I remembered the stories of resourceful young people who got rich and became famous online even before they came of age.

Do it yourself

16-year-old Mohammed Ali looks like a real businessman - a strict tie, glasses, shiny patent leather shoes. Since the age of 12, he has been earning on his love for computers. His game Project 2006, with a monthly subscription of £6, attracted an audience of three thousand people, although the student did not spend a cent on advertising.

Ali admits that he was too into video games at the time. One day he realized that some of them had already bored him, while others were not worth attention. This led him to the idea that a good game is easier to create yourself.

He began to read books about programming "for dummies" and immersed himself in many hours of watching YouTube tutorials. The game he created was liked not only by him, but also by professional developers - Ali sold it for 30 thousand pounds.

Four years later, he launched a site to find the best deals and products with a curious author's algorithm that looks for really useful things in real time.

This time investors came with a much more tempting offer. Ali met with representatives of an American data processing company and learned that six million dollars were ready to pay for his site. But the amount seemed to him too low. The guy is sure that if at the launch stage they are ready to give several million for his startup, then in the future the price will increase at least ten times.

In the meantime, he earns on the creation of applications and web development, believing that his projects are much more promising than many world-famous services.

Ali continues to live with his parents. Earning well, he prefers not to spend money on a beautiful life, but to accumulate funds for new projects.

Trader from the school corridor

Mohammed Islam from New York does not believe in startups, because no project can exist without money. His passion is gambling.

He was nine years old when his cousin decided to entertain him with stock speculation. Surprisingly, the boy liked to follow the quotes and master the world of adult traders.

As a result, according to him, by the age of 16 he had earned $ 72 million trading stocks right at school breaks. True, having matured a little, Mohammed admitted that he had slightly overestimated his income.

In 2013, the authoritative business publication Business Insider included him in the list of "20 Under 20" - a rating of the most talented young traders around the world. Then Mohammed said that he was attracted by futures for oil and gold, in addition, he occasionally trades in shares of companies with small and medium capitalization.

The young trader bought himself a sports BMW and tried to buy a house to move out from his parents. But he did not take into account that even dollar millionaires are sometimes forbidden to leave home and return from parties after midnight.

When he came of age, Mohammed promised to give himself a gift - to obtain a broker's license and, together with friends, establish a hedge fund.

Dad programmer - grief in the family

14-year-old Nikita Pashinsky from Moldova was constantly reproached by his parents for spending too much time on games. The student sat at the computer for no more than 40 minutes a day, but for a strict family this was not an argument.

The father, a programmer, believed that toys were a pernicious hobby, and his son should have taken up programming. Nikita did just that, but decided to combine business with pleasure by developing a simple Samoliotik shooter. A month after the release of the game on Steam, the student transferred 4.5 thousand dollars to his father's card - the income from the project.

According to the young developer, Samoliotik is just a test sample. The secret of success is simple - the guy collected all the most ridiculous stereotypes about the USSR and combined them, creating a unique parodic atmosphere.

“Father not only stopped being skeptical about my passion for games, now he praises me and encourages me in every possible way,” Nikita proudly said in an interview with the Moldovan edition of Point.

The schoolboy notes that he treats his first game with humor, and now he is working on a truly worthwhile project.

McDonald's polo and golden Bentley

Briton Robert Mfune worked part-time at McDonald's from the age of 16, and then got a job as an "errand boy" in a trading firm. After the lessons, he served tea to employees, along the way learning a lot of useful details from the world of binary options. And in the evenings at home he learned to trade himself. I registered the account for my mother, because I could not wait until adulthood.

In three years, he earned one and a half million dollars. Robert is most proud of the fact that he was able to buy his mother a house. Along the way, the young man bought several more houses in other countries and a couple of coffee shops, as well as a Bentley Continental GT, wrapped in gold film to heighten pathos.

Six months ago, Robert actively led Instagram and constantly published photos of the computer screen, which featured fabulous amounts in his account, but then for some reason deleted the account.

The guy admits that he recalls with horror the time when he studied at the same time, worked part-time at McDonald's and delivered tea to traders. But years of exhausting work have paid off with a vengeance - now his mother does not need to ride the bus, because her own car is parked at her new mansion.

Young hackers looking for money

The group of anonymous hackers OurMine is distinguished by the fact that its backbone is made up of three schoolchildren from Saudi Arabia.

They at various times managed to hack into the accounts of Facebook founder, former and current heads of Twitter Dick Castolo and Jack Dorsey, head Sundar Pichai, co-founder of Twitter and Medium Ev Williams, head of Spotify Daniel Ek, head of Oculus Rift Brendan Irib and head of ! .

