he reasoned gently, this was just the tough love that Bradley needed and severely lacked.

Bradley looked towards the crowd that had fallen silent; a part of him hoped the previous chatting, celebration and laughter had drowned out the words his father spoke. But he knew from the sea of shocked and confused faces that he hadn’t been so lucky.

“You heard it here first, folks!” Chuck spoke over the intercom, the giant tv display on his blimp showing Bradley’s shocked expression “3 time Champion Bradley Uppercrust has been an Omega this whole time! Oh the scandal!!” He milked the drama for all he could, making today feel more like a telenovela than a sports broadcast.

Bradley looked in horror at the crowd, his petrified face being broadcast over millions of screens. Max stared at him and although their eyes never met, he could see the grief running deep within them as his world fell apart.

Max knew first hand how dads could say some stupid stuff in front of people he’d rather make a good impression on. But he couldn’t imagine a level of betrayal to this magnitude.

Max swallowed the lump in his throat, he had unwittingly played a role in this outcome. He expected Bradley to experience a major humbling, a hit to his pride, even some much needed character growth and genuine remorse over his behavior.

Bradley had come off so pompous and egotistical that Max wanted to knock him down a peg or two, to prove he wasn't unbeatable or above everyone around him. He didn't mean to validate Bradley's own deeply-rooted insecurities and humiliate him in front of the whole country.

He didn’t realize just how desperate he was, and just close to the edge Max had driven him.

They both pushed one another to the heights of competition and while Max had won fairly, Bradley had succumbed to desperation and played every dirty trick he knew and burned every bridge he had. Max felt guilty for his part, putting all their happiness, dignity and reputation on the line based on the outcome of one race was foolish.

As Bradley looked at the crowd, what he hated the most was the pity he saw. He was the same person they'd heckled not a moment before, already their treatment of him was changing to fit his second-sex presentation. He would take the heckling over this anyday. He had the top grades on campus, a luxury car, time shares in every country, he had cheated and almost killed three students, and yet they looked upon him with condolences, like he was the one to feel sorry for.

They all whispered to one another, still in complete disbelief and denial. For Tank it immediately made sense, every oddity Bradley displayed through the years clicked right into place knowing he'd been a hidden Omega this whole time, he felt like an idiot for not realizing sooner.

He sadly came to terms with the fact that the closeness he felt to Bradley was entirely one sided, in reality he knew even less about his so-called best friend than a stranger on the street.

Tank noticed a few puzzling looks of accusation. He immediately raised his hands in front of his chest to communicate that he wasn’t a threat “I didn't know!” he asserts. It was very shameful to lay hands on an Omega, Especially one you didn’t have a claim to. “I’d never hurt an Omega!”

Bradley flinched, the comment causing him real pain. He knew he would never be treated the same way again, in everyone's eyes he was an entirely different person. His expressive brows furrowed into that of rage, he looked towards his father with deadly intent.
Max recognized the look from the coffee shop after the snapping had made him combust, he knew a blow up was imminent and he couldn’t even blame the guy. He knew couldn’t put the cat back in the bag, but he thought maybe he could get the crowd and the cameras off of the Uppercrust drama, to give Bradley a little privacy as he deals with the aftermath of his fathers backstab.

“Hey!! Isn't that world famous musical sensation Powerline!!” Max blurted out over the climbing noise of the crowd, he pointed at the tall man standing by Bradley, looking unsure what his role was here. The crowd all stirred and looked around upon hearing the announcement.

Max felt a little guilty as he saw Powerline's eyes peek over his glasses in alert, putting his hands up in defense as he took a step back, obviously he hadn't wanted to be noticed and tried to quell the now approaching crowd who were all coming to recognize him.

“Oh My this day just keeps on getting better folks!!” Chuck announced as all the cameras left Bradley and landed on Powerline’s wide-eyed face. “Hit musical sensation Powerline is here to celebrate the X-games championship with us!! Oh what a treat!!”

“No, no, you got it wrong I’m not Powerline–” Tevin was taking steps back as the crowd was moving closer. Eventually he came to terms with the jig being up and quickly dashed away from the scene, leaving the Uppercrusts to their own devices.

Bradley was stuck in an intense staring contest with his father as the people ran by them like a stampede, now more occupied by the presence of a world famous super star than they were with Bradley's personal family drama; though the gossip surrounding this day was destined to begin again once things returned to normal on the campus grounds.

“How dare you!” Bradley pulled off his helmet and slammed it onto the ground. He was shaking with rage, encroaching on his fathers space like he was primed for a fight, as ridiculously unrealistic as that was.

Mr.Uppercrust points his finger at Bradley harshly. “Don't you lash out at me, Brad!” Bradley senior was also revving up. “You need to get this insolent attitude under control if you're going to be a good Omega to your Alpha!”

Max hadn’t been raised by an Alpha, he’d gone to a public school with betas, he didn’t know all the traditional customs, but he knew Bradley would never be a good Omega by those standards.

Tank had been one of the few by-standards that weren’t swayed by Powerlines presents, he stayed with the other Gamma brothers to witness the end result of their president's cataclysmic crash and burn. Tank wondered what this would mean for his X-friend while the others were still debating how Bradley had hidden amongst them for so long.

Goofy quickly hurried between them “woah woah!” He put his hands up between the two to keep them from getting any closer to one another “Now let's remember the bond between a father and son is priceless!” He pleads desperately for them to relax. "Lets not speak in anger!” He really tried to help but his intrusion was misguided.

Max stepped up to his father, grabbing his arm in an attempt to pull him out of the aggressive Alphas line of sight. He kept his head down and smiled awkwardly, so Bradley the second wouldn’t turn his rage onto him as well.

“Who are you to lecture me, Beta?!” His giant teeth were inches from Goofy’s nose, he could bite the man's head off with the same ease as eating a donut hole. “Look at my son's face! All thanks to that projectile you hit him with!” The fur on his neck was sticking up in anger “You're lucky I haven't snapped every bone in your body!” He raised his hand to Goofy’s nose, squeezing it into a tight fist ready to pummel him with.

“Dad you did what?” Max looked at Goofy, this was the first time he's heard about Bradley being hit with something. The rage coming off Bradley senior was so intense he could see his life flash before his eyes by just the threat he was imposing.

He was thankful when Bradley started to speak in their defense.

“Leave Brother Goofy out of this, but I had it coming” Bradley admitted bitterly, he'd much prefer a horse shoe to the face than being treated differently just because he was an Omega.

“He was about to play a dirty trick on my Maxxie, and all I had was my lucky horse shoe on me!” Goofy tried to explain himself to Uppercrust senior and to Max “I didn't mean for him to get so hurt but to protect my boy I'd do it again!” He insisted stubbornly.

Bradley actually liked that outcome, while Tank couldn’t stand behind his actions Goofy was unflinching in his behavior, even with Bradley’s newly discovered weaker status.

Max guessed that explained Bradley's lost tooth and the black eye. “I thought I told you not to fight my battles!” Max groaned “I’m not a kid anymore! What's it going to take for you to get that!”

“I couldn't sit back and watch ya get hurt!” Goofy pleaded for understanding.

“Exactly” Bradley senior agreed whole heartedly “Brad, you have been putting yourself in harm's way long enough!” He stood tall and unyielding. “I would have stopped this charade sooner but I worried what those Gamma boys would do to you if they found out!”

The Gammas looked with inquiry at one another, as if considering who the elder was talking about specifically, unbeknownst to them they were all equally scrutinized.

“Hey! We wouldn't lay a hand on Brad” Tank hated what Bradley senior was insinuating with that remark.

“The only reason any of you followed him was the subconscious drive that brings Alphas to Omegas” Mr.Uppercrust insisted “and why do Alpha’s and Omegas seek each other out?”

There was a pause of silence, Bradley the third rolled his eyes.

“Uhh. To skate?” Bobby asked from the side lines where he sat with PJ, Vicky and Silvia. PJ slapped his hand over Bobby’s mouth

“To reproduce” Bradley the second shook his head “I know what you young Ill-bred Alpha’s are like. No concept of restraint” He accused “Resorting to violence at every pit-fall. And You Tank, worst of all! You would have beat him to a pulp if I hadn't stepped in!” Mr. Uppercrust chomped his teeth at the other Alpha “you could have killed him and you wouldn't have even meant to!”

Tank looked ashamed, there was some truth in Uppercrust's assertions. He did turn to physicality as the first solution to any problem, it wasn’t until Bradley’s more diplomatic approach that he began seeing the benefits in getting what he wanted by means other than intimidation and fear. He did appreciate the friendships that came from not scaring everyone with his presence, although the first friend he had made turned out to be deceiving him the whole time.

He still had his other brothers at least, relationships he could thank Bradley for.

Bradley scoffed at his fathers exaggerations “I would have been fine, I can take care of myself” He argues though his jaw continues to ache as he speaks. “I wasn’t going to let him hurt me!”

“You wouldn’t have any power over that. And this-” he gestures to Bradley's face, highlighting his noticeable injuries. “Is not taking care of yourself!”

“It's not even that bad!” Bradley assured “I've had worse!”

“The consistency of your reckless behavior doesn't make it better! You don't grow an immunity to broken bones!” His face was pleading to his son “One day you’re going to bite off more than you can chew, one of your little skate tricks will go wrong, or you’ll talk back to an Alpha who cannot be persuaded by words” He looked harshly at Tank for a moment before turning back to his son “Our family lineage will end with you!”

"That's not my fault!” He didn’t ask to be the only one of child bearing age in an endangered blood-line “Why do all my ancestors' mistakes fall onto me!?

“Every generation had to deal with the shortcomings of the last! I had obligations I needed to follow! I just want what's best for you!”

“No, you want what's best for yourself!” Bradley accused “You don't want to be the Uppercrusts prodigy son that doomed his family name cause his only offspring was an Omega”

“Brad I–”

“It's BRADLEY” he cut his father off “Just because I am an Omega now doesn't mean you get to walk back naming me after yourself and Grandfather. The least you could do is give me the respect due to an Uppercrust!”

“I give you more leeway than you deserve! If you think I'd let any Omega talk to me the way you do, let alone cut me off when I am in the middle of speaking you're sorely mistaken!”

“Well thanks for being courteous to someone that is so beneath you! But I am behaving exactly how you taught me to!”

“I taught you wrong! Okay! Is that what you want to hear? I fucked up!” He threw his hands down to his side “I failed you as a father. I filled your head with ideas of grandeur and made promises I had no control over” Years of strict emotional control fell to the wayside, he looked desperate and tired as he tried to appeal to his only son and make him see what to him was so obvious.

Bradley looked to the side to hide his sorrow, though his face contorted in anger his eyes gave away to how much his fathers words cut him deep. He kept his eyes low enough to avoid any eye contact with his father or those around them.

“You would have made a great Alpha, but you're not one. You will never be one. You have to move on from it” Bradley the second put his hand on Brad's shoulder, his eyes seemed genuinely apologetic “I'm sorry”

Bradley looked terrible and broken down, his expression was full of solemn acceptance. His body was closing in on itself, holding his arms to self soothe as he tried to make himself small. It made Max feel uncomfortable, like this was a very vulnerable moment for Bradley that he, nor anyone else should be witnessing.

This whole event felt like an infringement on Bradley’s privacy, one he was sure his rival would rather no one have to witness.

Bradley the second put his hand on his son’s shoulder, trying to comfort him in his own way “Listen. We can send you back to refinement school– you can try aga–”

“I can't believe you'd even suggest that” Brad mumbled with much less fight than before but still the presence of anger. He pushed his fathers hand off his shoulder, shoving it away as he turned to leave, there was nothing left for him here but shame and further humiliation.

His father followed behind “We will discuss it further after we get you to a dentist” Bradley the second said with no room for further argument, not that Bradley wanted to continue this discussion further.

“Mr.Uppercrust he might be concussed” Goofy urged as he stepped forward again “He should really see a doctor pronto”

“After we get this tooth fixed, he will” Bradley looked harshly at Goofy “Pray the damage is minimal, Beta”

Goofy relaxed his stance, sighing in disappointment, but accepting the situation for what it was. His long arms hung to his side, he looked over at Max, whose expression was full of dismay.

Max stood there frozen, the intensity had died down but the final result was far from what he had expected. He never thought Bradley would give in to his fathers demands or that this day would end with Bradley dropping out of school to get married.

Max couldn’t let it end like this.

“Wait, you can’t just quit now, you're like a year from graduating!” he sprints forward, getting the attention of both the Uppercrusts.

