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The problem with Patrick was that he was incredibly spiteful. He doesn't think he can 100% pin-point the time where it started, but he's almost certain it started at the age of seven when his brother, Kevin, called him a weak omega for being too scared to climb the tall oak tree in their backyard.
If Kevin hadn't said anything that day, Patrick wouldn't have climbed to the very top just to prove his alpha brother wrong. Though it did result in Patrick crying several seconds after reaching the top, and having his parents buy a ladder from Home Depot that day to get him back down, but regardless Patrick proved his fucking brother wrong, and that was all that mattered to lil' Pat.
As Patrick grew up, the more people he wanted to spite, he ate large amounts of food to spite his friends, blue shelled Kevin in Mario Kart more times than he could count, and fucking jacked off to My Little Pony to spite Joe out of twenty bucks.
Yeah, sometimes it was a bad, so bad in fact that he almost died because of it. He noted to himself to never drink dirty mud puddles for only thirty dollars ever again (he could've gotten hepatitis C from that puddle).
But a small part of him was glad that Kevin made fun of him all those years ago, because he was an omega, he faced some shit on a day to day basis.
It wasn't so bad in his childhood, sure he got bullied out of the swings and had some food stolen from him because of his biological hierarchy. It wasn't that big of a deal to him back then because usually Kevin or even Meagan would be next to him defending their little brother from asshole kids that thought they were better than an omega with a small scar above his eyebrow.
Middle school and high school was when Patrick wished he was just born as a boring beta. Betas asked him how it felt take it up the ass or would point to his belly asking if he was pregnant already. Alphas would look at him like he was a piece of meat, or slap his ass in the hallway (he owed Joe a lot of vinyls for protecting his ass from alphas that had implied wanting to "meet-up" at the back of the school).
No one believed that Patrick could be anything, other than a dumb, pretty looking omega that clung to the side of a rich alpha. Students and teachers alike never expected anything amazing from Patrick. He was rarely taken seriously, even when he was right, it was barely acknowledged.
It made Patrick so tired and frustrated. He so desperately wanted to prove all of them wrong, to see the looks on their faces as he reached success on his own and became someone more than just a fertile ditz. He wanted to spite everyone that thought of lesser of him.
So after Patrick had graduated from high school, he decided to work his ass off.
He ended up graduating college two years earlier with a major in both physics and chemistry and maxing out on credits in the second trimester of his sophomore year of college and ended up with perfect scores on his finals and his research papers. He was easily one of the top students, much to the confusion of nearly every alpha and beta on campus.
It was hell for Patrick, easily the worst two years of his life. He's pretty sure half of his floor wanted to bone him or at least stick their fingers in his ass. He had a part time job in retail where he basically got hit on whenever he breathed. When he had his heats, he never left his dorm and never got excused for a quirk he was born with.
There were some nights where he refused to sleep because he was too stubborn trying to figure out a topic rather than going to sleep and understanding it the morning after, there were also some mornings where he was extremely exhausted and boiled his coffee with Monster to kick himself in the ass to function.
It was awful, but you can bet your ass that Patrick fucking smiled on the day of his graduation. He smiled so wide because he knew he did something amazing, something he knew many couldn't believe he did.
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"Patrick.." Patrick felt someone prod at his shoulder
"Nooo.." Patrick whined into his pillow
"Patrick, c'mon you need to move out of your mom's basement"
"Shut the fuck up, Kevin. I've been at Mom's for a week."
Patrick barely had time to react before Kevin poured a pail of ice cold water all over him and his bed sheets. The younger brother spazed out on the bed and flailed his sorry ass off the bed with a thud.
"This is why Mom doesn't fUCKING LOVE YOU, KEV." Patrick spat out from the floor.
"'Preciate the compliment lil' bro," Kevin said with a snort. "Mom wants you to go down and eat breakfast with us."
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Patrick walked into the kitchen, fully dressed in his day clothes, and took a seat by the kitchen island.
"Good morning, Patrick" Patricia greeted him as she prepared breakfast at the stove.
"'Morning, Mom" Patrick sighed as he rubbed tiredly at his eyes.
Megan walked into the room with the daily newspaper by her hip and a stack of letters in her right hand.