For fun, schoolchildren also hacked the accounts of the most popular YouTube blogger Pewdiepie and American actor Channing Tatum. But in general, they are only interested in money and fame.

According to OurMine, they are trying to prove that there is no concept of "security" for popular services. Although they admit that they draw information from numerous leaks, because in recent years the data of users of almost every social network has been on the Internet.

To earn money, the hackers launched a website where they offer potential customers to increase the security of their accounts for five thousand dollars. True, there are still few people who want to use their services.

In one of the anonymous interviews, a member of the group admitted that the group earned 16.5 thousand dollars from services to enhance protection. This means that the client base of students hungry for fame and money has as many as three people.

In the USA, mandatory meetings with teachers are held: parents come to school, get acquainted with teachers, see what and how. At one of these meetings, Brandy, who teaches second graders, handed out notes to her parents with killer information: there will be no homework until the end of the year. At home, you only need to finish what the student did not have time to finish in class. The teacher suggested that parents use the free time to good use: hold family dinners, read books with the whole family, walk more on the street and go to bed earlier.

The mother of one of the students photographed the note.

Many liked the idea, judging by the huge number of likes and shares.

In fact, no homework is required. That's why.

1. Homework is bad for your health

All parents talk about this: the ever-increasing academic workload and stress testing hit the health of children.

• Due to the high load, children sleep less. They stay up late on their books and worry about their grades, which leads to sleep problems. The relation among sleep duration, homework burden, and sleep hygiene in chinese school-aged children ..
• We have healthy schoolchildren. Myopia, gastritis, chronic fatigue, posture disorders - the child probably has some of this.

So, maybe spit on this homework and grades and do something more useful?

2. Homework takes time

Today, children are busier than ever, says Peter Gray, professor at Boston College. They spend too much time at school, then run to the tutors, turn into the section on the way back. The schedule is strictly regulated, every hour is taken into account.

Children learn languages, mathematics, programming. But they have no time to learn life.

Psychologist Harris Cooper conducted research that proved that homework assignments are not very effective: a child will not learn too much information. Toddlers need no more than 20 minutes of extra classes, older ones - an hour and a half Homework in Elementary School..

For comparison: according to our sanitary rules, an hour and a half is the volume for the second class. Graduates can spend three and a half hours on lessons. Almost half a day, and that's after school. And when to live?

3. Homework does not affect academic performance

Alfie Kohn, one of the leading critics of education, wrote the book Myths about Homework in 2006. In it, he said that for younger students, there is no relationship between the amount of homework and academic achievement. In high school, the connection is so weak that it almost disappears if more accurate measurement methods are used in the study. Rethinking Homework..

Not everyone agrees with this. Tom Sherrington, teacher and advocate for the practice of homework, has come to the conclusion that in elementary school there is little benefit from homework, but when students are over 11 years old, lessons help to achieve brilliant results. Homework Matters..

The long-term benefit of canceling homework is not really measurable. The TMISS Research Center found out how much time students spend on homework in different countries. So, in the fourth grade, only 7% of students do not do their homework. How Much of Their Out-of-School Time Do Students Spend on Homework During the School Week .. A small number for analysis.

4. Homework doesn't teach you anything.

School education is completely out of touch with life. After many years of studying English, graduates cannot connect two words, they have no idea in which hemisphere they rest, they firmly believe in strength. Homework continues the trend of stuffing their heads with facts that kids can't apply.

As a student, I worked as a tutor, helping schoolchildren to improve the Russian language. Initially, children could not decline the simplest noun "door". There was only fear in his eyes: now they will give an assessment. I had to devote half of each lesson to the topic “Russian in everyday life”, to prove that we speak like that. For each case, I came up with a sentence. Not like in a textbook, but like in life: “Quiet, you’ll pinch the cat’s tail with the door!” When the children understood that all school knowledge is our world, grades improved dramatically and my help became unnecessary.

Remember how you learned and compare the process with the lessons in . If homework helped bridge the gap between class and life, it would be useful. But it's not.

5. Homework kills the desire to study.

“Doing homework” still means either solving school examples or reading a few paragraphs. In fact, teachers push home what they did not have time to tell from bell to bell. It is so dreary that homework turns into a heavy duty.

Worse than this boredom are only "creative" tasks, which boil down to drawings and PowerPoint presentations. Fresh story from work:

A post shared by Kess (@chilligo) on Oct 17, 2016 at 10:11am PDT

In the task about the starling, it was also necessary to explain the reasons for his sadness. I doubt that the starlings are really worried to tears about the upcoming vacation and will miss the birch trees, but that’s exactly how it should have been answered.

That is, at home, the child should be bored or do stupid things instead of talking with friends, walking and playing sports. And who will love to study after that?