Bradley senior seemed perturbed that this random blood-line continued to pester them, not Tank, or the other Gamma boys who had spent years living under the same roof as his son. But opposing teams mutt that had stolen the championship title from Bradley.

“And what good would that do?” Bradley the second cocked his brow “Who do you think is going to hire an Omega?” He continued to walk, pushing his hand against his son's shoulder to keep him moving forward.

“He is the top of his class! Someone would!” Max was walking quickly trying to keep up with them. “I’m sure of it!”

“I can tell you're not a business major with that attitude. Let me guess, you're in the arts?” Bradley senior harshly mocked “No Alpha worth their salt would work alongside an Omega”

Bradley kept his back turned to Max, though his head continued to sink and his shoulders slumped with every word his father spoke.

“The Uppercrusts have a whole enterprise! Give him a chance to prove himself!” Max pleaded

“Hundreds of hours training and onboarding for him to need a week off every heat season, not to mention sudden onset heats if he meets someone he..likes” Bradley senior suddenly seemed to put something together, looking at Max curiously before he continued to speak a little darkly “He's of child bearing age, so add 9 months out of the year for maternity leave, then even longer for him to be with the pups. Not to mention how distracting he would be to the other workers and myself; I cannot be kept from my work making sure the other Alphas are keeping their teeth to themselves”

Max felt the anger rising “That's not his fault your workers can't control themselves!"

“Of course it isn't! It's no one's fault he's an Omega, that's just the cards we were dealt and now we have to deal with it!”

“Seems like he's the only one dealing with it while you’re just giving into it!” Max barked back

“Both of you stop talking about me like I’m not here!” Bradley the third suddenly yelled, finally having heard enough of this back and forth about his own life.

He turned sharply to face Max. “Back off Freshman, you’re not helping!” Bradley snapped with a look of resentment. “Were not friends, we never would be. I don't need an Alpha still waning off his father to fight my battles for me”

Bradley started walking away again, leaving Max behind. He looked shell shocked by Bradley’s sudden readiness to just give up. After he saw Bradley fight so hard just to win a race, but roll over once his life was being snatched away from him.

“Fine! Fuck off then!” Max barked, wanting his voice to carry far enough for the Uppercrusts to hear “I’ll enjoy college so much more without you!.. You…. fogging up my karma” He hated the words as he spoke them, but at the moment his mind was too jumbled to think of anything but Vicky's words.

The patriarch walked behind Bradley to keep him in his sight, he shook his head “There you go again picking fights with Alphas instead of letting me handle it. What do you expect to gain from that?”

“I expect he will leave me alone” Bradley grumbled, stomping away from this horror show.

“Mhm.. Do you really want that?”

Bradley's lip twitched as his cheeks lit up from embarrassment “of course. If only it worked on you” He grumbled

Bradley seniors smiled a little smugly “You don't mean that” he assured “But trust me this is for the best. That Alpha is more destitute than even those Gamma boys. He wouldn’t be a good provider”

“Glad we both agree he's obviously a loser”
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Chapter Text

Max ripped his helmet off his head, tossing it into the grass as he went towards the now empty bleachers. The walkways were filled with garbage as a few lone janitors began appearing to clean up the mess left behind by the thousands of departed guests. Max ran his hands through his hair, ruffing up his fur messily to comb out the helmet head he’d acquired from having it on for so long and slick with sweat.

The Gamma brothers had formed a group at the side of the stage. Tanks back was to Max but from the look on the other brothers face they seemed confused and distraught. No doubt Tank was laying out some ground rules on how things would be going forward without Bradley to tell them when to blink.

Max grabbed a bottle of water from one of the coolers dedicated to X-games contestants. The ice had long since melted, leaving the few remaining water bottles lukewarm from being in the sun all day. He poured the contents of the bottle over his head, before patting down his face with a nearby towel that he hoped was clean, at the least it didn't smell used but with a nose full of soot he couldn’t be sure.

The burning X had been extinguished shortly after the race was won, the smoke still rose into the sky but only as a small struggling fume that was slowly dissipating. The area was tapped off for civilian safety as event coordinators inspected the mess. 

The white towel in Max’s hand became black with the soot Max was covered in. He could still feel some of the dirt particles on the sides of his face, but at least there was less risk of it making its way into his eyes. He was eager to get back to the dorm and scrub himself raw, then take a big fat nap.

He stared down at the ground for a moment, trying to compose himself as he still felt anger lingering deep in his stomach, the day had been a rollercoaster but it still felt like there was so much left unfinished.

He hadn’t gotten the relief he thought he would from winning, His problems only seemed to multiply, his mind was even more clouded and jumbled than before.

He felt the sun suddenly blocked out from above him as a heavy shadow blocked out its light. He could see his fathers large feet walk into his line of sight, standing right in front of him. He knew his father wasn’t the catalyst of his turbulent mind, and hashing it out with him was only a small fraction of his problems right now.

But they still needed to have a talk, Max just wasn’t sure right now was the best time for it.

“Dad, we–” Max perked his head up when he noticed Goofy hadn’t come alone

“Hey Maxamillian!” he heard Bobby’s uniquely quirky tone overflowing with energy and excitement, he had a feeling a shower and nap weren't going to be in the cards today. 

Bobby was dancing a little jig, though one might assume he was suffering some sort of involuntary muscle spasms. He sings loudly as he approaches with PJ and Mocha close behind “You are the champion, my friend!! Nana Nawwww nawwww!” Bobby strums his air guitar as he mimics the noises “You kept on fighting, till the end!” 

PJ slides in on his knees, also playing the air guitar “Bow Booooow Booow!!!”

Max couldn’t help but smile at their antics, loudly celebrating this momentous victory. He wished he felt like more of a winner then he did.

“We are the champions! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!!” They belted out, louder and louder, putting their arms on each other's backs as they swayed back a fourth.

“No time for losers cause we are the champions!! Of the X-gaaaaaaameess!!” The both sang in unison, raising their snouts to the sky to carry their voices across campus without an inkling of public etiquette. 

“Come on Max!” PJ tried to engage with their team leader, the number one racer at state college, the victor, the champ!

“Sing with us Buddy!” Bobby insisted “It's only the start of the celebration!” 

“Sorry guys I am exhausted” They knew Max was the air guitar master! But he didn’t feel like strumming that invisible instrument like a true rock star right now.

“Lets go out and get ya boys some pizza” Goofy patted his son's shoulder, his voice was gentle and sympathetic, like he could tell his son wasn’t in the greatest of spirits and probably a little cross with him “Ya must be starved after such a long day! Why I bet you burned 10 large pizzas worth of calories!” He licked his lips in an exaggeratedly silly manner, trying to bring a smile to his son's long face.

“I’m not in the mood for Pizza” Max groaned, pushing Goofy’s hand off his shoulder, he was feeling empty but not hungry, and he couldn't appreciate his fathers Goofy nature at a time like this, he was still angry with him.

“WHAAAAAT!? No Pizza?” Bobby’s mouth was wide open in shock, he lifted up his blue shades to make sure he was seeing Max right.

“Did you hit your head Buddy?” PJ pressed the back of his hand on Max’s forehead like he might be sick.

“Dude, the extravagantly scrumptious cheesealicious celebratory pizza party is like, the best part of winning” Bobby insisted, putting his hands on his hips, looking puzzled by Max's refusal.

“Come on boys, read the room” Mocha pushed them aside to step passed, she sat beside Max and patted him on the back “Skater boy here is going through some intense sympathy pains”

Goofy frowned, his eyes going big and sad as he felt the guilt rising, he rubbed his arm nervously as he knew what was eating away at his son and the role he had played.

PJ and Bobby on the other hand looked at one another confused.

“Well don't look at me like that Buddha boy, she's your girlfriend” Bobby spoke pointedly “What's she talking about, translate for a guy!”

“Maybe he feels bad we didn’t finish the race?” PJ cocked his brow

“Don’t feel bad for us Maxxie! We're a team and we won!” He leaned backward like his spine was jello, arms out stretched

 “You got a big shiny trophy, and saved that big jerk from a fire, ya know all the chicks love a hero!” Bobby grinned wide 

PJ jumped in next “ and dude, you get the X-games scholarship this year, it's a free ride man! Not to mention you’re probably gonna be scouted out by every sports team in the country!” PJ tried to hype up his friend.

“And the cherry on top, that uptight Uppercrusty jerk is out of our fur!” Bobby announced with a big grin.

“With Brad gone it will make winning next year a lot easier hah” PJ laughed slightly and rubbed a bruise he had gotten on his elbow “and less painful!”

Max could barely explain to himself what he was feeling, let alone try to make himself understood to his friends and father.

“I feel bad.. All that drama that happened.. If I hadn't won.. Bradley wouldn’t be dropping out!”

“Now, now Maxxie you didn’t do anything wrong!” Goofy insisted

“I know. But what were YOU thinking?” Max pointed in anger “Lobbing a solid 5 pounds of steel at someone!” he tilted his head, still amazed that his dad would do such a thing

“I just wanted to help” Goofy held his X-games helmet in his hands, rubbing it anxiously

“This was exactly the over stepping I’ve been telling you about” Max explained in irritation “I could have handled Bradley myself!” he huffed and leaned on his hands.

“Hey now Max, I’m on pop’s side this time. Brad had it coming!” PJ stuck up for the elder Goof, folding his arms, looking miffed himself.

“Have some compassion Papa dog” Mocha put her hand on her hip, trying to reason with her boyfriend and gently talk them out of a fight everyone could see coming.

“For Brad?!” Bobby gawks in surprise, moving down his glasses to see more clearly “The guy tormenting us all semester?”

Max had nothing good to say about Bradley either, he knew the Gamma leader had been nothing but a problem, he proved himself to be a selfish jerk with a seriously bad temper and some of the worst escalations he's ever seen. He made their whole college experience so much worse than it had to be.

“Don't act like we didn’t egg him on” Max frowned “We gave as good as we got!”

“He made me cliff dive into a mud bath and blasted Peej off like fireworks in July"

Max felt for PJ, who didn't get to race in the X-games finale, a dream they’d all shared. And he felt bad for Bobby, whose race was cut short in a very messy way. 

But it didn’t change that he wouldn’t wish Bradley's fate on anyone.

“He went too far..” Max admitted “I know what he did was bullshit but he’s not even getting punished for that! He’s going to drop out and lose everything! You have to admit that's bullshit!”

“Did you forget you almost transferred out because of him!” Bobby reminded, leaning forward with his hands on his hips, his happy smile turned to a look of disappointment.

“I–” Max sighed “It’s not the same at all! I wanted to drop out because of my Dad!” Max flinched as he said it, knowing that revelation would stab Goofy like a knife, but he continued to say his peace “And it was a transfer!” he insisted “I could still get my degree and graduate. Bradley’s being Married off!”

“Yeah, a billionaire!" PJ argued “So he can buy all the trophies he wants instead of cheating for them”

“He’ll be living life on easy street!” Bobby insisted “No tests, No essays, no waking up early for classes, no gross cafeteria food!”

“I feel worse for whoever's he's getting hitched too” PJ adds on

Max finches in on himself, brows furrowing and frown getting longer. He knew they weren’t trying to piss him off, they’d all had nothing good to say about Bradley since they'd met him. He had to admit that being mated to Bradley would suck as he brought nothing but misery wherever he went.

But he still hated this outcome more than he could express.

Luckily Mocha seemed more inturned with how he was feeling “To sacrifice who you are is a fate more terrible than dying” Mocha explained in defense of Bradley “Even to someone who is nothing but bad vibes and toxic fumes”

PJ and Bobby both stayed quiet, they stubbornly seemed to come to terms with what the Alpha’s were saying.

Pj’s ears pressed against his head sadly “Listen man, I’m not saying it doesn't suck for him. Those rich elitists have some fucked up traditions. But you heard him! He doesn't want your help! He doesn't want anyone's help”

“I know he doesn't!" Max growled, that fact sucked even more, he wished Bradley would have accepted his help, Max wouldn’t have let things end like that.. But it's what that stubborn Omega chose and he respected the decision as much as he disagreed with it.

“I know what happened was tough on ya son, but Bradley will be alright!” Goofy insisted “he's a tough fella, he will figure it out”

“Or he will blow his new hubby up with a rocket heh” Bobby giggled to himself, completely missing the mood of the moment. Everyone looked at him.

He cocked his brow “What I say?”

—-

Max was so thankful for the brief reprieve. He took an ice cold shower that had cooled his body down to the bone. After a hyperactive day in the sunshine it was much needed he almost refused to leave the glass box. The water running down the drain was black, but he imagined Bobby’s shower after swimming in mud had been much worse. Once the water was clear and Max could no longer feel the dirt texturing his skin deep below his fur, he shook the water drops off his body before stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his hips. He ran a small hand towel through his hair, feeling so light and refreshed.

