Lonely Omega •Newtmas•

•TEN•

"Good boy Newt, good boy."

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The next day at school is awful for Newt. He woke up late, causing him to miss his first period class, giving him an absent. He arrives late for second period and his teacher scolds him for it. Newt didn't even even have time to properly get dressed. He's wearing grey sweats with a black sweater, the outfit puddling on him. His hair is messy and his tail isn't properly brushed.

During lunch they somehow ran out of food, so Newt couldn't eat either. At this point his stomach is rumbling and he's becoming very hangry. And to top it all off, he's still getting looks from everybody.

Newt told himself it couldn't get any worse. Now he's sat in his last period class with Thomas behind him. Newt just prays to the werewolf gods above that Thomas leaves him the fuck alone.

"Whoa, I never thought you could get even uglier," Thomas says as he looks at Newt's outfit.

The worst part about it is, Thomas is lying. He can't help but imagine it was his large clothes on Newt's skinny frame. He looks adorable swimming in the pool of clothing. Not to mention, his hair is all messy with bed head.

"Bloody hell Thomas, not today," Newt grumbles, clearly not wanting to deal with Thomas today.

The alpha goes quiet, asking himself why Newt is having a worse day than usual. "Have people been bothering you today?" He asks softly.

His tone softer than he would have liked.

Newt turns around and looks at him skeptically. "Why do you care?" He looks at him with a deadpanned expression.

"I don't," he crosses his arms over his chest like a child. Newt just rolls his eyes and turns to face the front before class starts.

"Don't roll your eyes at me omega," he growls. Newt just snickers.

"You don't tell me what to do, you're not my alpha," Newt replies.

Oh but if I was, Thomas thinks to himself.

"What crawled up your ass today? You're so fucking pissy," Thomas asks, now genuinely curious.

"None of your business shuckhead," Newt mumbles.

"Jeez, sorry for trying to help."

Newt turns around again. Fully this time. His legs straddle to the side of the chair and he rests his arms on the top of the back part on the chair.

"Help? Help me? Thomas, I don't know what the fuck is going on, but you don't want to help me. You don't have to fight some other alpha because he shoved me into your locker. I thought you would've taken it as a gift! Little poor fucking omega Newt, on the floor, cowering at your feet. I thought you would've been thanking him. I've been alone all my life Thomas. I don't need your help with some bloody bullies," Newt lets it all out. He said more than he should've. He doesn't even notice his nails and teeth sharpening, his eyes get darker and are almost ready to start glowing. The fur on his ears and tail rise as he tries to appear bigger, a defence mechanism all wolves use to scare off predators.

Without a warning, Thomas grabs Newt by the collar of his sweater, yanking him foreword, his chair squeaks as it moves with him. Newt inhales, instantly being met with the sharp scent of earth and mint. Already his mind starts to go foggy and his inner wolf begs Newt to behave.

"Who the fuck told you that?" He demands to know, but Newt just stares into his eyes.

Everybody turns and are now watching the two. The teacher hasn't even arrived to class yet, meaning if Thomas wants to get violent, nobodies stopping him.

"I-I," Newt stutters.

What are you doing Newt?! Push him off! He scolds himself mentally, telling himself not to let Thomas control him. He's done it before and he can do it again. Oh but he smells so good, Newt's inner wolf argues. The alpha scent has never made Newt act like this in the past, why is it bothering him now? The past few days have been nothing but confusing. Newt is a lonely omega, he's sassy and wants nothing to do with being controlled. So why is he letting Thomas hold him by the collar of his sweater?

"Answer me Newt," Thomas growls loudly, his nails sharpen and start to piercing through the Newt's hoodie.

"Teresa," the name nearly slurs out of his mouth. He doesn't even notice that he ratted the poor girl out, he's to mesmerized by the alpha in front of him.

"That stupid beta?!" He throws Newt back, causing him so slide backwards and hit his back on the desk, causing him to groan and fall onto the floor.

As the smell of the alpha fades, Newt's attitude starts to come back. "You're so bloody immature," he groans as he sits up, hitting his head on the desk and hissing out in pain.

He rubs his head and pushes the desk back.

"I don't know what my beta is telling you, but it isn't true Newt," Thomas lies. Newt just can't help but think about how excited Teresa would be hearing Thomas call her, his beta.

"Isn't it?" Newt asks as he starts getting up off the ground. "You haven't beaten me in days Thomas. There's been so many chances! Nobody has been talking to me since the fight, not even Gally!" A few werewolves belonging to Gally's pack let out a growl as the omega uses his name.

Thomas just stares blankly at Newt, figuring out what to do. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're trying to bring an omega into your pack," that's where Newt drew the line.

No, Thomas doesn't care about Newt knowing that he's somewhat protecting him, but the idea of a weak and naive omega in his pack really doesn't sit well with Thomas.

The alpha jumps up out of his chair and is quick to tackle Newt onto the ground. Poor Newt hits a few desks on his way down, causing him to groan. The pain in his back starts to heat up and he feels like fire is being set to his back. He stares up at Thomas who is hovering over him, ready to beat the brat out of him.

"Thomas! Newt! What have I said about fighting?!" There at the door stands Mr. Taylor. The two are definitely getting it now.