6. Homework ruins relationships with parents

Many parents do homework with and for the children. It turns out so-so.

• The school curriculum has changed, the knowledge of parents is outdated.
• Many parents themselves do not remember simple examples from the school curriculum and try to complete tasks from the point of view of an adult. Children don't know how.
• Parents are not teachers. They did not learn how to explain the material, present it correctly and check it. Often such training is worse than none.
• Homework is constant conflict. Children do not want to do it, parents do not know how to motivate, joint activities lead to a dead end, and all this results in quarrels.

What's good about homework

The problem is not in the homework and not in its quantity. And in the fact that in the finished form, as it is now, it is absolutely useless, it only destroys time and health. You can get results from homework if you reconsider the approach to it.

Homework is done in a comfortable environment, so at home you can find the answer to a difficult question and understand the material. Unless, of course, there is time and energy for this.

If an individual homework is developed for each student, then the student will be able to pull up topics that are not given to him, and develop strengths Homework as an important component of continuing education..

Brandi Young says:

Students work all day. At home, there are more important things to learn, too. You need to develop in different areas, what's the point of coming home and poking around in notebooks?

Do you think homework is necessary?

Stiles never shared prejudice and prejudice regarding the role of omega in this world, was a member of three public organizations that promote the equality of all entities, and acted as a volunteer assistant to the chairman of youth omega policy in the union. In a word, Stilinski had a very firm civic position, which he definitely not influenced by the fact that all potential alpha partners turned out to be complete assholes. Here's not a drop. Stiles was just an extremely conscientious progressive omega who, by the age of twenty-two, had never met not only a true, but even any kind of couple. So it's all very sad. But if you tell him about it, you will first receive a stream of eloquent sarcastic insults, and then, if you don’t shut up and crawl away to lick the psychological trauma, you will also get a perfectly placed right hook. And while you are strenuously proving to yourself and others that omegas should be fragile, delicate, defenseless creatures, Stilinski will take a picture of you and send a photo to his friend’s blog of shame, where Lydia posts alphas, betas and omegas ossified in prehistoric views with extremely shameful captions. Because, remember, Stiles doesn't need a partner to continue to function properly in this life. Now let's skip the politically correct part and focus on the bitter, realistic truth: yes, omegas are indeed able to take care of themselves, but that doesn't mean that a reliable stable alpha around would be superfluous. And in general, since we are speaking frankly, any omega, secretly or openly, dreamed of a strong true union, so that everything would be according to the canons: a house with a fence, a brood of children and a partner you could rely on. Here it is important to clarify that in this scheme there was not a word about the indecently inflated idea of ​​​​infallible love, unhealthy mutual adoration and rampant hormones, inflated by filmmakers; it was about mutual respect, support and confidence in the future, which sensibly approached the choice of alpha, beta and omega could give each other. Stilinski was no exception. Only Stiles is too stubborn to admit this fact, considering himself a self-sufficient independent person is much easier than thinking about the causes of loneliness and ways to eliminate it. That's why Stilinski was overly insistent on telling the East Coast's hottest alpha that snapping his fingers and glaring at an omega barista to bring him coffee wasn't enough. “Dude, come on,” Stiles admonished, watching with a smirk as the word “dude” made the alpha twitch in distaste, “if you smile, people will reach out.” And if you also muffle your disdainful growl, then I may not even spit in your coffee as a sign of deep disapproval of your savage ways. Alpha looked equal parts glossy magazine model and maniac trying out where to hide a corpse, and, well, Stilinski was a little in love. - Faster, - the alpha barked angrily, looking at his watch and tapping his foot nervously. - And call the manager. Ten minutes later, a billed Stiles walked out of Starbucks with a backpack and didn't even feel guilty about giving the alpha a full set of carbs and calories instead of the low-fat latte he ordered.