He rubbed at his nose, despite not feeling any congestion, he found he couldn't smell a thing.

Maybe there was still some soot blocking his scent receptors or something, there was a reason he wasn’t an Otolaryngology major. But he swore he had been able to smell even after the X came crashing down.

He wasn’t too alarmed, he could still breath fine and figured his sense of smell would return after a nice long sleep.

But that would have to wait as he’d been convinced to join Bobby and PJ at a party tonight. He really would rather have said no, but this was their first X-games win, and it would be a shame not to celebrate it and take advantage of all the praise and adoration they’d be getting.

Not to mention Max had skipped out on the qualifying rounds celebration. People were going to start thinking he was an introvert of something!

Max dressed himself in today's party outfit, keeping with their team colours he wore a yellow undershirt with long sleeves and a blue T-shirt over top. He put on his typical baggy blue jeans but at least they were cleaner than usual. 

He checked the clock in his room, it was nearly 7PM. PJ and Mocha were going to get the Pre-party drinks while Bobby ordered enough pizzas to feed the whole campus. Goofy had luckily excused himself for a celebration dinner with Sylvia, though Max could feel the unresolved issues still getting between them it was an issue for another day.

Max laid out on his head. Kicking his feet up and folding his arms behind his head. He figured he could sneak a quick power nap in before the drinks and food arrived.

He heard a small knock at his door, curiously he lifted his ear towards the noise, knowing it couldn't have been PJ or Bobby, even Mocha he was sure would have a more assertive knock.

“Psst” he heard a small voice from the other side “Maxxie, you in there?” the feminine voice whispered loudly, like she was trying to keep a secret.

He had spent years admiring the beautiful cadence and soft inflection Roxanne spoke in, he would never be able to forget her voice even if 100 years passed without hearing it.

He stood up from his bed and went towards the door “Yeah Roxxy what up–” as soon as the door opened he was shoved back by another body.

A tall figure was pushed into the room by Roxanne, then she quickly shut the door behind herself.

Max staggered backwards and even without his nose to sniff the stranger out he could still tell immediately who he was. 

Powerline. 

The man smiled and his teeth seemed to shine even in the dull yellow lighting emitting from the room's cheap bulb.

“Wooah” Max's mouth fell open and his eyes went wide in awe. He wouldn't have guessed Powerline was still here, thinking he'd left campus grounds to avoid the mob.

“I know! I found him in a bush!” Roxanne jumped excitedly

“I can't believe Powerline is in my dorm room!” Max exclaimed

“Woah woah woah, it's Tevin today alright? I'm trying to keep a low profile” Tevin zipped up his bright yellow jacket and little more, trying to obscure his face inside the long neck it had. Using his iconic yellow Powerline pallet didn’t help him blend in any. 

Max squinted a bit trying to remember where he had heard that name before, it seemed important but he couldn't place it.

“I was telling him the kid that crashed his LA concert in 95’ was here!” she bounced excitedly

Max blushed, their time with Powerline was brief so he wasn't sure if the super star would remember him personally, or if he might be mad about that looking back.

“I thought I remembered your scent somewhere! Always making quite the impression! And you're so much taller now!” Powerline put his hand flat on Max's head to show the height difference.

This has got to be the best day of my life!”

“Im flattered kid!” Tevin grinned “I saw you racing today. Those were some impressive moves! I might have to bring you onstage to do some tricks at my next show” he offered “it'll be like old times!”

“Holy shit. I'd be honored!”

“I know the girls will be excited to see you again” he laughed loudly “the dancers thought you were so adorable”

Max blushed hard again thinking about those back up dancers.

“Oh! This is Roxanne! The girl I crashed your concert to impress!” This get together felt so surreal for Max, his hero and high school sweet heart in the same room! Two people he cared very deeply for.

“Well, I’m glad it worked! And look at you two, still together till this day! That's a sweet story!” Tevin said kindly

“Oh no, no no” Max immediately blurted out almost defensively “we are not together anymore. She's just here for the games” he didn't know why he was so adamant about that. He saw Roxanne blushed and looked down at her feet embarrassed.

“Ah sorry for the assumption” he looked awkward about his slip up.

“Uhh, So what are you doing here?!” Max asked “not just here to see the games are you?”

Tevin's cheeks went red, he tried not to smile as big as he wanted to “Well.. It's a little complicated. I’m meeting someone”

Max felt his stomach turn.. already putting the pieces together. 

He knew he had recognized Powerline's name, Mr.Uppercrust had mentioned Bradley's suitor being a Tevin.

So this was his fiancé.

Of course Bradley would be marrying the coolest guy in the whole world and Max’s personal hero. They always seemed connected in the most enraging ways.

“Actually he was the runner up in the race, maybe you know him?” Tevin continued to make conversation

“Oh, yeah Bradley. I do” Max stumbled, still trying to string together his feelings

“Well, how is he?” Tevin asked awkwardly, feeling Max might have gone into this topic on his own.

Max had the urge to tell Tevin everything about Bradley, from the bullying to the cheating, maybe he could scare the super star away. The idea of Bradley being with anyone filled Max with rage.. but the idea of being with Bradley himself was also out of the question. He was a lunatic!

He didn't want him, but he didn't want anyone to have him either.

“He's.. fine..” Max knew it wasn't fair for him to sabotage Bradley's love life when he had no intention of claiming Bradley for himself. Bradley would have to make the choice for himself.

“Hes really good at sports” Max struggled to find something good to say “he's very passionate.. about winning” that was an understatement but at least it didn't make Bradley look too bad.

“I look forward to meeting him properly. He seemed very odd” Tevin admitted, thinking over what he’d witnessed “I’ve never met an Omega that was so..”

Max cocked his brow, his own mind filling in what Tevin might say next, Bull headed, murderous, violent, intemperate 

“Agressive” Powerline seemed to choose his words carefully, understandably this was potentially his future mate.

“He’s got a lot of personality” Oddly enough, Max felt more loyal to the man he hated then the one he’d admired. He felt like it would be a betrayal to Bradley to warn Tevin about the man's antics.

“It got a little hairy out there today, a lot of tension with his father. Not that I stayed for it all” He gave Max a look

“Yeah.. my bad. Sorry i sent the mob after you” Max winced, feeling guilty that he had gotten Tevin chased off

“Probably for the best. I wouldn’t want to intrude on a private moment like that” he admitted, at least Tevin was a gentleman, so Bradley would be in good hands. Max frowned hard thinking about it.

“Mind if I ask.. Why do you want to marry Bradley when you don't even know him?” Max shouldn't have asked, it was none of his business, he was just trying to pry hoping for an answer he’d like.

“Well, He’s an Omega–”

“Is that all? you’re Powerline!” Max cut Tevin off, feeling a little heated

“Hah! Well Thanks Max! But honestly.. I'm pretty lucky Mr.Uppercrust is considering me a suitable candidate for his son. After this tour I was hoping to take a year or two off, write some new material and start a family. I spent so much time focused on my career, im ready to settle down for a little with someone special”

Max couldn’t look at Tevin, wondering how Bradley would handle the life he was getting signed up for. “So, you think Bradley is the one?”

“I think he could be” He said with a genuine smile, looking soft and considerate. Max knew if anyone was going to treat Bradley right it was Tevin. He smiled bittersweetly.

“I really hope so” for both their sakes, he hoped it would work out.

“Well, enough about me, today is about you. I saw your big win out there!” Tevin grinned “You’re going to some pretty big places I can tell that much!”

Max couldn’t believe his luck, THE Powerline had seen him skate, seen him win! It was a dream come true, but it still felt somewhat hollow.

“The party tonight is all in celebration of Max's big win! Oh you should come, Tevin!”

“Its been a long time since I've been to a Frat party” He admitted with a laugh “I guess i could play a few old hits for Max’s big day”

–

Max didn't know why of all places he thought a party at the Gamma house would help get his mind off things. It was the biggest reminder of that certain ex president he was trying not to think about.

He never should have let Bobby and PJ talk him into this…

At least the heavy bass was helping to drown out his thoughts. If he just kept his eyes closed he wouldn’t have to take in the environment that was a reflection of Bradley's old fashioned disposition. This house was here before Bradley, so maybe he had adapted to it instead of the other way around. It was hard to know for sure since Bradley had been lying about so much for so long.

Max sighed, realizing his mind had once again begun thinking about that certain someone. He stared down at his beer, it was now lukewarm in his solo cup, the carbonation was nearly gone, but he threw it back anyway, maybe he just needed to be even more inebriated to distract him after all.

Word had gotten around campus that Powerline would be rocking out at the Gamma house tonight, so the body count at this party was a lot bigger than it probably would have been. Students from other schools, past graduates and complete strangers had come to join the celebration, not wanting to miss a once in a lifetime opportunity to see The One and Only Powerline. The back, front and side yards were packed tight with partygoers all grinding and pushing against one another. Even the neighbors with their high privacy fences had gotten ladders to peer over the edge and watch.

“Powerline! Powerline! Powerline!” The audience was cheering, loud enough to wake up multiple neighborhoods and shake some houses as the tall, slim Alpha walked up into the gazebo, the crowd parting like the red sea to allow him passage to the makeshift stage.

Bobby had somehow commandeered the DJ booth, bringing down the sound levels of the music as Powerline was handed a microphone.

“Lets not forget who were here to celebrate! MAX GOOOOOF!” Powerline announced into the microphone

Max spit out the beer he was trying to drink. His face went red as everyone began cheering for him. He waved bashfully, loving the lime light but still not fully accustomed to it.

 “Get up here Max!” The super star waved him over.

Max thought he should start getting used to all the acclaim though. He dropped his cup onto the grass and approached the gazebo that was acting as their stage for the night. As he walked through the crowds the people there patted his back, rubbed his shoulders, ruffled his hair, made him feel like a real king. 

Just yesterday he was Goofy’s son, but now he is Maxamillian Goof, proud winner of the X-games trophy!

..And dethroner of Bradley Uppercrust the third.

He was much less proud of that one right now.

Max jumped onto the wooden platform, he raised his finger guns up at Powerline, grinning as they greeted one another.

“Let’s all take a lesson from Max here and never give up on our dreams” Powerline announced

“For my good friend, let's bring back this old hit!” Powerline announced, raising one hand high in the air, his other hand lowered onto his belt. The music began playing from the speakers, bringing back a rush of nostalgia from the students' high school days. It had really only been five years, but it felt like an eternity.

The stage set up was admittedly pretty shotty, better than what any other frat house would have on hand, but definitely not the quality Powerline had become used to playing at the biggest most expensive venues all around the world.

Despite his travel, fame and experience with the biggest and the best equipment, he was still humble enough to play free for a bunch of drunken college students on a wooden gazebo in a small crowded backyard.

 “Let's see if you still got the moves Max!” Powerline grinned wide and winked.

“Oh, you know I do!” Max kicked his foot up and shuffled to the rhythm before slamming it back down, displaying just how ready he was to tear up the stage.

“Open up your eyes, take a look at us” Powerline's voice carried all across the campus from the speakers. Max’s jaw dropped when he heard the lyrical change, If only his 14 year old self could see him now! He came a long way from the random kid trashing a concert!

“Get the picture fixed in your memory” Tevin continued, his voice as smooth as it was back when Max listened to it on repeat with his compact disk player.

“We’re driven by the rhythm like the beat of a heart. And we won't stop until we start to stand out!” Powerline sang, putting his hand on his belt and slowly lowering the one that was raised over his head until he kicked his leg forward, keeping the other firmly planted. His knees bent as he shimmied from side to side with the beat, performing the choreography as if he hadn’t been out of practice.  

“To stand out, mm!” Powerline pointed at Max, the spotlight hitting him as the champion showed off his electrifying dance moves. He knew the choreography from Powerlines music video, while incorporating his own uniquely Maxy essence to the moves.

The audience all cheered for him as they tried to imitate the moves Max was performing.

“ Some people settle for the typical thing, Livin' all their lives waiting in the wings” Powerline watched Max with impress, The kid still got it!

“It ain't a question of if, Just a matter of time, Before you move to the front of the line!” Powerline stands to the side and points to Max as everyone cheers and claps.

“Once you're watching every move that he makes, You gotta believe that he got what it takes” The beat picked up to a quicker pace as the Chorus began and no one could resist the urge to sing along with it.

“To stand out above the crowd, Even if I gotta shout out loud” Powerline started dancing beside Max, he made it look so flawless and easy. The combination of his intricate choreography and flexibility was a sight to behold.

