Loss of control

Friday had finally arrived for those who continued their mediocre lives. The training routine had continued even with the absence of one of the lifters, whispering throughout the school just when two other omegas were also absent.

Two omega in evidence.

— Certainly Gabriel is with Sadie. ― Fabiana, one of Sadie's friends, said in the circle of friends during the break. ― She keeps bragging that he takes good care of her, so they're probably together.

― But Gabriel's been close to that second-year guy too. And if he's an omega, he may have seduced.

― He being an alpha would not be carried away by this nonsense. Gabriel is strong, surely must have gone with Sadie. Is not it Milles?

Sipping a soda without having an opinion until then, the blonde alpha held his head high opening a sneaky smile to friends.

― I'm sorry, but I don't care about my sister's fucking.

― What a bastard ― Fabiana grumbled.

― The bastard you've slept with, never forget.

Off the turn of the girl in giving a sly smile, ignoring the blonde then back to talk. Another boy from the circle of friends had again questioned the alpha.

― But you really have no idea who Gabriel is having heat with?

It was obvious that he knew, Milles had agreed to help him with his absence in the next match. Being extremely coincidental that Sadie was also in that state. As an alpha, Milles had to sleep on the couch of his home to get away from the smell of his sister. Not that he was going to get excited, but the bite bothered him until he was far enough away from her.

Generally, he never bothered with Sadie's periods of heat, just as she had never complained about his own. Each one solved in his own way without the other intruding. However, Milles had been bitten and any omega that exuded his natural scent made his right shoulder tingle.

It was like a warning sign reminding him that he had already been dominated by someone else. And that person would be watching him on the short leash.

Although the owner of that bite seemed completely uninterested in Sadie.

― Do you want to spend the heat with him by chance? ― Played the alpha, back to move the wheels of his skateboard pretending disinterest.

— Don't you pay attention to your back? ― Fought Boyle, gaining the dull brown eyes of the alpha. He didn't like it when someone grew on him, especially someone weak. Still, Milles had said nothing ― Many people have commented that Gabriel would also be gay since he has always been hugging that guy.

Milles already imagined that.

― I heard a first-year crew say that even you haven't been messing with that guy because he's having an affair with Gabriel.

The Alpha wanted to laugh at such a coincidence. Was he being watched closely by any chance? For there would be no other reason for Milles to have ceased to trouble Theodore, and until he had apologized for what he had done in so far. Just because your best friend liked him, and also...

His attention was captured when the little man shrunk in his sweatshirt passed through the courtyard ignoring his presence, as he always did. Nicolas would follow to the corridor where he would wait for the room to be opened, and would remain untouched there until it was time to go to training. And yes, he knew all that since he had been watching him all week while Theodore was away.

Now that, he wanted to know what the naughty little man would do in the absence of his only friend. And it was depressing to see him quiet.

― If you pay attention, you'll see that the school is going crazy with this story. There are girls cheering for them.

― Geez...

Rolling his eyes, the alpha stood up holding the skateboard and leaving the group of friends at the same moment the signal rang through the speakers. During the journey to his classroom, he realized that something had really changed.

From the moment the story of Orkut began, some students seemed to understand Theodore better and even talk to him. The problem in itself was not their growing popularity, but the curiosity they all felt.

Was it true that he and Gabriel had something?

Despite knowing what was happening, Milles couldn't be completely happy. That is, since there was another name in the mouth of the gossipers on duty, and it was your sister's.

Sadie could be spoiled and boring, as a little girl should be, but still his sister. His blood. His family.

And Milles knew that she was completely charmed by Gabriel. If she heard the rumours that started circulating since her absence, she would surely be upset and cry. After all, Gabriel was not at his home.

What could he do to help her not be harmed by the rumours? At the same time he could cover up your best friend?

The answer had not come by magic.

― Hey, Mckenzie, what's your last class today?

After entering the room, Milles turned to the door of the room where one of his team-mates was shouting at him, and the alpha responded in the same tone.

― Biology, why is that?

― The coach asked us to meet early so we could train with the backup lifter. Can you talk to your teacher?

― Of course.

Sitting in his wallet just lowering his head to pretend to sleep, Milles can still hear his classmates comment on the rumours. Another chapter of the story had been published the night before, which was no longer news.

The problem was different.

Someone had posted a photo in the same community.

A shaky photo, but it was possible to see two boys walking hand in hand down the street. The uniform was similar to that of his school, Montreal, and the boys had blond hair and the other dark brown. Although it was impossible to identify the people in the photo, it was similar to Theodore and Gabriel.

Milles even wanted to skip school and stay home just to avoid the gossip about his best friend. However, since Theodore was absent, Nicolas had been alone.

What if the grumpy captain did something, taking advantage of his absence? Or worse... If someone tried something with him...

It was such thoughts that forced Milles out of bed that morning.

When the last class was about to begin, Milles had already talked to his biology teacher and retired from the class to go to the gym. He did not feel excited to train, it seemed that his day was too boring.

School was too boring for days.

― What a shitface, big guy!

Raising his face to the little man standing in front of him in the middle of the corridor, Milles surprised with the sweat emerging in his hands. Nicolas with his hunched shoulders and flaming eyes seemed to find themselves in the completely opposite state of mind to his own.

Not good.

― What was it? You came to get me?

Nicolas opened a sneaky smile when giving his back to him, without before leaning his head over his shoulder and throwing that fierce look.

― I just wanted to see if you could follow your master obediently.

A laugh had stuck in Milles' throat.

