Lonely Omega •Newtmas•

•SIX•

Nothing could ruin Newt's day now.
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Newt was wrong, Newt was so very wrong.

He did as Alby said, he waited outside the change room doors until the alpha came. Alby then brought him into the change room, claiming he wanted to show Newt something.

Newt decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and follow him into the room. Big mistake.

Alby was quick to shove Newt into Thomas' opened locker before shutting it and locking it, leaving Newt's backpack on the ground. The omega cried out and cursed at Alby while the alpha just laughed and taunted Newt before leaving.

Now Newt is stuck in his worst enemies smelly gym locker. Thomas has lacrosse practice every few days during lunch, and today happens to be one of those days. He's going to come back with his team, open his locker and all of them are going to pick on poor little Newt.

The omega bangs his fists against the locker, calling out for help, but nobody comes. He doesn't even notice his mind growing foggy as he continuously breathes in Thomas' scent.

He shakes his head sadly. How dare he be so blind to Alby's tricks. He should've known nobody would ever give him a chance. Especially such a strong alpha like Alby. He never even acknowledged Newt until today! Stupid omega, so blind and naive.

Newt begins to feel smaller and smaller as the scent fills his nose. Why is Thomas' scent so fucking intoxicating? It's never been like this before. Why is it so potent now?

"Please, let me out," Newt cries out, banging against the locker again. He tries applying as much pressure as he can with his body, but it's to cramped; the door won't budge.

The omega just leans back in defeat. He closes his eyes, feeling tears start to form. Newt never cried at school, he couldn't show them how weak of an omega he actually was.

But Thomas' scent takes away the mask, it reveals Newt for who he really is. Tears slip down his cheeks but Newt is quick to wipe them away.

For what feels like years, an hour finally passes and Newt hears the change room door open. The team walks in, all laughing and having separate conversations with each other. Some talk about women while others talk about their upcoming game. Newt looks through the slits in the locker, trying to spot Thomas, but he can't. The team doesn't seem to notice, and or care about Newt's backpack laying there helplessly. He then looks away as the guys all start changing and whipping each other with their shirts.

Homophobic straight guys are always the gayest.

Newt is relieved when they all leave without noticing him. They probably couldn't have smelt him due to their own sweat and pride. He exhales deeply and starts pushing on the door again. Newt shoves it repeatedly and lets out a growl as he's unsuccessful.

Just as he's about to try to shove again, he hears the door open. He's quick to flatten himself against the locker as much as he can. He hears footsteps coming closer and his heart begins to race. He peers through the slits.

Thomas.

Newt starts panicking even more, he looks around as if there's somewhere for him to hide, but there isn't. He hears Thomas fiddle with the lock until it fully unlocks the locker.

It swings open and Newt slips, letting out a gasp. Thomas does the same as a body falls onto him, but he's quick to catch the fragile frame. Newt can't help but blush as he realizes Thomas' strong arms are wrapped around him, securing him and keeping him safe.

The secure feeling doesn't last long as Thomas inhales, smelling Newt's floral, pine scent and dropping him as soon as he's able to confirm it is Newt in his arms.

Why is Newt falling out of his locker?

The omega scrambles across the ground and scoots against the other lockers, just how he's done nearly everyday.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't go in there purposely, someone-" Thomas isn't listening. He stares down at the omega, watching how his eyes go wide and his ears flatten. His tail curls protectively against his body and his hands tremble as he gestures during his explanation.

Thomas can't help but feel rather pleased with the sight. Something about Newt on the ground, trembling, makes his wolf go wild. Perhaps Thomas sees Newt as prey?

"Who did this?" Thomas cuts off Newt's ramble. The blonde shuts his mouth and tilts his head, confused.

"W-What?" He stutters. Thomas couldn't help but realize how cute Newt's British stutter is.

What? Cute? Thomas shakes his head, immediately banishing that thought out of his head.

"Who did this to you? Who put you in my locker?" It was frightening how calm Thomas' tone is. Newt expected him to be throwing punches and cursing at him for going into his locker. Why has Thomas been letting him off easily lately? It's not normal. Maybe it's the calm before the storm?

Newt just stares up at him blankly, his eyes trailing over all the sweat on Thomas' body. His hair is messy and his eyes are dark.

"Newt!" He growls out, not having time for the omega to daydream.

"Alby! I-It was Alby," he confesses, calling out who did this to him.

Newt watches as Thomas chews on his bottom lip as he thinks.

Curse his good looks.

"Get out," Thomas demands.

"W-What?"

"You heard me. Get the fuck out! Scram!" Thomas charges towards him and grabs Newt by the arm, pulling him up and off the ground.

The omega is quick to go along with it and grab his bag. He then leaves the change room before Thomas grows even more violent. Newt's lucky Thomas didn't come in at the same time as the team. Something totally different would've happened.

Newt rushes to his locker, his head hung low and eyes casted to the ground. He dumps his stuff, not planning on staying for the rest of the day. Not after what Alby did. There's no doubt in his mind that everybody knows.

Now they know Newt is being submissive, and now they know he's a giant fool that followed Alby into the change room, just to shove him into Thomas' locker. He's going to be the worst omega ever.

Great.