“Til mine is the only face you'll see Gonna stand out 'til ya notice me” Max followed Powerline's lead, copying the foot movements he had practiced in his bedroom for hours, until he’d gotten them just right so he could impress the girl of his dreams.

“If the squeaky wheel's always gettin' the grease I'm totally devoted to disturbin' the peace” Powerline kept moving with the beat as if he was a physical embodiment of the music.

“Hey Max! Catch!!” PJ shouted out from the crowd, tossing a red skateboard right to Max who jumped to catch it.

“And I'll do it all again when I get done, Until I become your number one”   Powerline watched as Max jumped onto his wheels, showing off a few of his smaller tricks due to the space being so confined. He started with a simple ollie and jumped right into a kick flip.

Despite the wheel based artistry that the crowd had witnessed that day, they were all impressed by his little flips and foot tricks, probably due to their very high or inebriated states.

“No methods to the madness, and no means of escape. Gonna break every rule or bend them all outta shape” Max danced to the music with style, stepping one foot over the other on his board, moving to the rhythm of the music.

“It ain't a question of how, Just a matter of when, you get the message that I'm tryin' to send” Max flipped the nose end from side to side with the tune. One might say he was an even better dancer on wheels than off.

“I'm under a spell, I'm in over my head And you know I'm going all of the way to the end” Everyone was under Max Goofs spell, watching him perform was mesmerizing, he was better on wheels than most people were on their own feet.

“To stand out above the crowd, Even if I gotta shout out loud” Max jumps forward, kicking his legs up over his head. He lands into a hand stand, gliding across the front of the stage. His shirt fell up slightly, showing off his stomach and hip bones which got the audience to swoon desperately.

“Til mine is the only face you see, Gonna stand out, 'til ya notice me” Max finally felt noticed. He jumped back onto his feet, crouching on his board as he smirked at the party goers in the front row who reached out their hands towards him.

“If I could make you stop and take a look at me, Instead of just Walkin' by” Max moon walks while his board is moving backward, creating an impressive illusion . He looked into the crowd, seeing Roxanne smiling up at him in the front row. It made his stomach flip but not in the way one might expect, he felt concerned, concerned about that dazzling look she was giving him.

“There's nothin' that I wouldn't do” At the beginning of the year Max would have done anything to make them work. He had wanted to fight for them so badly, he had held onto hope for so long it sapped away every joy in his life. But he had moved on and he wasn’t sure he could go back even if he put in every effort to reignite that fire.

“If it was gettin' you to notice I'm alive” The scenario was admittedly the perfect way to get them back together if that was the goal, but Max was far from it, even if he could see the romantic undertone of this night, he vehemently opposed it.

“All I need is half a chance, A second thought, a second glance” Max averted his eyes from the crowd, he felt that guilty feeling stirring again, he didn’t mean to lead her on. He didn’t mean for Powerline to be singing ‘their song’ at a party they’d all happened to be attending.

“To prove, I got whatever it takes, It's a piece of cake, heh” Powerline reached out into the crowd, touching hands with all the eager attendees in the crowd. One girl let out a high pitched scream of joy before fainting from the sheer bliss of this moment.

“To stand out above the crowd, even if I gotta shout out loud!” The whole area was vibrating from the stomping, the dancing, and the singing. The gamma yard would be nothing but mud come morning but no one seemed to care.

The music picked up again for the final chorus, the crowd had grown since they’d started, Powerline's voice calling everyone in the area to the makeshift show. Students were lined up on the streets, sitting on the Gamma’s roof top and crowding the pool.

“Til mine is the only face you'll see Gonna stand out!  Max stomped the tail of the skateboard, making it fling up and into his hands.

“Stand out!” The melody of the song became a quickly paced mash up of instruments and tunes as the song came to its grand climax. Max slowly backed away, deciding he needed a little break from the limelight.

Powerline held his microphone out towards the crowd and they all sang for him “Stand out!” 

Max slides out from under the handrails at the back of the gazebo, he snuck passed the crowd that was completely enthralled by Powerlines climactic performance.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!” He heard Powerline belting out loudly, showing off the control and range of his voice. 

Max squeezed through the sea of people, towards the side of the house where the Gamma’s volleyball net was set up. He could still hear everyone singing along with Tevin, making the most of such a wonderful night. “Stand out!”

Max could see a few people across the street in the unofficially designated smoking area, He was still unable to smell anything, feeling a little blind as he walked to an area with a little bit of space. Everyone knew Bradley wouldn’t allow smoking indoors and despite him not being here, and not being an Alpha, and possible dropping out, people seemed trained well enough to respect that rule still.

“Til mine is the only face you'll see, Gonna staaaand ouuuuut! Til ya notice me!” He heard the song end, and the audience howled as the music stopped.

“Encore! Encore! Encore!” The whole party was chanting for another song.

As Max got further from the speakers he began being able to hear spoken words again, recognizing his name being called from behind him. He turned to see Roxanne waving at him.

She approached quickly and wrapped her arms around Max, placing her head against his chest.

He recognized this warmth, how comforting it felt, even now to hold her. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes and like they were in high school again they both leaned in, their lips touched like it was the most natural thing in the world. Max knew how to maneuver his longer snout around her short one. Max could taste the liquor on her lips, knowing he’d have smelt it sooner if he could smell at all. 

His body could easily act out the motions of a romance, but it was only the motions, the true intimacy had died long ago.

He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away, parting from the kiss brought upon by habit and routine.

“Roxxy, we can’t” He frowned, trying to let her down easily.

“I’m sorry I made a mistake” She said with pouting lips, like she might cry. He could see the regret in her eyes “I am willing to try, even if we are far away! We can make it work”

He had fantasized of a moment like this, where they’d be reunited and their love destined to withstand even the largest set back. At one point he imagined he would wait for her, they’d graduate at their respected schools then they’d meet again by total accident in the big city, hit it off like old times, and spend their lives together the way Max imagined they would.

But that was long ago from the mind of a hopelessly romantic, heart broken and coping highschooler.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d missed Roxanne, Who knew the X-games would make the perfect distraction from his failed love life. His mind was admittedly more occupied with something else. Someone else..

“No you didn’t make a mistake. That's the alcohol talking, and Powerline being here..” He could see how it felt like destiny that they’d be together today, It was a reminder of Max’s grand gesture of love to her, but after this one night of wistful romance and adrenaline they’d still face the same obstacles that broke them up to start with  “I’ve moved on Rox, I’m sorry”

Roxanne rubbed the bottom of her eyes, smudging her eyeliner onto her fingers “I’m sorry.. This was so stupid” she tried to laugh like it was a joke, but her laughter turned into tears and sniffling.

Max put his arm around her shoulder, He hugged her and held her tight “You’ll be alright Roxxy. Lets go find Stancy and your sisters” He suggested

He looked at the board in his hand, wondering where PJ had gotten it. Luckily it hadn’t traveled far since another sticker was the Gamma Muu Muu Logo, so it must have belonged to one of the Frat brothers. He shoved it into a bush at the side of the patio steps so it wouldn’t walk off after the party.

He walked with Roxanne, keeping her close to him for safety as people tended to avoid bumping Alpha’s when they could.

She was a mix of laughter and tears “I don’t know why I’m even crying!” She admitted “I feel so silly”

“At least you’re not Goofy” He joked, making her smile and feel a bit better.

Max walked Roxanne into the Gamma house, spotting Roxxy’s sorority sisters sitting around the living room couch with beers and solo cups. He could recognize Stacy immediately with her blond hair and flower pin. She was the sorority president, no surprise there.

“Hey Stace” he greeted, getting her attention, she was about to greet him but was distracted by her friend “Oh no, Roxx” she pouted, opening her arms and patting her head once she hugged her. “I knew you would drink too much” She shook her head before looking at Max with gratitude.

“Sorry Max, She’s still a light weight” Stacy laughed a bit "I'll take her back to the hotel to rest up before we leave tomorrow”

“Tell her I'm sorry..” he rubbed the back of his head, feeling guilty.

Stacy snorts “I’m sure she will want to apologize too” Stacy put her hand up to her mouth to cover it from Roxxy “She’s gonna be sooo embarrassed” She giggled 

Stacy turned back to Roxanne “Lets get you some food girl! How about pizza? Or a nice big loaf of bread?” She walked off with Roxanne waving back at Max as they passed “Don't be a stranger Max!”

Max felt a sense of relief, and closure. He took a deep breath and smiled wide. He hadn’t realized how heavily their break up was still affecting him, but he realized today he could finally, confidently move forward.

“Woof. Was that Stacy?” Bobby’s voice carried over the music and into Max’s ear “She looks fiiiiine” He put his elbow on Max’s shoulder, holding himself up as he was a little inebriated himself.

Max rolled his eyes but smiled wide "Don't you two start again” Max warned “You act like im a problem when you guys are on and off more than a light switch”

“Ay bro! Don’t be hatin cause I keep the ladies coming back for more” Bobby put his arms behind his head and swayed his hips in suggestion.

Max heard a sudden loud but hollow bang from upstairs. He turned his head instinctually to the noise, seeing everyone in the room doing the same. They curiously stared in the direction of the sound. He figured someone had dropped something but when he heard it a second time, coupled with the noise of wood cracking Max went towards the alarming noises as Alphas are prone to do.

“Ay bruh, someone probably locked themselves in the bathroom” Bobby tried to reason, following behind Max. The hallway at the top of the stairs was busy, though Max noticed some people quickly leaving.

Max was pushing through the crowd of beta’s, asserting himself until he was at the front of the gathering where the commotion continued “What the hell are they doing?” he asked aloud as he noticed Tweed and Burley taking turns ramming into a door with their shoulders.

“How hard is it to bust down a door” The gamma brother Burley growled

Max could see from the interior of a few rooms that these were the sleeping quarters of the Gamma house, Three doors on the left side and three doors on the right with one more door at the end of the hallway. It was more grand and clearly held the most importance to the others, the master bedroom if Max were to guess.. And he could also guess who in the house resided in it.

“You can't just bust into his room!” Max barked in defense, getting the attention of the Gammas. He noticed that Tank was missing from the pack, otherwise the door would have been broken down by now.

“Mind your own business Freshi” Larry warned, stepping between Max and the brutes currently slamming into the door.

“What the fuck is this door made of?” Tweed complained as he'd rubbed his shoulder, feeling the pain of the constant impacts.

“All this effort and for what?” Max scowled

“You don't know what it's like, thinking you knew a guy for damn near 3 years!” Burley growled as he let Tweed ram the door in his steed

“Breaking into his room isn't going to change anything! You're just going to get yourselves into trouble!” Max tried to reason, but the combination of high emotions, alcohol and fresh humiliation was a stubborn thing to argue against.

“I am going to find out how an Omega could have lived right under our noses without being found out!” Burley shouts, waving a finger in Max’s face “and if anyone squeals, I will beat them black and blue”

“What will that accomplish?!” Max fought back

“He played us all for fools, We deserve to know how! And why! And who we've been living with this whole time!”

“It's still just Bradley” Max rolled his eyes “The humiliation of having all of his most private and sensitive details revealed over national TV wasn't enough? Let him at least have the privacy of his bedroom!”

“It's not his room anymore! He's not a Gamma Muu Muu Brother, Never was!” Burley turned to face away from Max, now more determined than ever to break down the door.

Tweed and Burley both ran at the door in unison this time, jumping up off the floor and slimming with all their weight into the solid wood. The foundation of the walls cracked and broke as the door fell off its hinges and into the room.

Things got a little quieter for a moment. The two Gamma’s who had acted as Battering rams knelt on the busted down door, looking into the room they’d just forced their way into like they were surprised their acts of aggression would have gotten them this far.

Max heard footsteps stomping from the door beside him, suddenly the door directly to the right of Bradley's room swings open. Tank stands inside the frame, so large he has to duck to get out of his own room. “What the fuck is all this noise!?” He shouts with his teeth bored, clearly he had been trying to ignore the noises and raging party, but this had been the last straw.

Everyone looked at him with big eyes, too afraid to speak.

“I am trying to meditate and you guys are–” he noticed what everyone had been transfixed on, seeing the broken down door to Bradley's room and the guilty Gamma brothers all surrounding it.

“Ohh. No” He said deadly serious “Were not doing this baby”

“Whatever Tank!” Slouch spoke up first, filling the other Gamma’s with courage

“Who voted you President!” Shorty suddenly added

“I think I should be the president!” Burley stood up tall on the door that was laying flat “and I say we toss that traitors shit into the pool!”