Scott forgot his inhaler. However, all the slurred garbage in Stilinski's life began precisely with the fact that Scott forgot his inhaler. Stiles went to his friend's office to fetch him what any good unemployed bro would do, and of course ran into that hot alpha there because, seriously, he's just a clinical loser. The solid mountain of muscle didn't even move as Stilinski slammed his forehead into the other's nose with all his might; the crunch of bones was predictably heard - from a hot, furious handsome man, the alpha became a hot, furious, bloodied handsome man. "Look around, man," Stiles advised, rubbing his forehead; an ugly bump is guaranteed to him, if not a concussion at all. - To look around? rumbled the alpha, holding a paper napkin to his nose and managing to curl his thick eyebrows into such a derogatory position that Stilinski snorted in insult. - It you crashed into me. "We can figure out who's to blame as much as we want," Stiles shrugged philosophically, leaning against the wall, because there were a suspiciously large number of black flies in front of his eyes; damn this flimsy omega's health - but the fact remains, you you have to look around. Alpha growled gutturally, but because of this, only the stopped blood gushed out in another local waterfall, so the handsome man had to hastily muffle the sounds and use his mouth to breathe. Employees began to accumulate around them, Stilinski even seemed to hear Scott's babbling somewhere on the periphery, but he did not undertake to assert, quietly sliding down the wall and losing touch with reality. “Someone call an ambulance for omegas,” a weary roar of the retreating alpha was heard. “And make sure the guards don’t let him in the building again.” A day later, having more or less come to his senses in the hospital with a concussion, Stiles was dumbfounded staring at an ordinary cellophane bag from a grocery store, filled to capacity with kiwi, with a laconic note on a piece of paper, brought by a friend: “This is you crashed into me." It remained to be seen how Scott's mysterious asshole colleague knew that Stilinski lost all human form at the sight of a kiwi.

Fun-fuck-tastic," Stiles hissed. Jackson, who was obsessed with his appearance and engaged in some kind of perversion every night alone with a hairdryer, a steam cleaner, a humidifier and a dozen other devices, knocked out traffic jams in the entire house for the fifth time in a month. Stilinski had just made it through the toughest raid and didn't have time to save, and that was a pivotal moment, because the fucking game had been defying for almost two weeks, testing the strength of his nerve cells, and if he had to make a second run, Stiles would blow something. Or, more accurately, anyone. Preferably a cute, arrogant and unbearable alpha from the apartment opposite. Damn Wittmore. Ahead lay a long evening in the dark. I had to tumble out of my cocoon of blankets and walk to a store ten blocks away, because Scott and Allison had used up all of their strategic apocalyptic candle supplies at their last night's rendezvous. And, of course, Stiles Stilinski's law of karma in action: there was not a single candle on the shelves of a huge supermarket where you could find everything except, perhaps, the meaning of life. Here in general. They didn't even have the scented crap Lydia used to decorate her and Jackson's entire apartment. So there wasn't much of a choice, and Stiles sighed and walked over to the flashlight section, probably going to have to spend the last money he had saved. Pulling on the graduate student loan was too much, even with the endless part-time jobs and remote counseling services at the trauma omega counseling site. And while working at Starbucks, Stilinski refused all this, because the money for one shift often came out one and a half times more than for a week of painstaking work in three other coffee shops and cafeterias. Not to mention social guarantees. But after his dismissal, the service sector closed for him once and for all - employers were too scrupulous about omegas: Stiles would be incredibly lucky if at least some third-rate eatery with rats and cockroaches accepted him. In general - the situation became more and more lousy every day. Stilinski has already had two fights with Scott, who bought the groceries and violated their contract by not taking half the price; not that Stiles has anything to give, but that's not the point. And the fact that omegas are able to take care of themselves without the intervention of alphas, even if it comes from a pure heart and with exceptionally good intentions of a best friend. Flashlights were predictably lined with eight racks from floor to ceiling, and to reach the most budget option, you need either a missing stepladder, or a store employee with the same missing stepladder, and after twenty minutes of panting and fruitless bouncing, Stilinski is forced to retreat from the idea of ​​\u200b\u200bbuying a flashlight , although there will most likely be no electricity in the next three days - they have an extremely lazy and indifferent landlord to the problems of tenants. As Stiles turned to leave the department, the hairs on his arms stood on end, his mouth went dry and his guts tangled, which meant only one thing - that hot alpha was somewhere nearby. And there is. As soon as I turned behind the shelf with batteries, the already familiar mountain of muscles unfriendly met with its hardness: this time, the alpha roared and deftly grabbed his shoulder, preventing another concussion from happening. No, Stilinski was sincerely grateful if the handsome man really saved him, and not his nose, so he didn’t even hold back the irritated grunt coming from the depths of his chest. “You again,” the alpha sighed somehow doomedly and walked around Stiles in a wide arc. - You again? Stilinski mimicked, feeling hurt. You might think these are scheduled meetings; Stiles didn't even know the alpha's name, with such meager data, what a stalker! .. Remember, we found out that alphas are complete assholes? Forget it. Alphas are arrogant, smug, impolite, tactless, selfish bastards who can't see past their noses and discriminate against others simply because they were born with slightly more testosterone in their bodies. - Derek! - a second hot alpha appeared nearby on Stilinski's personal scale of hotness; a beautiful slender girl with a tenacious look and powerful energy looked at the omega carefully and smiled contentedly at some of her thoughts. - I'm Laura, - the alpha introduced herself and extended her hand quite friendly; well, if it's possible to be friendly and smirk at the same time. "Stiles," Stilinski answered the handshake in bewilderment, noting that the alpha didn't even politely try to muffle her power, painfully squeezing the other's fingers; Stiles chuckled and pulled his lips into a wide, mocking smile, letting Laura know that he had seen her manners in the coffin and was not going to tremble, as omegas were supposed to meet alphas, nor be scared. - He's just a miracle, - Laura turned to the hot handsome; Derek Stilinski mentally reminded himself. - It's time for us, - the alpha shaved off; and wow, looks like Derek has been annoyed for life, not that it makes him even sexier, but yes, Stiles is turned on. - I was glad to meet such a charming omega, - Laura saw off the handsome man with a sly look and left. Oh, Stilinski would really appreciate it if alphas saved the epithets "adorable", "adorable" and "cute" for kittens and puppies.

