• SCOMEGA • |Man X Man|

•Vingt-Huit•

The Alpha cups his forehead, sounding like the brat that he is as he whines a 'what did you do that for?!'. At Scott's manicured nail pointing at his phone, he realizes his mistake. "Ohh sorry about that, that was really important." Scott just narrows his eyes, a mutter of 'sure it was.' leaving his mouth as he scans the sheepish Alpha, taking in his attire which included a lot of black and leather.

A reminder of Mitch.

"Where are we going to start this assignment? I need it done early, as in we need to begin right now because some stuff might clash with or interrupt future sessions." Shawn is squashed closer to Scott as they traverse through an unusually clustered hallway, filled with students decked in matching polar shirts whilst others passed out flyers about cheerleading try outs.

Shawn plucks a flyer from an otherwise occupied female Beta, handing it to Scott without a hitch. "We can't go to my dorm because my roommate is most definitely, as per usual, banging some random chick. She's enjoying her college experience to the fullest, something I highly doubt you'd want to hear. Oh and I definitely think you'd make a magnificent cheer captain, I heard that the previous one is graduating soon and isn't interested anymore."

Before Scott can respond, an incessant vibrating, accompanied by a blaring ringtone sounds from his phone, muffled a bit by the commotion going on. He immediately answers without checking who it is, a finger plugged in his opposing ear. "Hey princess."

"I mean you're definitely gorgeous enough to do the job and I assume that with your long limbs that you're probably flexible too."

"Hey Mitchi–

"Huh? Scott who the hell is that in the background and what job are you going to do that requires flexibility?"

Scott's chest tightens a smidge at his Alpha's dry, vexed tone and the use of his name rather than an endearment. "It's no one Alpha, I'm just walking th–

"Well give Mr. No one the phone." Scott begins chewing on his lip nervously, making no move to do as Mitch asked when he hears Shawn's breath hitch.

"There is no Mr. No one, I'm literally walking through a hall filled with people, you probably heard a snipet of someones convers–

Scott winces as he hears his Alpha exhale loudly, muttering a string of curses a second later after a loud bang. He must've bucked his toe or nicked his side on something. "Scott Hoying, I don't know if there's a tattoo on my face that says 'gullible' in bold, block letters. I mean there must be if you thought I'd buy whatever mumbo-jumbo you just thought up–

Full name = Wince.

Scott whines at that, hating that he was called out on his obvious bullshit and also trying to milk the situation for as long as he can, meaning when Mitch just gives up. "I'm not lying!"

A shudder zaps up the omegas spine and then crawls down to his tailbone as Mitch grits out his next reply. "Babe, I'm losing every ounce of patience I have," They're both aware that, that's not much. "Stop lying to me. Hand him the phone. I just want to tell him something."

"Mitch that's really not necessary, I already–

"Now Scott." A rebellious flame ignites in the omegas heart and soul at being continuously interrupted and then ordered around like some subservient being.
And maybe the use of his name three times in a row is getting to him, who knows.

He ignores all the flashing, blaring warning lights, bells and alerts as his face contorts with his feisty attitude.

"No. I assumed you called me to say something so could you hurry and do so, I have an important task to start and complete."

Quiet.

Nothingness.

Shallow breaths.

His statement is greeted by chilling silence that his offended mate soon shatters. Mitch growls, voice rising in bewilderment and utter surprise at Scott's disrespectful tone and practical dismissal.

"What fuc–friggin' task are you going on about Scott?! with some strange man nonetheless! Have you lost your mind? Who the hell called you gorgeous and said some shit about flexible? I swear to God if you don't do what I told you to and answer my damn question I'm going to come–

Scott abruptly hangs his phone up, not able to listen to anymore of Mitch's threats as his anxiety curled and coiled like a snake in his stomach.

He feels like a bad omega, knowing that he could've handled that situation way better. Maybe.

He checks up on Shawn who had been unnaturally quiet beside him, also noticing that they had both stopped in the middle of the hall of bustling people. Those of which were sending them peeved stares or irritated glares for not moving and basically blocking 'traffic'.

Shawn was sending him an apologetic yet flustered look, mouth ajar as he glanced at Scott and then the ringing phone in his hand, eyes constantly switching between the two as the omega refused to answer it.

"Shit Scott! Thanks for not giving me the phone but why didn't you give me the phone?! I could've used my charm on the guy and everything would've been alright! He's gonna kill me now, he probably thinks you're having some type of secret love affair or something!"

As Shawn shakes his shoulders to illustrate his feelings, Scott's face just crumples as he feels and hears the embarrassing recording left by Mitch, signaling that he has around 24, no 25 messages now.

He grabs Shawn's hand as he weaves through the mass of students, heading towards his dorm. "We need to get this over with so you can literally get out of my life–sorry not sorry–I've only known you for a couple hours and you're already ruining my day."

Scott wonders how he went from being called princess and being gifted a lovely picture of his Alphas dick to this.

Running through the halls like the hounds of hell are nipping hungrily at his heels as he pulls some Alpha he met today to hide from his own mate.

Well at least the 6'2 Alpha could be of use when he needs help barricading his dorm room door later on.

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