“Yeah!!” he got a rousing cheer from the other Gammas “I'll vote for that!” Larry added as the brothers all went into the president's bedroom.

None of them had really been in here much longer than a few minutes on rare occasions, it was well known that Bradley’s room was off limits to them, the reason why was only made obvious today.

Max looked up at Tank with concern, who seemed to do the same. Despite wanting to respect Bradley's privacy they both entered after the others, witnessing the chaos they were making.

Max couldn’t help but notice how tidy Bradley's room was before the boys had gotten to it. Compared to his own space, it was immaculate. It looked more like a big personal office than someone's personal sleeping place. There wasn't much of an insight into Bradley's hobbies or things he'd enjoyed. No band posters or cool nicknacks to spark a little joy.

But there were walls displaying his accomplishments. Max would assume the ego maniac just loved to bask in the glory of how great he was, but after today he thought it more likely that Bradley needed the reminders.

Those reminders were quickly knocked off the walls, their glass barriers shattering on the hard floor, the trophies pushed over, pieces of gold and metal bending and breading upon contact with the surface. Many of these items were likely irreplaceable and sentimental.

The well arranged room quickly looked like a hurricane had gone through it. The bedding and clothing had been tossed over the balcony and out the back window. People from below were yelling and complaining about the sudden downpour of items and fabrics. Yelling up at the Fraternity brothers who were quickly killing the party's whole vibe.

“That's it!” Tank shouts, with spit coming from his mouth, he holds up his hand high and snaps his finger, the ringing causes the Gamma’s to stop, then look over at Tank with a bewildered gaze

“Did you just… snap at us?” Burley squinted his eyes dangerously

Tank looked regretful, he swallowed hard and stood his ground “Yes! You’re acting like a bunch of wild animals!”

“You’re one to talk! You were nothing but the muscle!” Slouch belittled him and his relationship with Bradley. “You’re so whipped you’re defending that traitor and turning against your own brothers!”

“You guys are out of control, We have to keep it together or this whole fraternity is going to fall apart!”

“It’s falling apart because of that fraud!” Slouch roared “I can’t believe we followed around an Omega this whole time!” Burley grinds his teeth 

Max piped in to help defend Tank against the hostiles “If you're all turning on him over his presentation it's no wonder he kept it to himself!” Max argued “you guys are acting like he's a whole different person!”

“Shut your trap Freshi! We're the laughing stock of the school! No, the whole state! A bunch of weak spinless Alphas being led by that Knotbreaker!”

Max felt the angry rumbling in his throat at the use of such a derogatory word towards Bradley, he could feel his fur standing on end.

“You’re pushing it baby, don't make me knock your block off!” Tank warned him, waving his fist around

“Hey, remember that meditation Tank!” Bobby patted his arm, being the one calming presence while seven Alphas stood their ground, each one ready to fight at the smallest offset.

“If I ever see him on this campus again I’m going to put him in his place!” Burley swore with conviction.

“You wouldn't dare!” Max looked madder than Bobby had ever seen him, even Lester the Possum couldn't bring out this level of hostility from the young Alpha.

Slouch stepped forward, daring Max to do something “And when im done he would thank me for it”

Max didn’t know what had gotten over him, but for a moment his vision went completely red, when he came back to his senses a few seconds later Burley was on the ground, on his back, getting his face wailed on by Max’s bloodied fists.

“Woah! No one beats up on a Gamma Brother!” Slouch announced, his voice was slurred from the alcohol, he grabbed a large encyclopedia from Bradley’s bookcase, He threw it towards who he thought was Max, but the heavy book flew by Larry, grazing his pompodored haircut before it hit into a window, smashing the glass and sending the book out onto the front lawn.

“AY!” Larry yelped in anger, he lunged at Shorty, who he assumed had tossed the book at him, he picked up the shortest Alpha and ran him over Bradley desk, knocking everything off before tossing him into the book shelf which began to teeter totter.

The heavy shelf fell toward, landing onto Tweed's foot. He yelped loudly, bouncing around on one foot while he held onto the one that was in pain. 

Tank tried to hold the brothers apart, keeping Lerry and Shorty at arms length as they tried to claw at one another. 

“You use too much hair spray! It chokes out the whole house every morning!!” Shorty vented

“You’re goatee is ugly! And when you save you never clean up the hairs!” Larry shot back

“Guys! Remember the Gamma pledge!” Tank tried to quell the fighting

As Tweed bounced around on one foot he jumped right onto Slouch's tail, who hollered and bit down onto Tank’s calf, making the man scream out in pain and kick his foot leg around, trying to get the gremlin off of him.

Without Tank Shorty lunged at Larry and started to pull his hair while sitting on his shoulders. Larry took one of Bradley's bent trophies and began smacking Shorty with it, though he still didn’t stop messing up the taller Gamma’s hair due.

Slouch was kicked off Tank's leg and flown at Tweed, hitting the big foot looking Alpha right in the face “I’m sick of you cheating off me in English!” He accused

“Well your trench coat makes you look like a pervert who goes around flashing people!” Tweed growled

“You said it looked good on me?!” Slouch wailed in shock

All hell broke out, the highly emotionally volatile day mixed with the alcohol was an igniting force that combusted into violent outbursts. It was cathartic in that they’d all work out their bottled up confusion and turmoil, venting their years of frustrations towards one another.

Max had knocked Burley's stupid indoor sun glasses off of his face and to the floor, snapping the bridge of them into an unusable state. showing his intensely angered eyes.

Burley swung his arm wide, balling his hand into a closed fist then colliding it into the side of Max's muzzle. The collision caught him off guard, making Max lose his balance and fall to his side off of Burley. He felt a cut in his upper lip where his tooth had punctured the skin. He spit out the blood and readied himself for another assault.

Max noticed just in time to see the muscular Gamma kick his knee up into Max's side, slamming it right into the freshman's ribs. Max coughed out from the pain and rolled to the side to avoid a second hit. He got onto his hands and knees, then charged full force towards Burley, grabbing around his middle and running him directly into a wall where a hole was formed from the impact.

Max reeled his arm back and punched the Alpha again, the crack of the connection caused Bobby to wince as bloodied spit shot out from his lips. Burley landed in a corner where a potted plant was broken by Burley's weight.

Burley jumped at Max, landing a hard punch in his gut, causing the wind to be knocked out of him, he stumbled backwards over the broke down door, tripping over it and falling back into the hallway where the onlooking who weren’t smart enough to leave sooner started scattering

Burley jumped out of the doorway and was falling onto the Goof. Max, thinking fast, kicked his legs up, throwing Burley to the side, his knees threw him down the hallway. Max turned onto his stomach and charged again, leaping towards Burley he threw them both down the stairs in a violent tumble.

They both rolled, taking turns hitting their backs against the solid wood steps before reaching the bottom. Max rolled off hitting his back against the living room's solid wooden table, knocking over drinks and causing the party guests to complain and scatter to avoid getting entangled in a fight with Alpha’s.

Bobby came running down the stairs after his friend, his hands on his head as he watched the battle, feeling completely at a loss of what to do and wishing he hadn’t taken all those bong rips earlier. “Stop it man!”

Max stood up first, using the Gamma’s table to hold himself up. He glared at Burley who slowly rose up from his knees as well, they both scowled at one another, bearing their teeth in hostility, neither were ready to end this fight so soon.

Good, Max was eager to make this fucker bleed.

They both ran towards one another, Max getting the first punch in, socking burley in his massive jaw, making him lift off the ground and swing backwards from the force of the hit.

Max shook out his hand while Burley composed himself again, his vision having gone shaky from the hit. Despite the way his knuckles burned from the impact, Max wanted to do it again.

Burley looked at him intensely as they both ran at one another again, Max thinking he had dodged the Gamma’s attack only to realize the bait and switch as Burley traded him punches, this one hitting Max right against his eye. He swiped his leg under the freshman, knocking him onto his back, taking his head and slamming it against the hard wood floor that was now dented. Max was seeing spirals, as if the room was inside of a vortex tunnel.

“That's all you got, champ?!” He spat blood out of his mouth as he said the name, his brown eyes looking red in the lighting, feeling as though he had the advantage.

“You fucking wish” Max grabbed the neckline of Burleys wife beated, he pulled his head back and with full force he drove his head right into Burley’s nose, feeling it break against his skull.

“Ah!” Burley yelped “You fucker!” he pulled back, climbing off max and holding his snout in his hands, he whipped the blood from his nose.

“All for some bitch that wouldn’t let you knot if you were the last cock on earth” Burley spat at the mention of Bradley

“I wouldn’t knot that fucker if he begged me to anyway!” Max snarled, as true as the statement was he was fine with it being that way, he just wanted to fuck up some chauvinist Alpha that had gotten too bold and needed to learn a lesson.

Burley seemed to doubt that, smirking a bit then forcing a little chuckle “Good, he's about to become some rich old breeders PuppyMill anyway so its best you don't imprint on him”

Max was seeing red again, he ran forward, falling right into Burley’s trap. The bald Gamma swung his arm up and into Max’s still tender ribs. He ran forwards, out the front door and breaking the railing of the deck as he threw Max and himself off it. Max landed on the grass with a hard thump, hearing people screaming around them for the violence to stop.

As Burley went to throw a punch Max clamped his teeth down on his biceps, sinking his flat fangs into the other Alpha’s muscle and tearing at it, his fists punching Burley in the side while he's battered from above. It seemed like the fight would be going on for hours with neither of them willing to submit to the other.

Max and Bruley were both brought back to reality by flashing red and blue lights. While their Alpha instincts were strong and their desire to maul one another intense, their desire to not be in jail overruled that.

“It's the fuzz!” Someone shouted from a distance

“EVERYONE SCATTER!!” Bobby howled loudly before running himself, everyone began making their way off Gamma property at whatever pace they could manage.

Burley left with one last kick to Max’s side “We're not done here Freshi!” He pointed, “Count your blessings I didn't end you tonight!” Burley threatened as he ran off, not wanting to pick up any assault charges.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Max rolled onto his stomach then stumbled towards the board he remembered stashing in the bush. He saw a cop quickly running up to him, as a participant in the fight he was the prime target for arrest.

Trouble was, he was drunk and only 19 years old. So getting caught was out of the question. He quickly bolted down the road, the cop nearly having him before Max hit the placement, tossed the red board down and whisked away on it. The cop gave chase for a minute before turning to target someone easier still lingering at the party.

Once he got a safe distance he disboarded and jumped over a large fence into the neighboring sororities yard. Even their house was still active, as everyone seemed to be up late on this exciting night. He waved at the girls who recognized him from their windows “Oh my God that's Max Goof!” 

He waved back at them as he ran by, watching them swoon and giggle with love in their eyes.

Once he got back to the road he jumped back on the board, not a cop or cruiser in sight. He was thankful he had a set of wheels nearby, feeling he’d be sleeping in the slammer tonight without it. He promised himself that he would return it to whoever it belonged to.

He quickly made his way back to the dorm, going inside and thinking himself home free. He hoped Bobby and PJ made it out of there alright. He was tempted to go out to look, but he decided he had been involved in more than enough trouble tonight, he didn't want to risk pushing his luck, if that meant getting into a fight with another Alpha or getting caught by the fuzz.

He got into his room and kicked his shoes off, leaving the red board leaning up against his blue one. He briefly wondered who it belonged to as he saw a few neat decals with only minor wear and tear on them. One sticker said Skate or die , with another saying built for balance . There was even a Powerline one though the edges were bent up like the owner had been picking at it.

He wondered which Gamma had the good taste, he hoped it wasn’t Burley.

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IMPORTANT!

I am changing Vickies name to Mocha! it's just coming more naturally when I am writing her! I will go back and edit my fic to fit. Sorry for the confusion!

Chapter Text

Max woke up with the worst body pains he'd ever felt. Not only was he hung over but his very bones were protesting every movement he made.

He tried to will himself back to sleep through sheer stubbornness. He just wanted to be unconscious through the aches and pains but his bladder felt like it was about to burst. He groaned knowing trying to fall asleep like this was futile, he was just prolonging the inevitable. He would have to bite the bullet and muster all his will power to get up.

He groggily opened his eyes, only enough to squint, even the dark of their room was still too bright. Despite the curtains being drawn he could still see the light cutting through the middle where the fabric wasn't quite closed all the way.

Max could hear his friends snoring from the other side of the room, he was relieved that they'd made it back although he knew they would, it wasn't their first frat party and they had more than a few close encounters with the cops.