Stiles wasn't about to get out of bed, not even because of an earthquake, a flood, or an alien invasion of their sinful souls, not to mention the heart-rendingly ringing phone for the third minute. Yesterday another exhausting shift took place in a shabby bar on the other side of the city, where only the lazy did not try to grope a free omega, and he was damn tired; paid well, and Stilinski really needed the money, because it was already the second letter with a notice of late payments on the loan, there was a week left until the next, final one, and Stiles still had no idea where to get four thousand dollars, so quit even from -for the harassment, disgusting to the whole nature, it was impossible from the word at all. Stilinski spent five days of water soaking in the shower, but he still felt dirty, still unable to scrub the sticky touches and greasy looks off his skin. In general, in a good way, we should pull ourselves together and get into the Internet, find some part-time jobs, but, seriously, four thousand dollars. The only way to get that amount in a week is to sleep with a squandering alpha who foolishly prefers an expensive elite professional prostitute to an average omega who doesn't really stand out from the crowd. I mean, to pay off the loan, Stiles has to get on the TV and become Julia Roberts. Unreal. So all that was left was to lie in bed and suffer without entertainment - the laptop had to be sold, as well as the phone, changing it to the cheapest simple model, but there was still not enough money to cover overdue bills. While Stilinski worked at Starbucks, he constantly dreamed of a place with decent pay and good attitude, but in reality it turned out that it could not be better; plus to this there is also a disappointment in forensic science, reinforced by an unwillingness to continue studying in graduate school, but only at first the father, and then he himself, has already swelled such fabulous money into education that it is stupid and impractical to leave. Stiles was in such a stalemate that he was ready to ask Scott for help, but he fell through the ground, probably hanging out with Allison on their unscheduled sex vacation. Although, perhaps, for the better: it is unlikely that McCall had such a sum, and from innate bro-love Scott will be exhausted, do stupid things, but he will get the money; Stilinski simply doesn't want to take his friend from the alpha successor later and try to explain to his federal father why McCall embarked on a crooked path to a criminal life. The phone didn't stop ringing, and Stiles covered his head with a pillow with a groan - no matter who tried to get through, that person couldn't be more persistent. No, really, at the other end, they don’t understand hints? If the subscriber does not pick up the phone for twenty minutes in a row, then it would already be possible to stop cutting the line. - What? - Stilinski barked into the speaker three minutes later, getting out of bed and hobbled to the bag thrown on the floor (the bedside table also had to be sold). "Hello," a hintingly mocking female voice snorted, "my name is Erica, and I'm calling on behalf of Laura Hale." Stiles automatically hooted, and only then realized what he had heard: - What, sorry? The girl intelligibly repeated, not holding back a clear smirk in her tone. "Um," Stilinski said thoughtfully, "okay?" - You should be at the workplace on the sixteenth by nine in the morning, - Erika informed, - tell your name at the security post, and I will come down for you. Bring a diploma, insurance and a certificate with you. - Workplace? Stiles said weakly. "Workplace," Erica confirmed. - Do not forget: sixteenth, nine in the morning, diploma, insurance and certificate. Did they even recruit secretaries with obligatory hidden causticity in the list of personal qualities? It was possible with a confused interlocutor somehow softer. Stilinski clutched the silent phone in his palm and tried to wrap his head around what the hell had just happened. And wait, Laura hale? In honor of the Hale & Associates company of the same name, where the rest of the Hales were apparently partners, where Scott worked, and where Stiles re-met Derek's hot alpha? Just shine.