Boring? The school? When there was a devil like that in hell? How could he think like that?

No more.

From the moment that little bastard bit him, things were no longer as they were before. Only that didn't mean putting aside your personal competition. Rushing the steps, Milles overtook Nicolas to walk backwards and cast his charming smile.

— Why is a pinscher pretending to be a pit bull? ― Mocks the alpha watching the captain continue to smile at him sideways. ― If you keep barking like that, you're gonna shake yourself.

Nicolas had stopped walking sticking his hands in his pocket, cracking his already irritated tongue.

― Son of a bitch.

Before a backpack was hurled towards him, the alpha fired down the hall to the gym. There's no way he could complain about his life being boring. Not when he had a certain grumpy omega on his foot.

Filling Nicolas' patience was invigorating and exciting as he always responded furiously. For the other team-mates the interaction was routine, without great news. Surely what was new would be secretly shared between an alpha and an omega.

No one else would enter their world.

Maybe it was those appearances that the boys kept that spread the rumours about Gabriel. At least on the court. If Milles himself seemed quiet, then why should the rest of us care?

Ultimately the answer he wanted came naturally thanks to his captain.

The training was intense to leave the lifter at the same level as Gabriel. Milles and Nicolas had to work well with the reserve, sharing tips and combining signals to communicate during matches. Concentrated for the next match the next day, Milles barely turned into the evening when the coach finally sounded the whistle ending the training.

The players went to the dressing rooms, filling the environment with the mixture of odors. Before he was one of the first to take a shower to get out of school, now having Milles sitting on the bench next to the first shower stall, touching his phone.

All he have to do is stand there until Nicolas takes his bath, and thus hide his scent with that of the alpha. A care that he had taken without even realizing it, but that gave him a rest time from training.

― Hey, Bruno, you nervous about having your first game?

The boy Bruno was freshman and somewhat shy, but smiled at the veterans politely.

― Yeah... I'm afraid I'll miss some lift for the captain. Gabriel makes it look so easy.

― Relax, anything raises just for Milles and it's all right.

― Oh no, I wouldn't dare. I'm afraid of the captain.

The boys who talked in the other hallway of the cabinets laughed scandalously. Thousands sighed heavy without uncoupling his eyes from the cell phone as he carved the prose. Not that he was snooping, they were loud, of course.

— But have you noticed that the captain is very quiet these days? ― Commenting Boyle a little lower, but not so much. ― If Theodore was absent because of heat, shouldn't he have gone with him since they're dating?

― Are they dating? ― Inquisitive Bruno asked.

— Since they're always together... and Thunder said he saw them staying the other day. So it doesn't make sense that Nicolas is around when his omega's in heat.

The mere mention of the said name was able to detach the attention of the cell phone to listen better to the conversation.

— He must have been dumped. Either he can't handle it or the faggot got another one to fuck him. ― Wasted Thunder taking off his shirt and throwing it in the closet. ― These people are too round.

His right shoulder tingled and his intuition seemed restless. Frowning, Milles had not moved.

― Hey, keep your voice down.

― Let him listen! That just shows he's not as man as he pretends to be.

― It's funny to hear that from someone who licks the heels of a girl who's also in heat, but didn't invite him to the party.

Thunder slowly turned to face Nicolas, who was still in a gym uniform despite holding his towel. The athlete had laughed in scorn as he approached the lower captain.

― What are you implying? That I'm like you?

― Would you like to be like me? What to do... Your level is very low that should not even pay the blowjob of a show boy.

Thunder's face reddened like the devil, such was his fury. Pointing the finger at the captain's shoulder, the athlete did not keep the prickly words.

― An alpha will never suck an omega kid. They're disgusting.

― How do you know? You already did? Wow, I always thought you were a virgin... I'm surprised.

The muffled laughter in the dressing room culminated in the alpha's fury holding Nicolas by the collar and pushing him against the cabinets. Even if Thunder's eyes were wide and glazed over the omega, the captain had not undone his calm. It certainly irritated the other one even more.

― I've had enough of your antics. You may be the captain of my team, but that doesn't mean I have to bow my head to you.

― Oh, why? Just when I meant to make you kiss the floor.

Gripping Thunder's wrist tightly, Nicolas managed to loosen easily. However, it would not be enough for him to leave without doing anything else. Not when it came to Nicolas Howard. Running his foot over Thunder's ankles made him lose his balance to get on his knees in front of him, still firmly holding his wrist.

— That's right, like this. That's how people like you should stand up to the strongest. And look what a pathetic alpha you are, Thundercats. ― Approaching Thunder's menacingly face, the dark eyes bulged fearfully. ― Retreat into your insignificance, you graveyard worm.

Releasing the boy, Nicolas raised his eyes to the other athletes who gathered in the hall to see the discussion. Those who were considered the wisest dispersed as soon as those injected eyes passed through their directions.

Turning his back, Nicolas returned to pick up some belongings in his closet when he heard Thunder's last move. Even covered in his own cowardice.

— Is this all about not being picked for a fuck, Nicolas? You just happened to get rejected by your boyfriend and now you're taking it out on others? That just shows you're a piece of crap person, who would stay with someone monstrous who just likes to get punched?

Lowering his eyes to the spray deodorant he was holding, Nicolas looked over his shoulders at Thunder's pathetic smile. Those words echoed through the locker room making the environment dangerously destructive. As fast as his fury allowed, Nicolas had thrown the spray into Thunder's face.

The athlete had covered his forehead where the spray had hit, still managing to see the captain raise his hand to punch him.

And so Nicolas got into another fight.