He rolled himself out from his bed, his legs barely had the power to hold himself up. He had pushed himself so hard yesterday at the race, in addition to the fight his entire body was running on empty. He sluggishly dragged himself towards the bathroom, narrowly avoiding tumbling over the wreckage in their room. Now that the X-Games were over they’d have to focus on the things they’d been letting slide for far too long.. Like homework, studies and of course, cleaning.

Max kept his eyes shut but the artificial light from the bathroom bulb still burned through the thin skin of his eye lids, making his head hurt. He only dared to peek to ensure he had the right aim.

Once he finished Max turned to the sink, putting his hands under the running water. The bathroom was cramped, the floor littered in dirty damp towels that were starting to smell of mildew. The dorm room was designed to be as small as possible to ensure the campus could squeeze as many students into one building as possible. Their three man unit was actually on the bigger side, the double and single rooms had even less space to move around in, but maybe it balanced out with less bodies to fill it. But the cramped space was a worthwhile trade for cheaper rent, what kind of student wanted to be in their dorm all day anyway when the whole campus was rife with excitement and opportunity.

The only fun to be had in their room was video games and sex. Otherwise it was mostly late night cramming and homework.

Max flinched as he felt the water suddenly burning his skin as he had nearly dozed off in front of the sink. The subtly increasing heat of the tap water had lulled him into comfort before slowly burning his fingers. He flicked his hands around as the pain died down, it wasn’t anything serious, just momentary discomfort before the pain retreated.

With his eyes now wide open from the shock, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror over the sink. He had to admit, Burley had given him a good whooping, but he could tell by his sore and chaffed knuckles that at least the pain would be shared. He smiles vindictively thinking about Burley waking up in a similarly shitty and sore state, he hoped the asshole was feeling every punch!

Max turned the cold tap all the way up as he filled his hands with the refreshing water and tried to drink what he could out of his cupped hands before it drained through the cracks between his fingers. His throat felt coated in fine grains and dirt from the dirty smoke he had inhaled yesterday.

He had noticed his nose still wasn’t picking up any scent, despite breathing fine. He considered going to the campus nurse later if it didn’t improve.

He thought about all the X-games participants who were probably feeling sore today, Tank, even Slouch, although he didn’t make it past the first trial, would be exhausted. But the Beta’s who never made it to the finals probably had it a lot worse, their muscles wouldn’t heal as quickly, nor would they be as tolerant to the pain.

Max briefly found himself hoping Bradley wasn't suffering too much physical discomfort, but he knew realistically he must have been. His injuries looked the most severe even in their early state.

Max inspected his own injuries a little more closely. It wasn't a pretty sight but he was sure that bald headed idiot Burley looked worse for wear. Sure Max was bruised and swollen in places, but it would heal within a week, the benefits of being an Alpha. Max pulled away from the sink, still feeling quite proud of himself for his battle wounds as he went back into the main room of their dorm.

He was looking forward to laying back in bed and sleeping through the whole healing process. It was the weekend, which meant he had no classes for two whole days, so he could get plenty of rest. After such an intense Friday, he suspected campus was going to be pretty quiet anyway.

Before climbing into bed he noticed again the slit in the curtains that was letting the sunshine in, the small sliver of light focused directly onto his pillow. He felt irritation crawl up his spine knowing his pillow would be uncomfortably warm before he even laid on it. He shuffled himself towards the window, deciding nothing would get between him and a good sleep, not today!

He grabbed the edges of the curtain, briefly looking out onto the campus courtyard, seeing the mostly empty roads as everyone had left for weekend trips or decided to stay in, a big moving van parked outside the Gamma house, some students were sitting under the trees, or walking down the main campus pathway. He shut the curtains quickly before pausing in front of the window, letting his hung over mind catch up with what his eyes had seen

Max threw the fabrics open again a little more dramatically then was called for, bathing the whole room in the sun's aggressive shine.
His friends hissed like vampires in their beds, pulling up the sheets over their heads to shield their eyes from the intense light.

“Ahhh!! My eyes! My eyes!” Bobby protested, rolling around under his blanket like he was set on fire. “It burns!”

“Come on man! Shut the window!” PJ whined, putting his fluffy pillow over his face.

Max ignores their whining, looking out the window to confirm what he thought he saw, a moving van parked outside the Gamma house.. Just big enough to move out a single room's worth of stuff.

Max wasn’t too hung over to put together what this meant.

All that slothfulness he was feeling was suddenly gone as he turned on his heel and leapt over the mess on his floor. He was lucky to still be dressed in yesterday's jeans, otherwise he might have left the room in his boxers. He stepped into his shoes, his heel flattening the backs as he grabbed his board and left the room in a hurry.

Max jumped down the stairs five at a time, rounding the multiple corners as he descended to the ground floor.

He leapt out the doors, jumping over the final set of stairs again and putting the board under his feet. He sped off in a hurry, kicking his foot against the ground until the trees and people blurred around him.

Max's skateboard brought him to the Gamma house in record time, he ignored the protesting of his muscles, which were exhausted from the over abundance of roller sports as of late.

Max saw two movers carrying out a dark brown leather accent chair. It looked too fancy to belong to your average frat boy so Max concluded It had to be Bradley’s.

Max skates right towards it, even as the movers voiced their alarm and tried to avoid his path. Max leapt off his skateboard, letting it slide under the chair and down the side walk while he landed on the chair with enough force to rip it out of the movers grips, the impact and weight too much for betas to withhold.

“Oh no, not another one” one of the movers sighed dramatically, stepping away from the chair and pinching his brows in frustration.

“We're just doing our jobs!” The other man protested in exasperation but Max stayed put in the chair anyway.

“Well take an early lunch!” Max demanded while stubbornly crossing his arms and kicking his legs up on the arm rest

“What is going on now?” The lone Alpha of the movers pack came out from the Gamma house, walking quickly towards Max

“Another Alpha is giving us trouble, Boss!” A beta mover complained

“I don't think this one even lives here!” the other beta waved his hands dramatically, his annoyance hitting a peak.

Max wore a determined expression “Where is Bradley? I need to talk to him!”

The workers frowned, wondering why this young Alpha was presumably on a first name basis with one of the city's top Alphas.

“Mr.Uppercrust has better things to do than supervise us” One of the movers glared, as if that was obvious.

“What's he got to do besides nurse his wounded ego?” Max knew he was being a bit hypocritical, he hadn't left his dorm after his embarrassing display at the qualifying rounds. But it felt too cowardly for Bradley to just hide, not after he admitted defeat with such grace and was prepared to be his towel boy without trying to worm out of it.

One of the most surprising things about Bradley was that he wasn’t a sore loser, that had really caught Max off guard.

It made Max angry that Bradley was hiding now. What did he have to do now that he intended to drop out of college? his schedule should be completely freed up to move out of his own damn room!

The workers looked at each other with slight alarm, wondering who the hell this kid thought he was to speak of The Bradley Uppercrust this way.

“Call his assistant if you have an issue but let my guys get back to work” the Alpha puffed out his chest to assert his dominance over the situation.

“Bradley doesn't have an assistant..” he groaned and rolled his eyes when he realized the miscommunication “I obviously meant his son! The Third Bradley!” Max clarified, finding their naming tradition so inconvenient.

“Jeez, How many Alpha’s did this Omega have?” One of the movers whispered to his Co-worker as he leaned against the moving van, relaxing as their boss dealt with the issue at hand.

“I wouldn’t expect an Uppercrust to be such a Knot-slut” His co-worker responded.

Max's ear twitched, but before he could speak, the boss of the crew snapped his head around to face them, taking his focus off Max.

“Mr.Uppercrust would have your throat if he heard you talking that way about his son!” The Alpha growled.

Max noticed the constant appeal to Bradley's dad, like insulting Bradley the third would be acceptable if not that his dad would be mad about it.

“Bradley wasn't–We never did anything” he tried to make the man understand, but it seemed a lost cause. Just because an Alpha and an Omega knew one another didn't mean anything was happening between them.

“Bradley hated me. I didn't even know he was an Omega” he admits

The crew looked confused, and Max immediately knew they were trying to figure out how someone didn't know they were in the presence of an Omega.

“He was really good at hiding it!” Max defended, feeling some shame from the elder Alpha.

“I would have been able to tell” the Alpha sounded so confident and so critical of the student for not finding it out sooner. “So few Omega's in the world Alphas can't even tell when they're in the presence of one anymore!”

“Well, you're just underestimating him!” Max argued back, he wasn't some idiot, none of the Gammas were, Bradley was just.. resourceful.

“Listen kid, I don't care what's been going on here. We're just following orders and doing our job” the man's patients was running thin

“Well, that is not Mr.Uppercrusts room you're emptying out! And this is not his stuff! Did Bradley the third say you could take it?” Max argued, his arms getting more animated as frustrations built up

“Mr.Uppercrust is on the lease and owns the majority share on the Gamma Muu Muu Alumni’s deed. He requested we clear out the Master bedroom and that's what we're going to do” the mover explained with no room for discussion. He grabbed the side of the chair Max was still laying on, lifting it with Max still perched in its seat. He walked it over to the moving van and shoved it into the open door, leaving the crew of betas to wonder why they were even here.

Max growled as he jumped out of the chair. His protest through blockade now rendered completely void. He could throw his Alpha weight around with Betas, but with a senior and stronger Alpha his influence was lessened.

Before he could think of something clever to say to the boss Max noticed Tank come out of the Gamma house, following after one of the annoyed looking workers carrying a stack of boxes.

“Tank!” Max called, getting the other students' attention. He jumped out of the van he had been moved into “What's going on man? You're not going to let them take all Bradley's stuff!?”

“What am I supposed to do? Brad's dad sent them” Tank informed “They’re clearing out his room, Not that there is much to take now” Tank admitted with a worried look, Bradley the second was probably rich enough to not care about the thousands of dollars in broken furniture, but if he decided to be petty against the Alpha’s his Omega son was rooming with.. Well it could cause them some trouble.

“He can't be serious!” Max yelled at Tank like it was somehow his fault. “He hasn't even been gone for a full day, should at least give him time to think about it!”

Max realized that was exactly why things were moving too fast, he knew Bradley senior didn't want Bradley to think about it. He wanted his rash decision to drop out to be his permanent one, and it was easier done if Bradley had nothing to come back to.

He had lost everything, his social standing, the respect he had garnered, his metaphorical crown, all of his friends. It was a sad and lonely thought that Bradley's final ties to this campus were just material possessions, which had been destroyed before being promptly removed from the house.

“I think he's already gone, baby” Tank said with a controlled tone, too controlled, like he was trying to hide his true feelings on the matter.

Max grits his teeth together “You must have his number, call him!”

“I tried. I tried callin yesterday and this morning. Ain't heard nothing back” Tank said sternly, not liking the implication that he wasn't doing enough. “He's not coming back unless it's on his terms. Nothing I say would change that, especially knowing how little he thought of m–us” Tank used the majorative to avoid facing the insecurities he felt about his personal relationship with Bradley.

“I guess the feeling was mutual between you guys” Max said with a little ire

“What's that supposed to mean? The Gamma’s were nothing but loyal to him!” Tank insisted "We were practically lap dogs!” The fact was humiliating and hard to admit to.

“You heard how they turned on him when it was found out he was an Omega!” Max growled

“He lied to us all about who he was!” Tank argued back

“If the Gammas knew he was an Omega would they have voted him president?” Max paused, “Would he even be a Gamma?” he wondered

Tank knew the answer, of course not “that doesn't make it okay to lie to us” Tank glared “Not to me”

Max could sense the sorrow, the deep feeling of betrayal and confusion.

“Do you see him any differently?” Max wondered outloud

“Well, I didn't throw him into that blimp.. So I guess I do” Tank admitted, thankful Bradley's dad had stopped him from doing so.

“To be fair, you shouldn't be throwing Alphas into blimps either” Max said with a small chuckle to ensure the topic wouldn't get too melancholy.

Tank sighed “I can't believe he'd rather get his ass kicked then just be honest with me”

“I can” Max said dead pan

Tank gave Max an angry look, like he might be going to the blimp next

“He was a jerk” Max clarified “and, like, so prideful” Max gestured his arms exaggeratedly

“I know it's hard to believe but he was my friend once.. at least he acted like it” Tank said unconvincingly “He wasn't always so..”

“Uptight? High-strung? Aggressive?"

Tank sighed “he wasn't a jerk to everyone” Tank paused “Actually, he wasn't a jerk to most”

“Teh” Max made a scoffing sound “nice to know I got preferential treatment”

“Take it as a compliment ” Tank hummed “He was always competitive and liked a challenge but he never acted like he was actually afraid to lose till you showed up”

Max looked out at the van that was still in the process of being loaded. He breathed heavily as he tried to swallow back the guilt. He didn't want to hear about how he had affected Bradley's behavior. He could still see that moment of fear that crossed Bradley's face at the starting line.