Scott is a pathetic traitor. Remember, fix this thought. - Dad, why? - Stiles was indignant into the phone, looking through the payment notice for part of the overdue payment and shaking his fist at the guilty McCall. “Son,” John shamed, “when I let you out of Beacon Hills, we agreed that you would call if there was a problem. - So I have no problems! Scott squeaked from his hiding place and got hit with a pencil for it. "You've made it to the final notice," his father pointed out snidely, and Stiles rolled his eyes; ok, maybe some sarcasm runs in their family. "I had everything under control," Stilinski was quick to assure. - You call losing your job, selling things and eating air for breakfast, lunch and dinner control? McCall, the scoundrel, told me about it too! .. - Promise me, - Stiles was simply indescribably grateful that his father was not alpha, but beta, because all the same soft conversation otherwise could have flowed in raised tones, flavored with a hefty portion of threats and command notes - that you will leave the bar where you are currently working. And if you can't find a legal safe income where you won't be touched without your permission, then call me. “Dad,” Stilinski snapped, because his father had already sacrificed almost everything he had because of him; no matter what anyone thinks, it's hard even for a sheriff to consistently find three thousand dollars a month. "Baby, you're taking on too much," the phone said wearily, and Stiles regretted his emotional outburst, but he just wanted to be on his own, not be tied around his father's neck. - I'm still waiting for the promise. "I promise," Stilinski crossed his fingers because it doesn't count. “You do realize that crossed fingers are a childish ritual that in no way relieves you of the obligation to be true to a given word, don’t you?” John asked mockingly, and Stiles snorted offendedly. I had to promise normally, only on this my father was satisfied and allowed me to finish the conversation. - Scott! Stilinski immediately roared. - What the hell?“You need help,” McCall replied judiciously, but prudently hid behind the counter, “you don’t accept it from me, from the rest of ours too, even Jackson tried to slip money on you unnoticed!” I didn't have any options. - How did you know that I was pawed? - Stiles was indignant, well, no personal space. “You’re an omega,” Scott explained and, catching his friend’s heavy, angry look, corrected himself, “I meant that I smell other alphas on you every time you return from a shift. - So, maybe I have hot, unbridled sex in the back room every shift, and here you caught up with a panic. “You feel bad every time,” McCall pressed insistently, “and now it’s bad, I can feel it. And generally speaking. You're my friend, and I don't have to make excuses for trying to help you sort out your problems. Stilinski tilted his head a little, but nothing changed much - from a stubborn alpha with an uneven jawline, Scott turned into a stubborn alpha with an uneven jawline on his side: - Don't think that I won't avenge you for this, bro! Sleep with your eyes open and breathe through time. McCall smiled his trademark puppy expression and nodded in agreement.

The morning of the sixteenth began somehow wrong. McCall raced around the apartment like the devils were after him, and escaped just as Stilinski was about to ask himself to be a passenger in the back seat of his moped ("it's a motorcycle, Stiles, don't insult him or he'll be offended!") . So I had to drag myself to the subway, and then with two changes to get to a huge skyscraper in the city center. - Hmm, - the long-legged blonde, who was already waiting at the entrance, said first of all, - well, this can be understood. Stilinski, with a bad feeling, shook a graceful hand with a catchy red manicure and avoided looking at the invitingly falling bust: seriously, do you even know what a dress code is? Stiles was hurriedly escorted by Erica to a hefty, rounded office with two alphas in it: Laura, clad in an outrageously tight skirt, rose briskly from her leather chair, set aside her coffee mug, and sauntered toward him with admirable dexterity in dizzying heels, and Stilinski was firmly convinced that the overwhelming majority of the female population would have broken their necks on such people already at the second step. The man in the stylish pullover wasn't even bothered by his manners and was staring at Stiles with interest, and something in the unctuous smile made the omega essence yell at the top of his lungs - stay away from this alpha if you want to live. Stilinski wanted to live, so he listened to his intuition and shaved off the man with a cheeky grin. - Awesome! - the alpha drawled as if he was watching a unicorn, no less. "Stiles," Laura greeted in a tone of anticipation and squeezed her hand tightly again, a lot tighter this time, but Stilinski just raised an eyebrow derisively. - What a delightful stubbornness! - again repeated the man in response to the eloquent "I told you so" expression on Laura's face. - I want it for myself. Stiles flinched, but folded his arms across his chest and honorably held his gaze. - Get over it, - the alpha chuckled at the glances, went to the table and pressed the comm button, - are the documents ready? - Yes, it remains only to sign - lazily responded Erika. - Well, - the man clapped his hands, - shall we wave the papers and mark this case? As Erica entered, showing Stilinski where to pay special attention, explaining some points of a standard employment contract, Laura approached the man and, smiling predatorily, warned in a whisper: - Hands off, Peter.

