Lonely Omega •Newtmas•

•Twenty•

Fuck you Thomas, fuck, you.

~•~

Newt lays awake in his bed, his covers are at his feet and he's only wearing his underwear. He pants heavily and let's out whines as the aching courses through his body.

It's only 6:27 PM and Newt is still a mess. He rolls onto his side and curls up in a tight ball, hugging his stomach. He realizes he's still uncomfortable so he rolls onto his other side, making the same sounds.

Suddenly he hears the front door to his house slam shut and his eyes widen. His mothers home.

Panicking, Newt grabs his blanket and pulls it over him, he lets out a comforting sigh when he realizes his blanket is cold, but he knows it won't last for long. He hears footsteps come up the stairs and start heading towards his bedroom.

He closes his eyes and prays she's just passing his room, but she stops right outside it and knocks on the door, causing Newt to want to scream.

"Newt? Are you okay in there?" Her voice screams worriedly for her poor baby boy. She can smell the difference in his scent.

"Y-yeah, it's o-okay, j-just a f-fever," Newt is shocked at the amount he just stuttered. He hears his mom sigh before opening the door, causing Newt to pull the sheets up higher and let out a small squeak.

The smell hits her in the face immediately, making her scrunch her nose up for a second. She frowns and rushes over to her sons bed. "Oh my poor baby, you're in heat," she states the obvious. Newt cringes and let's out a disapproving whine.

"It-It's just a... a bloody fever, that's all," he tries to lie, but she just shakes her head, clearly not believing him.

"I know the smell. Heats don't start for another week or so... did something happen to trigger it early?" She eyes him carefully. If Newt wasn't red already, he sure as hell is now.

"Mom! Please j-just leave me-me alone," he pants heavily between his words. His mom places a hand on his forehead, checking his temperature.

"You're burning, but it's definitely heat. Is there anything I can do to help?" She stands up and crosses her arms on her chest, wishing she could make the horrible pain go away.

"Please- please, just leave m-me alone. This is em-embarrassing!" He cries out, wanting her to leave as soon as possible.

No teenage son wants their mother in their room while they are fully erect and horny as ever. Especially when his mother knows that too.

"It's perfectly normal Newt, it happens to everyone. Even alphas go through-"

"I know mom!" He whines out, desperately wanting her to leave his room.

"Okay, okay! I'll go! Just text me if you want anything... I'm sure I have pills for heat laying around the house somewhere," she offers. Being a female beta, she's gone into heat too. Usually she's able to control it well and Newt's never really noticed and or cared.

Newt just shakes his head and continues whimpering.

She starts walking away and leans on the doorframe. "I'll run out and get some if we don't have any, again, text me if you need anything- and oh! Don't worry about school. Kids miss all the time because of this kind of stuff, I love you," she says while leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

"I l-love you too," he calls out weakly.

Pills would sound nice. Obviously Newt has never used them before, but they are supposed to lessen the pain and such. It doesn't get rid of the feelings, but it makes the heat tolerable. Bless his mothers heart for taking such good care of him.

He hears her roam the kitchen, probably in search for pills in the cupboard, but he soon hears the door shut and lock, telling Newt that she ran out to buy some pills.

Knowing she's gone, he throws the blanket off of him and lays on his back, spreading his arms and legs out to try and release some heat from his body.

Newt just really hopes the pills make him feel better.

~•~

Thomas scrolls on his phone as he checks Instagram. He's wearing his underwear and is all cuddled up in his bed.

He hasn't seen Newt since he left, he wonders if the omega went home. After Newt left Thomas went straight home too, but for completely different reasons than Newt.

Thomas couldn't believe he almost kissed Newt, at least he thinks that was about to happen. He got lost in the moment and his brain went foggy, all he could smell was vanilla and Newt. It was so sweet.

Newt... Thomas starts to wonder if Newt even has social media. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, he types in Newt's name and his user pops up instantly.

newt.isc

Isc must be short for his last name. Newt follows quite a lot of people, but he only has a few followers himself. He notices the zero posts and the zero tags. Newt really is a loner.

Thomas thought that maybe he had a friend outside of school or even a sibling or something, but it appears his Instagram account is as lifeless as he is. Sighing heavily, he rolls onto his back and holds his phone up, stalking Newt's Instagram account.

He goes through the followers, seeing who he knows and who he doesn't. He clicks on the profile pic which is just the standard grey outlined person. Is this account even real and active? Did somebody make a fake account?

There can't be that many Newt's out there, let alone with the same last name. Thomas checks other accounts and comes to the conclusion this is Newt's account. Or was at least.

His thumb circles over the Follow button, unsure of what his next move should be. What would happen if he followed Newt? Would anybody care? People would probably think it's just some kind of joke.

That's all it is, a joke!

Thomas finally gives in and presses the Follow button on Instagram. He officially follows Newt on social media.

Thomas.Eds has followed you!

Thomas can't help but smile at how similar his username is compared to Newt's. They both have the period and a shortened version of their last names.

How cute.

Thomas just hopes Newt doesn't block him and he'll get to see him tomorrow. Happy with that thought, he plugs in his phone before turning it off and falling asleep.