He knew he should have backed off sooner, saw the signs of a deeply troubled individual and put some emotional and physical distance between them instead of being goaded into a game where everyone loses.

“He respected your skills” Tank continued, taking Max out of his guilty thoughts “I think he actually liked you”

Woah!” Max's eyes went big and blush spread over his face, He put his hands up in defense, like he had just been threatened “No way! He hates me!”

“Yeah, he hates you, you drove him nuts” Tank confirmed

“Exactly!” Max felt like his skin was boiling he was going so red

“But you got under his skin in a way I've never seen before” Tank continued “I think he hated that he liked you”

That sounded very relatable to Max. He didn't know Bradley had been feeling a similar way, an uncontrollable magnetism drawing one another in despite their well established loathing.

“Well I wouldn't want someone like him as a mate anyway. So let's drop it”

“Yeah, you could do so much better” Tank said casually, the underhanded comment getting Max a little defensive

“You wouldn't be making all of these assumptions if he was still an Alpha” Max murmured

“Well, context changed”

“Bradley must have known this would happen. It's no wonder he kept it to himself” Max watched a mover carrying out a broken bookcase “His so called brothers turned on him as soon as they knew he was an Omega”

“The boys were just following the most rowdy” Tank looked ashamed, the boys had gone overboard last night, he knew that “They don't really hate him..”

Max's fur stood on end, angry at how Tank tried to defend them “Burley threatened to–”

“Burley isn't a Gamma anymore” Tank stopped Max

“Well.. good” Max was surprised “that was fast”

“Hes been expelled from the Gamma house for leading a coo against the rightfully elected VP after the president was unable to perform his role”

“He deserves more than getting expelled from the Gammas for what he said” Max bit back, it was bullshit an alpha like Burley got to stay on campus while Bradley left.

“I could write him up with the college for participating in that fight, might get him expelled but if he retaliated we might all be in shit for last night. You especially for throwing the first punch”

“He had it coming!” Max insisted, though it was a poor defense even if true

“Burley’s family might not have Uppercrust’s level of influence but he ain’t no nobody” the implication was obvious, Max was a nobody, even as the X-games champ he didn't have the powerful social ties like the families that made up the Gamma Mu Mu brotherhood.

Max's throat tightened, after all he's been through getting expelled was not where he wanted it to end.

“Guess there are two openings at the Gamma house now” Max sighed

“They will be hard rooms to fill after everything that happened” Tank sighed "Have you ever considered becoming a Gamma?”

Max was surprised by the offer. Max had considered it, he thought about Bradley's offer the day they had met, how it would be living under the same roof as Bradley, their rooms next to one another. It was an alluring thought before post nut clarity reminded him what a terrible idea it would be.

Now that Bradley was gone, so was the temptation to become a Gamma.

And It would feel so under handed to join now when Bradley wasn't around anymore. He felt guilty just being asked, like he was taking another space that Bradley had once occupied. He couldn't help but wonder if Bradley had fearfully anticipated this outcome, knowing all he worked for as an Omega in hiding would eventually get scooped up by an Alpha just for their presentation.

“Nah, why would I want a bunch of extra obligations instead of just chilling and eating pizza?” Max casually brushed the offer aside.

Tank laughed "Think about it baby. Brad was good at scouting out new pledges, you'd be a natural fit”

“Eh you're just trying to fill rooms, not as good at the pitch as he was” Max said in jest “Where is the showman ship!”

“I’m rusty okay, Haven't needed to be the talker in— well ever” he admitted honestly, it's why he and Bradley made such a good team. Tank felt a bitter taste invade his mouth at the thought, they weren't a team, he was just a convenient tool for Bradley to use.

The boys heard the shutting of the overhead door, looking towards the moving van to see the crew packing up.

“Yo baby, you guys can't be done already?” Tank cocked his brow, The truck was barely a quarter full and he knew Bradley's room had a lot more than just that.

“We took what we could,” the boss informed as he locked the roller door down “not a whole lot was salvigable”

“You were supposed to take all of it” Tank argued

“We're not a cleaning crew” the man looked unimpressed at the implication he was expected to tidy the fraternity house for these messy brothers.

“wait- at least take the trophies” Max insisted, having noticed a lot of furniture but none of his awards

“They're completely trashed, Mr.Uppercrust has enough trophies, he wouldn't want them if they're all busted up and dented”

“Bradley wants them!” Max pushed, now more than ever he thought Bradley might actually need them.

The mover grumbled “you guys put together a box and I will swing by after the drop and pick it up” he offered

Max felt a sudden wave of displeasure, He hasn't even cleaned his own room in a month, now he was stuck cleaning Bradleys?

Wasn't Bradley supposed to be the towel boy waiting on Max!?

But he didn’t want to refuse the request, he knew he would be upset if his trophy got tossed.. It represented a lot of hard work and determination, even if it was ultimately just a material possession.

“We will take it from here” Tank assured, agreeing to the deal. As president he would have to tidy the mess up anyway, might as well save on a dump run and send everything off to Bradley's house.

“Aren’t the Gamma’s gonna be pissed if I come in?” Max asked Tank curiously.

“Dont worry about them, they got out their anger last night” Tank reassured, not that it was very comforting for Max.

He and the Gammas weren't on great terms, but they were on worse terms with Bradley, so maybe the enemy of the enemy is now the friend?

Tank brought Max back up the stairs, the house looked a lot bigger without the crowds of people all pressed together like sardines.

In addition, the house was in an unlivable state. Not an inch of floor was visible under the solo cups and empty nacho bowls, Besides the small path the movers had created while trailing through the house.

At least the chaos had a light mood, the aftermath of a party was much less ominous than the state of Bradley's room, which looked like it could be the center of a crime scene

It looked like a shell of what it had yesterday, not that Max got to see the end result of the Gammas rampage. The nice furniture was gone, the big book cases, the large wooden desk, the comfortable looking chairs fit for a boss, everything was gone.

The floor was covered in paper, dry wall from big fist sized holes and shattered glass, it was enough for Max to finally fix the heel of his shoe to avoid stepping on the shards.

To the naked eye the floor looked to be filled with garbage, just unimportant documents not worthy of reading, damaged plagues, trophies with the accents broken off and edges dented into ugly, busted up shapes that no longer looked worthy of display or pride.

“Damn” Max frowned at the sight, he hadn’t thought the room would have gotten this bad

“Booze and high emotions wasn't a good mix” Tank agreed to the unspoken thought

“Who knew?” Max said sarcastically, not really one to talk as he'd been in the same state.

Max tried to gather the scattered paperwork on the ground, he felt bad for intruding in Bradley's personal papers, but he couldn't help but let curiosity win over and skim some papers. Most of them were just homework, a big binder that was once filled with completed advanced algebra formulas was now covering the wooden floor.

He found some certificates that were now crumpled and stepped on, but Max thought Bradley might still want them even in the trampled state. So he tried to organize them into a nice pile to hand off after wiping off what mud, dirt and booze he could clean from the once pristine documents acknowledging excellence.

Max took a few extra seconds to read when finding a few papers with alpha profiles. Initially thinking they were potential Gamma recruits before reading their ages, their job titles, their networth, and family health history.

It became obvious what these were, potential suitors Bradley had been looking into.

Max couldn’t believe the caliber of some of these Alpha’s, truly the upper echelon of society. With all the hustle in the world he wasn't sure he’d be able to reach these levels of success.

He decided to shred these, partly out of spite, and partly because he didn't think Bradley would want them anyway.

Max continued to find small unmarked glass vials scattered across the floor.

“Don't break those. Larry smashed one last night and we haven't gotten the scent out of the house yet” Tank complained

“I can't smell it, Think my nose is stuffed from the smoke”

“You should get that checked” Tank suggested with little concern, he could smell fine despite being trapped in the polluted air longer. “The bottles are cologne..” Tank explained “smell just like.. what Bradley smelt like”

Max was a little thankful his nose was taking the day off. He never liked that smell, and he was sure to hate it more now knowing it wasn't even Bradleys.

The idea of Bradley wearing another Alpha’s scent made the fur on the back of his neck stand up.

In the bathroom Max found an orange pill bottle with a missing lid, he followed a path of small round pills leading to the bathroom.

He couldn't tell what they were, the semi-transparent pill bottles were completely scraped of any identifying information. He collected the pills, putting them into the bottle, thinking they might be important. He hoped Bradley didn't need them desperately.

He considered putting them in the box to go to Bradley, but considering their unmarked nature he didn't want to risk Bradley getting into shit by the movers if they were a party drug, or something bought below the counter. He slipped the bottle into his pocket, determined to find his own means of communication.

He tossed out the rest of the bathroom's contents. The nearly empty bottles of shampoo, conditioner, very heavily scented body scrubs, pumice stones, deep pore cleansers, antiperspirants, exfoliating gels, face masks, balms, moisturizers.

Max eventually got too bored to bother reading all these big words of chemicals he didn't even know existed. He was thankful for his much simpler routine, a bottle of three in one and maybe some hair gel if he really wanted to be fancy.

All the questions were getting answered though Max didn't feel particularly great about knowing so many details. One thing was clear Bradey went through a lot to keep up the ruse, making what happened yesterday even more disappointing.

All those years keeping this bizarre lie going and for what? To lose all the progress so close to the finishing line, literal and figurative.

Clearly, all of this was important enough to Bradley for him to keep the ruse going despite the obvious unconvinced of it all.

The box he had filled looked as much like garbage as the stuff in the trash bag, but he thought maybe Bradley would still have use for it.

“Guess that'll be it..” Tank wiped the sweat off his brow, The room was at least no longer a hazard with the floors all cleared. He would leave patching the holes for a later date.

Max turned to the door, staring for a moment at a detail he'd missed yesterday.

The door was covered with inner locks, deadbolts, and lashes. It was no wonder even the two Alphas had struggled to break through last night, it seemed Bradley intended it that way.

“Oh wow..”

Tank frowned hard “yeah, noticed em last night” he looked away, like it hurt to see “He must have been really terrified of us”

The thought lingered in Max's mind. The implications of the locks were sobering.

Chapter Text

“We just have a few more questions for you, Mr.Goof”

Max would never get used to being called that, “Max is fine” he corrected with less charm than the first time he had asked to be called Max.

It wasn't her fault of course, she was just one of the many nursing students he had encountered on his frequent trips to the doctor on campus. He could tell she was nervous as the razor sharp eyes of her professor, a doctor watched for any flaw in her patient care.

“Of course Max” She corrected politely but noticeably unsure of herself as the professor potted down a note “What is your diet like?”

Max was a little wary about answering that, because of course his diet wasn't great. He lived off the freshman's diet of pizza, nachos, noodles and coffee! He already knew where this was going and he wasn’t keen on the conclusion they were trying to make.

“What does that matter!” Max asked defensively.

“Well..” before the trainee could respond, her professor and the ENT doctor stepped up.

“Physically you're fine. There is no infection, blockage, breaks or head trauma that could cause you to lose your sense of smell” She said very matter of fact and clinical

“But I still cannot smell anything!” Max reminded

“I know. This may sound like disappointing news as we are still in the diagnostic stages, but it is a good thing that the cause may not be as serious as we feared” she tried to comfort “Since we have ruled out trauma this is more likely to be reversible” she ensured “But we need to explore all the factors, starting with your life style”

Max slumped a little in his chair, finding the following set of questions pointless to the overall diagnosis. Stress and diet was too mundane to be the cause of his malfunctioning nose. He could survive an inferno, push himself to the physical limits at the X-Games and trade swings with another Alpha but couldn’t handle a little pizza and homework deadlines?

The thought that he would be so affected by small day to day inconveniences while withstanding the X-Games and its aftermath was frustrating.

Max finished telling the doctor everything he could think of that she might find relevant. He answered the questions honestly, though he internally protested wasting time on the topic.

The doctor and her pupil jotted down notes here and there. She looked at Max, sensing his skepticism in their diagnosis technique, she responded to his unspoken protests. “I know it sounds odd for such small things to affect you this greatly, but everyone reacts differently to stress and a poor diet. You’re a freshman, so your life style has taken a drastic change recently, it would make sense for issues to reveal themselves now that your environment has become more stressful”

Max sighed, he guessed he had been feeling very tense after the X-Games. He didn’t know why he felt so rigid when comparatively these were the easiest, most stress free weeks of his College life!

“One more question, are you seeing anyone?” The doctor looked up from her clipboard. The cute nursing student blushed and covered her mouth with her own paperwork.