Stiles was hired as a staff analyst, and it was so strange, but at the same time ideal: he always liked to collect information, compose, structure, isolate fundamental points, explore, delve into a hundred motley data and draw conclusions based on all this rubbish, calculations. For the most part, it was because of this that Stilinski went to study as a forensic specialist after school, but in the end, as is usually the case, the profession turned out to be not at all what it seemed. The workspace—a standard gray desk, computer, and adjoining telephone—was located on the sixth floor of the building, making it possible to walk up the stairs and not run into any of the Hales, who sit on the seventeenth and above and usually use the elevators exclusively. Guess what a hot alpha, Derek, also from the Hales, elementary, only now Stiles did not know what to do with this discovery: on the one hand, yes, he was sunk at first sight, or rather, from the first chest growl back in Starbucks, on the other hand, Derek was just the focus, a living embodiment of stereotypes about alphas, that is, a shaped goat. I didn't want to be scalded on this again, and, hey, Stiles Stilinski's law of karma - falling in love is clearly unrequited again. So, trying not to make life difficult for himself and not lose a very competitive salary, Stiles avoided embarrassing collisions, adversity, and generally leaned out from behind the table only at the end of the working day so as not to tempt crippled luck. Life went on as usual: in four months at Hale & Partners, he managed to deal with overdue hanging payments and move on to monthly stable payments of the current debt on the loan, and after another two, Stilinski was surprised to find that since leaving home he had the first remaining 100 bucks left unspent on necessities, loan repayments, housing and travel expenses that could be safely used, so the next day, standing in line at the ATM to transfer this money to his father, Stiles was faced with a new, previously unexplored sense of self-satisfaction as a personality.

Perhaps blowjob at a corporate party to the co-owner of a company for which you haven’t even worked for a year didn’t quite fit into the framework of corporate ethics, but Stilinski had an excuse - the mere sight of Derek literally jumped out of his pants. The last thing Stiles remembers before his lust is sharp, Laura took two champagne glasses from a passing waiter's tray and handed one to him with her usual sly smile and wishes for a good Christmas. And that's all. But seriously, who gets drunk off a glass of champagne anyway? Stilinski is not familiar with such people. Moreover - his acquaintances are also not familiar with such people, because no one got drunk from a glass of exhausted, disgustingly warm champagne. So, finding himself on his knees in front of Hale with cum smeared on his lips, Stiles just laughed drunkenly, barely on his feet, and reached for a kiss, unsatisfiedly reaching for the waistband of his trousers. And the fact that Derek answered with commendable zeal and even dragged the unresisting body to his knees spoke of the degree of intoxication much more intelligibly than the lust that seized the omega. Stilinski was somewhere in the middle of the painstaking process of licking the alpha's neck, trying not to miss a shred of dark, slightly bitter-tasting and extremely attractive-looking skin, when the tips of someone else's fingers, completely overlooked by the distraught Stiles, unobtrusively lowered their unbuttoned trousers down buttocks down, sent the laundry there and began to gently stroke the dwindling wet entrance. Stilinski leaned back and groaned demandingly, biting Derek's earlobe and immediately getting a soft slap on his thigh for it. Yeah, the alpha liked to control the situation and did not like it when he was so actively contradicted. Well, what can I say, I ran into the wrong person: Stiles Stilinski has never been a submission player, and never will be; his credo is either equality, or we say goodbye. Therefore, the omega again entered the battle with Derek's tongue, trying to win this battle and win back the leadership in the kiss, and reached behind his back, driving one and a half phalanges at once and pushing his finger deeper: not very pleasant, but you can forget about it, especially when the alpha is so throatily, furiously growled, instantly crushed, urging with another slap, already more sensual, to arch his lower back and substitute himself. Standing on trembling legs and leaning against the wall with the same shaking hands is not very comfortable, but Stiles doesn't bother with such things, at least while strong fingers ram into his insides intently, and the alpha's second palm, wrapped around his cock, jerked off in a perfect hard rhythm : Derek slightly twisted his fist at the base, pulled back the foreskin, stroked the head, squeezed it a little painfully, and it's so perfect, as it should be, like no one has ever done, that Stilinski, despite the obvious displeasure of the alpha, shifted, leaned back and buried his cheek in his into his neck, absently smearing his lips along the jawline, enjoying the unaccustomed sensation of tingling stubble. Derek grunted in his gut, leaving a hickey at the withers and driving his fingers to the very knuckles, and as soon as his teeth touched the sensitive spot under the hair, Stiles came so brightly that he seemed to be blind and deaf for a couple of seconds, died and rose again, trembled in a secure grip its alpha. Wait, what? His alphas?

