Lonely Omega •Newtmas•

•Twenty One•

A/N sorry for not updating for a few days! I was in Toronto with my boyfriend! We went to the Hockey Hall of Fame, the CN Tower, Ripley's Aquarium and Canadas wonderland! :) updates will be frequent again! Picture is of us at the top ^^^ I'm the cool gal in the skirt!

Also sorry if this and the next couple chapters are slower... I really need them because I won't want to jump into my big idea- but trust the process!

-Milo, xoxo
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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.

~•~

Thomas waits at the locker a few rows down from Newt's. He's been standing there for about five minutes now and the omega hasn't appeared yet. There's no way he could've came early, Newt loves being right on time, he has no reason to stop by early. Thomas crosses his arms as he grows impatient waiting for the omega to show up.

He pulls out his phone and checks the time, seeing that the bell to tell students to get class is about to ring. Is Newt avoiding him? Is Newt even at school? Thomas puts his phone back into his pocket and decides he'll walk up to Newt's locker. He awkwardly looks around before sniffing Newt's locker and noticing that his scent isn't as fresh, which tells Thomas he hasn't been there yet.

A worried feeling causes Thomas' stomach to sink. Where could he be? Did he get home safely yesterday? The bell rings, cutting Thomas off from his thoughts. He sighs before adjusting his backpack on his shoulders and walking off to his first period class.

He sits down at his desk and pulls out his phone again. Thomas looks up at the teacher, noticing he isn't paying any attention to the students. The alpha opens Instagram and clicks on Newt's account.

He types a message for Newt, staring at it and reading over it to himself. Is it weird if he messages Newt? Why would it? Everybody texts each other, it wouldn't be weird at all!

Thomas hits send.

Thomas.Eds: r u at school?

He turns off his phone and places it in his pocket, afraid of what Newt might say. He wouldn't skip school because of Thomas would he? Thomas must've fucked up in the bathroom if Newt's missing school. Or perhaps he's just sick! That's always an option.

No matter where Thomas thinks Newt is and why he isn't at school, it gives him an icky feeling. It almost makes him feel physically sick, which is something Thomas did not expect. The teacher begins teaching and Thomas taps his foot anxiously.

His grip on his pencil tightens and he looks around the class, as if he's waiting for Newt to enter, even though they have totally different first period classes.

Giving in to his temptation, Thomas takes out his phone again and sees there's no reply. Maybe this isn't Newt's account, or maybe he's still sleeping. It's still early, but it's not like Newt to sleep in and miss school... not that Thomas would know.

He puts his phone away and chews on his bottom lip, desperately wanting to know where the omega is and if he's safe. Sighing, he takes his phone out one last time and sends another text.

Thomas.Eds: message me as soon as ur awake

He turns off his phone for good and puts it back into his pocket, hoping that maybe by lunch he'd reply. Thomas focuses his attention back into the teacher and finishes the lesson without any more distractions.

Class soon ends and he pulls out his phone as he walks to his next class. The message hasn't been read yet. His jaw clenches tightly and he angrily turns off his phone, putting it back in his pocket. He sits down and allows himself to focus on school work rather than the omega. Even though he desperately wants to hear from the beautiful blonde.

~•~

Newt wakes up, drenched in sweat. The now familiar feeling of heat and clenching overcomes his body. He lets out a soft whine and tosses the sheets off himself, he moans as the cool air touches his body.

Just like yesterday, the tingling sensation reappears and the blood flows straight to his dick. Whining at the uncomfortable feeling, he rolls onto his side and grabs his phone off the nightstand, wondering what time it is.

Before he even sees the time, he notices his four notifications.

Thomas.Eds has followed you!

Thomas.Eds wants to send a message!

Thomas.Eds: r u at school today?

Thomas.Eds: message me as soon as ur awake

Confused, Newt rubs his eyes to assure himself that what he's reading is real. He's never followed Thomas on Instagram, but he's always known his username. He opens his phone and goes straight to the texts Thomas sent.

For the first time in awhile, his mind isn't focusing on the clenching in his body, he's wondering why Thomas is texting him.

He types out a message and reads it over, not wanting to embarrass himself by saying something dumb.

newt.isc: I'm awake

Is all he sends. Something plain and simple, something that Thomas can't expose him for or make fun of him for. Almost immediately Thomas replies.

Thomas.Eds: where r u?

Newt stares at the message skeptically, unsure of what Thomas' intentions are.

newt.isc: at home

Thomas.Eds: why?

Shit. What is Newt supposed to say? Actually Thomas, you triggered my bloody heat early so I'm at home in bed, wishing you were here to mate with me and make me scream. No, Newt couldn't say that.

newt.isc: home sick, why???

Thomas.Eds: oh

newt.isc: ????

newt.isc: why?

Thomas.Eds: I was just wondering

Thomas.Eds: I didn't see you today at ur locker

newt.isc: so ur stalking my locker?

Thomas.Eds: shut up newt

newt.isc: ok

Newt leaves the chat, just for Thomas to start spamming him.

Thomas.Eds: r u okay tho?

Thomas.Eds: did u catch something? Cold? Flu?

Thomas.Eds: Newt?

Thomas.Eds: Newtie?

Newt's heart flutters at the nickname and his cheeks warm up as he blushes. For a split second, the raging heat escapes his body and he's able to feel excited; the way a person would squeal when talking about their crush.

But why? Thomas triggered his heat and now he's getting butterflies, but not the arousing kind. How could he feel so different? All he knows is that Thomas is the only thing on his mind. He can't stop thinking about his hands on his body, but he also can't stop thinking about Thomas caring for him as if he was his.

The fact that Thomas is worried about Newt makes him nuts in every way. He knows it shouldn't, but it does. It makes Newt wonder,

maybe Thomas really does care.