Max cocked his brow “Now my sex life is causing my nose not to work?”

“Actually, I am more curious if you’ve had a bad break up recently” she admitted “It seemed more polite to ask less bluntly”

“I broke up with my long-time girlfriend about a year ago, I saw her recently, everything seemed normal” he admitted, thinking back on their interaction.

“Could you smell her?” she asked

“No”

“Sometimes, when an Alpha no longer registers someone as a potential mate their senses will dull when around them” She informed, Max had the lingering suspicion he would have known this already if he had an Alpha figure growing up, or went to a private school.

“So, I just don't consider anyone a good mate?” he frowned, wondering if he was that egotistical “Like I won the X-Games and suddenly no one is good enough?”

The nursing student looked a little disappointed by the theory.

The doctor smiled at his conclusion “No no. A lot of older Alpha’s will lose their sense of smell when a long-time mate passes away. It is a part of the grieving process and being unable to move on. If this is the case for you it will gradually go away once you’re body has recognized the suitor is no longer attainable"

“But no one died!” He tried hard to think of who he’d lost recently.

“It is only a theory to be aware of” She began jotting down notes “with instincts nothing is certain and everyone behaves differently. It makes things harder to diagnose”

Max was deep in thought as he ran through the possibilities.

“I will recommend a heavy duty nostril rinse to clear out any mucus, allergens or irritants as a precaution. But I also want you to eat better and try to relax more. I know school is important but so is your health. Try to get your full eight hours of sleep”

“Gotcha” Max said with unconvincing finger guns. What's a college kid supposed to do to relax? He had finals approaching, a social life to keep up with and It wasn't like their tiny room came equipped with a kitchen to cook healthy meals.

It was frustrating not having his sense of smell, food always tasted the best after getting to smell it first, But his love for the savory aroma aside, he felt partly blind without it. He couldn't tell where people were, who was close by, approaching or leaving.

Even emotions were harder to navigate in his peers, without the pheromones to indicate mood people had become harder to read.

He sighed as he took the paper his doctor had given him as his stubbornness subsided slightly. He really didn’t want to be nose blind forever, so maybe he could cut back on the greasy take out and try to be in bed at a half decent hour for his own sake.

He left the building with more questions than answers, staring in a dazed state at the paper he was given, though he wasn’t reading whatever medicine that had been written down, he was deep in thought about admiring someone so secretly he didn’t even know who it could be himself!

“Hey Maxie!” A sweet voice called to him. He looked up from the paper seeing two girls jogging by while waving.

Their greeting had pulled him out of the thoughtful state. If he was secretly pining after someone then he would smell them eventually when they crossed paths, if he couldn't even remember who it was then they mustn't have been very important.

He waved back at the joggers before jumping onto his skateboard and grinding the rail down the building's steps to the flat ground below.

He decided to make the rest of the day a relaxing one, just as the doctor prescribed. And what better place to relax than the best place on earth.

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As soon as Max arrived, the skate park would inexplicably triple in the size of its onlookers.

No matter how busy it was he always knew there would be a ramp for him and the troop, as anyone skating would dismount just to give him space like he was the Skate King,

Max had never been so popular. He was always a pretty awkward kid, a bit of a trouble maker and a rebel. His big teeth were an obvious outward flaw kids would pick on him for, not to mention his embarrassing laugh and an even worse last name, Goofy, making him an easy target.

He always had PJ and Bobby at least, but even then they were a trio of odd balls. At least it was less lonely being outcasted together. He had trouble finding his place growing up, always wanting to be someone important while his confidence and peers told him he wasn’t.

That was until crashing Principal Mazur’s school assembly. His behavior had been so bold he became the talk of the neighborhood for the entire summer, his actions became all the more brazen with every passing day. People weren't very surprised when he presented as an Alpha over the break, after crashing that Powerline concert everyone saw it coming.

The only one caught off guard seemed to be his dad. He never expected an Alpha son and it was obvious he didn't always know how to handle him.

Even the bit of notoriety he got with his Powerline antics was nothing compared to the high he was riding after the X-Games. It was actually a little hard getting used to it. He always wanted to be the center of attention and adored for his own merits, but Imagining it and living it were two very different realities!

He felt important, like for once people could see him as more than the kid who crashed a concert and had a really embarrassing dad. His own passions were being recognized and no one could claim he was leaching off another Alpha’s success. He won the X-Games and no one could diminish that accomplishment. Now he could just ride the wave and enjoy his peace. After his first semester was such an emotional mess he really needed his second year to be more leisurely.

“Yo Max! Show us your moves!” someone requests as Max is just rolling from one edge of the ramp to another, performing little beginner stunts as he simply enjoys the feeling of the momentum and air through his hair.

For once people wanted to see moves that were truly his own, they didn’t want to see how he had perfected Powerline's signature dance and mannerisms, or how he could lip sync every verse without flaw. They wanted what only Max could give them, his skate talents, his skills, the thing he has worked hard for and made him truly unique.

Upon reaching the edge of the halfpipe Max leapt vertically on his board, balancing himself as he stretched out like he had during the qualifying rounds.

He fell back onto his board as the balance began to wane, the move was a tough one to perfect.

“Oh the hand stand!” someone gasped

“I died when he did that at the games!” an excited voice added

“That's so cool!” The whole crowd was eating it up

He chuckled to himself as he listened to the excited ooh’s and awes, he liked knowing what people thought of him, and liked entertaining them. They gave him attention and in return he gave them a great show!

“Tch, is that it?” Max heard one unenthused onlooker among the sea of praise, he looked to the audience to see where the negativity was coming from.

“What a one trick pony”

Max moved too fast on his board to get a good look at individual faces, but he was determined to find the source of the unimpressed people. He was on pretty good terms with everyone, besides maybe the Gamma's.

But even they'd never show their faces at the skate park, not after the shame they brought to the sport.

Max stopped on the base of the ramp, looking towards the audience for the source of the mockery.

He recognized an Alpha named Wrench from when he was announced at the semi-finals. One of the participants Max had a little tiff with in the locker room. He was the lead of team 87, they had been the first team disqualified at the rock wall event after Wrench mysteriously lost his footing.

The three members of team 87 watched with judgmental eyes and mean smirks. Max easily concluded their moods were based on jealousy due to their own poor performance that day.

He felt a rush knowing he had the upper hand, the trophy, the glory. He was so high above them even if they tried to bring him down, they couldn't.

“Oh is the no trick pony jealous?” Max mocked with a big grin “Looks like you're half way to the glue factory after your performance!”

PJ and Bobby jumped onto the ramp to back up their pack lead. They stood above the other team, looking down at them from their platform.

“Big talk when your only accomplishment was dethroning that Omega!” Wrench shot back. “You couldn’t beat an Alpha with those parlor tricks. Why don't you try skating against someone your own rank?”

Max felt the vein on his forehead intensify as he glared “If Bradley was such easy competition, Why didn't you beat him?”

“We all know that Omega was cheating” The senior gestured to the crowd. “He set it up so he would be facing the weakest team in the finals. That was yours”

It made Max's skin crawl when he heard other students belittled Bradley to just the status of his presentation. Bradley had always led with his name, it was clearly a point of pride and defined his self-worth. Regarded as just The Omega didn't sit well with Max. He had a feeling Bradley, the guy who couldn’t even stand being called Brad, would be particularly irate knowing this is how people were referring to him in his absence.

Mentions of the famed Bradley Uppercrust the third had lessened as days passed; State College's Golden Boy, the prematurely named Valedictorian of his graduating class, the X-Games multi-time champion, The Campus King, someone who had been on the top of the Deans list since his first week was talked about like an old folks tale now.

Max stomped on the end of his board, catching it in his hand as it flipped up “You just couldn’t handle a few extra obstacles” Max smirked “it was nothing we couldn't deal with, but I understand some might not be up for the challenge”

“Don't get used to that pedestal. Now that the scheming Omega has been kicked out everyone is gunning to fill the spot he left behind” Wrench announced.

“Teh, you mean the one I already filled?” Max added pompously “Face it, nothing changed for you. You just get to lose to someone else from now on” Max brushed his shoulders in an uncaring gesture.

He didn't want to waste his time on the hurt egos of some sore losers. He turned to leave, controlling the duration of their little interaction.

“Ha, beginner's luck!” The other Alpha laughed loudly trying to have the final say even after Max had ended their interaction and moved on “Enjoy your summer break, you’re going to have some real competition at the Winter X-Games” Wrench threatened as he and his team walked off in the opposite direction.

Max hadn’t really been thinking about the next games. He was just trying to relax and enjoy his victory, he didn’t realize the push to one up himself would come so soon.

But if the other teams were already practicing maybe he should too. He wasn’t as adept at winter sports as he was in the summer category. It wasn't like he was some rich boy that could go to where the snow was whenever he pleased.

How lame, it wasn't even summer vacation yet and he already needed to worry about the winter! Max walked past the ramps with his board still in hand, nothing like killing the good vibes with more strenuous competition.

“Aw hell yeah!” PJ piped up from beside him, to everyone's surprise he was very hyped about this interaction “Round two here we go!”

“Dude, how can you have so much energy already?” Max cocked his brow “If I never see another white finish line it will be too soon”

“I didn't get to the finish line man, I want a re-do!” PJ complained

“I didn't cross the finish line either, you don't see me complainin” Bobby shrugged

“I didn't even get past the starting line let alone finishing!” PJ retaliated

“Come on Peej, no one sees you as any less of a winner. You helped us get to the finals!”

“Yeah big whoop” He shrugged “I wasn't training for the year just to get kicked out right before the big finally”

“Relax man” Max patted his friends back “We're gonna win the winter games no problem!”

“Aw right! I can't wait for Hockey, it'll be just like how we did it on the streets!”

“You guys better not be thinking about training all summer” Bobby warned “I have some serious chillaxing to catch up on. Just me and my van out across the country to a new beach and new babes every day”

“I'm going to spend some time back at home, Mom said she’d set up an air mattress on one of the bowling lanes for me to sleep on” PJ said sounding very unenthusiastic “I think Mocha is sharing a room with Pistol” he rolled his eyes at his parents strict nature

“You better have perfected your strike by the time you get back” Max chuckled

“Think they'll have bowling in the events?” Bobby laughed

“What about you Max?” PJ asked as Max didn’t offer it freely “You always got some hair brained planned lined up”

Max thought for a moment “eh, I might just hang out around here” he shrugged, hoping they wouldn't react too strongly to such a boring answer.

“Bro that sounds super lame” Bobby frowned

“Hey shut it! My dad just started giving me space! I don't want to go back home and encourage old bad habits!” he reasoned

“You really have to face your old man, man” PJ insisted “you can’t just keep avoiding him”

“I'm not avoiding him. He's got a new girlfriend, and school, I got my own life. It's going well for us, we're just too busy to talk much”

“You're still pissed about the X-Games fiasco” Bobby displayed a moment of impressive perception.

Max rolled his eyes, knowing not to get into this discussion with the boys. They couldn’t understand the boundaries Goofy had crossed no matter how many times he tried to explain it. He didn't hate his dad, but he wasn't ready to act like everything was normal either.

“There is plenty to do around here, I’ve barely spent any time off campus grounds. I’m going to find some holes in the wall and see what the night life has to offer. Besides, with the Powerline concert coming up I want to be well rested” It was a good excuse to relax, though he was also concerned about regaining his ability to smell.

Bobby whistled and rubbed his hands together “I can’t believe Powerline actually stuck with his guns man, that's crazy”

“Dude you’re going to kill it out there! I'll have every one of my dad's TVs is tuned in!”

“Oh, you guys will have better seats than that” Max grinned wide.

“Dude..” Bobby lifted his glasses to read Max better, ensuring he wasn't just pulling their legs

“Noo way!” PJ gasped, his ears perked up with excitement

“Yeah” Max said casually as he put his arms behind his head “I pulled some strings” truthfully he had asked Tevin very awkwardly, afraid of coming off as greedy, if his friends could come too.

It was much less cool then he played it off as.

But luckily for him Tevin was a cool guy and offered him three extra tickets for all of team 99.

“Dude no waay-hay-haay!!” Bobby tossed his arms up then fell forward against Max, hugging him like he was simultaneously melting in his arms.

“It just felt right, you guys were right there with me. Without you I never would have won!” Max insisted as he helped Bobby back to his feet.

“Let's make this summer one to remember” he grinned, raising his hand into the air, the boys followed suit, slapping their palms together “let's do it to it!”

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Here are the faces of all the characters that don't have canon names so i had to name them! Besides Bradley and Tank of course