The Jock Captain Of The Mafia

Chapter—4

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Omar's POV—

The word 'friend' rolled off that omega's lips and Omar couldn't stop himself from thinking about it. He sat there, in that very seat as he listened to Fiódor speak and give him the definitions about words they were going to use for their project.

He would gaze from time to time, see him smile at something, then frown and then scowl when Omar had something to respond and make the omega glare at him. He found his expression funny.

This new friend he's got, not having gotten one in...It didn't matter now. He was just glad he had someone like Fiódor, he hoped nothing bad can come out of it.

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When classes was over they had fortunately taken the other's number. Fiódor waved off at him as he walked past him to go meet with someone he said was his friend before he was picked up.

With a nod, they had seperated and Omar found himself staring down at the contact number.

🍒Fiódor✨

And his profile picture, god, he looked so pretty for his own good. His blonde hair tied and placed onto his shoulder with a black bow holding those straight yet wavy black rooted blonde hair. His lips were a light pink color, he had mild blush, long lashes and thin perfect eyebrows.

Omar found himself staring a bit to long at the picture, wishing he can take a screenshot of it but his app wouldn't allow that for security and privacy reasons.

"Waiting for your old man to leave the house?" A heavy Irish voice spoke. Omar closed his phone and stuffed it into his pocket, looking to this fellow with an arch brow. "And where have you been?" He asked him instead.

This new one with white hair and grayish white eyes came up to him. His body was much more built than him, he was eighteen just like him and in his second year with him in the same class.

"I was out, taking a break. Why?"

"Nothing." He shrugged and looked at his time. The other hummed and rested against the wall, seeing as omegas and some betas walked past in a group, shyly waving at them both before they continued on squealing and talking about who gave them attention.

Omar found himself rolling his eyes and sighing, head rested against the wall.

"Are you visiting your mother today?"

"Yup...I have to drop of some more clothes for her..." He mumbled, arms folding. "I see, so I can't come over then."

"If you must use the front door."

"No ladder? Man how long is he going for?"

"I hope for-fucking-ever." He soured and rose off against the wall. "Anyways, let's get out of here."

"Yeah sure whatever. Oh, I forgetten to ask if you saw that new student. I've hear a lot of about him."

"Hm, Fiódor Eun-Volkov.."

"That's his name? That's Russian if I ever heard a Russian name." He smirked before pushingt he door opened and seeing less students were there. "What is that supposed to mean?" Omar frowned before he pulled out his keys. "Nothing, just saying. Have you spoke to him? Heard a little friend of his stopped the functioning of one of your teammates baby reproductive count to zero."