"Oi, nerd, you got mail." She said, throwing the entire stack of envelopes in front of Patrick and sitting next to him to read the daily paper.
"What are these?" Patrick asked, picking up the letter on top of the pile and tearing away at the seal.
"Job offers" Megan said, past the newspaper.
Patrick's eyes widened at the stack in front him, "All of them?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yep" Megan replied, popping the "p" at the end.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I checked on my way in. All twelve of them."
Patrick ends spending a good half an hour skimming through the mailed job offers. Five of them were lab technician offers from out of state research labs, two of them actually offered him to be a registered nurse, and four of them actually offered him the job of a scientist in the fields he majored in.
However the one that peaked his interest the most was the letter at the very bottom of the pile. Unlike the other boring white envelopes, this one was a deep navy blue with gold outlining the edges.
Patrick carefully opened the letter by the flap, the letter stayed in one piece, not a single rip appeared on the envelope. He reached inside the envelope, the paper slid out smoothly.
Patrick Martin Stumph
606 Prairie St
Glenview, IL 27486
Dear Mr. Stumph,
We are pleased to offer you a position to work as a Science Teacher at Lady Tiffany's School for the Gifted and Talented. This position is full time of 60 hours a week with an initial pay of $70,416 a year on a bi-weekly basis. Your start date will be August, 5, 2016.
[...]
Please contact us as soon as possible on your decision to accept this position. We believe you will fit this job wonderfully.
"Lady Tiffany's, huh." Kevin said, looking over Patrick's shoulder.
Patricia's shoulders stiffened from the stove.
"Yeah, the pay isn't that bad either." Patrick said, surprised
"You kidding? That pay is ridiculously high for a teaching job.
"Patrick..."
Both Kevin and Patrick looked up from the job offer, and Megan looked up from her newspaper.
"Please don't tell me you're going to work for that school." Patricia said, her back was still turned so it was hard for any of her children read her.
"Mom, you can't be serious, this is a once in a lifetime chance for him." Kevin said, as he straightened his back and directed a scowl towards his mom, "the teachers there are meticulously selected, the chances of getting employed there by applying are slim to none, getting offered is unheard of. "
"Yeah, come on, he could be a scientist anywhere else, but there's only one place he can be a teacher at Tiffany's." Megan joined in folding the newspaper neatly in her lap.
"Stop it both of you" Patricia turned off the stove and turned to her kids, "You both know that it's too dangerous for him."
"Mom, wh-" A look of fear appeared on Patrick's face
"Kevin, you know full well that Tiffany is filled with the stench of alpha, not a single omega has attended there, let alone taught there." Patricia crossed her arms on her chest and stared down her eldest son.
"Which is why Patrick should work there!" Kevin stood behind Patrick and shook his little brother by the shoulders, "He could change history and be like... super duper famous!"
Patrick quietly snickered at Kevin's use of "super duper."
"Yeah, he'll be famous for being the omega that quit after being sexually assaulted by all the alphas." Patricia scoffed
"Not all alphas are bad, Mom."
"Yes, but not all alphas are good, Kevin."
The room was silent as they stared each other down, while Patrick and Meagan snuck glances at one another.
Kevin was the first to give in, "Alright, let's ask Patrick what he wants."
Patricia and Kevin both turn their sight to Patrick, waiting for a response.
Did Patrick wanna teach there? I mean, he didn't really plan to teach at all. He just wanted to be something spectacular, wanted to prove that omegas weren't objects.
But then.
It hit him.
If Patrick became a teacher, he could become an influence on his students. He could teach them to respect omegas and science.
Patrick swallowed, "I wanna teach them."
His mom's face dropped instantly, "Patrick... are you sure?"
Patrick nodded slowly, "I'll be fine, I've dealt with similar things in college."
Patricia sighed, "I know, I just wanna make sure you're okay, you're flying out of state to teach at a place full of alphas."
Patricia faced her youngest son and sniffled, "Please be careful. I'll be here if you can't handle it."
Patricia walked her way around the kitchen counter and wrapped her arms around Patrick.
"I don't want my baby to grow up, I want to protect you forever."
"I know, Mom."