Stilinski lied to his close people: he told his father that he would spend the holidays with Scott, Allison and the rest, told his friends about a family celebration with distant, distant relatives who unexpectedly appeared in Beacon Hills, and he himself lay under the covers, watched his favorite films and felt sorry for himself . It used to be easier to deal with falling in love: a little self-hypnosis - and you're done. But now, knowing that he and Derek matched so well on a physical level, Stiles sank into anguish. All sites claimed in one voice: this is how true alpha is acquired. Except Stilinski asked the universe for money to pay off a loan, for insight to figure out where to go when he got frustrated with forensic science, Stiles never even came close to wanting to have a dumb, irrational crush on his true alpha. Well, not exactly. And worst of all, Stilinski no longer understood what he was fighting for in trade unions and organizations: in fact, it turned out that without alpha it was so sickening that even a howl was heard. Stiles curled up tighter, pulled the covers up over the top of his head, and turned on Star Trek. Kirk and Spock's chemistry is a great remedy for mental wounds.

On the first day after the holidays, Stilinski found Laura in his chair: - I came to apologize for what happened at the corporate party. Only somehow the alpha did not look either guilty or at least ashamed. Stiles told her so. "Oh, I'm sure I did the right thing by spiking you with excitatory modulators," Laura chuckled, crossing her legs and not bothering to give Stilinski his job. - But Derek was so hysterical that my mother made me apologize first to him, then to you. No one told me to feel guilty. Here it is - the logic of alphas in all its glory. “May I ask,” Stiles leans back on the table, warming his hands on a glass of coffee from the same Starbucks that Derek got him fired from, “why are you doing this?” - Well, I must confess, - Laura repented with a grin, - modulators are completely Peter's idea, my only execution. You are true, I just wanted to make my brother happy, he deserves it. Stilinski was not impressed, a couple of days ago - yes, maybe even freaked out, but not now. - Many true ones, after discovering their status, diverge as friends and do not form an alliance, - Stiles spent half of the holiday "holidays" on forums and sites about true ones; you know what, it's all bullshit, a marketing ploy so that vanilla omezhki do not fall under the first comer, waiting for a "special alpha". - Why do we suddenly get out of the statistics? - And I'm not saying that you will get out, - Laura shrugged. “I just wanted to give you some time alone so that you can figure out if it's worth the effort to build an alliance or if it's better to just forget about each other right away. You got Derek from Starbucks. Seriously, I thought he would burst with rage, he wouldn’t even have time to tell how some impudent omega threatened to spit in his coffee, and when he returned there three days later and found out that you were fired, he almost climbed the walls from guilt. He wanted a standard warning for a presumptuous employee, but he did not take into account the Starbucks policy regarding omegas. Then when you two bumped into each other at the office, Derek was so sorry about your concussion that he kicked Erica, my, by the way, secretary, to your friend for information. Then for the first time I clearly realized that Derek, on a reflex level, obeyed the instinct to feed his couple, so he found out about your favorite fruits, in normal cases, according to etiquette, he is limited to a standard note with apologies, I kept waiting for the reason for this atypical impulse to reach him, but didn't get there. In the store, Derek just froze in his tracks at the very doorstep, trying to leave, as if he could feel you. Bringing you into the company was going to be the funniest unintended joke ever, but Derek was surprisingly calm when he found out. By the way, he makes the final decisions about hiring, so you shouldn't have been running up the stairs from him all this time. And again the reflex worked - the couple has problems, but what is the easiest way to solve them in the modern world? That's right, give money, but again Derek doesn't understand why he did it. Seriously, even my mother spoke to him, but she never gets into our personal lives. So I lost hope and thought that if you had sex, then it would reach my brother, and then he would figure it out on his own. - And what came to him? - No, - lamented Laura, - did not get it at all. "And that's why you came to me so that I could convey this interesting fact to him already," Stiles summed up. - She said that you are lovely, - the alpha stretched gracefully with her whole body, - of course, I came to you for this. Don't apologize, really. So don't screw up.

Stilinski, as he climbed up to the nineteenth floor in the evening and walked through the empty corridors to Derek's office, intended to put in some witticism at the right place, then continue with a snide comment on the topic and seal the effect with a biting hard joke about the stupidity of alphas. And he lost all eloquence, as soon as he crossed the threshold and stumbled upon the displeased look of Derek, torn off from important matters: - We are true, so let's have sex on a sober head and see what happens. The alpha slowly pushed the laptop aside, examined the omega thoughtfully, and nodded.

Three years later, playing with one of Derek's many cousins, Stiles had to answer a lot of embarrassing questions, including the standard "How did you meet?" “Well,” Stilinski scratched the top of his head and looked vindictively at the tense alpha, “I gave him coffee full of sugar and calories and broke his nose. The Hales laughed and Derek pouted in insult. Stiles smirked and patted the alpha's knee, which rolled his eyes, admiring the thin silver band of his wedding ring gleaming in the summer light from the window.

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