"Beautiful" (Omegaverse Michael x Noah)

~69~ "Caught."

Heh.
Nice.

...

Anyway.

*takes place about a week later.*

~Michael~ (Violence, blood, descriptive pain.)

"How did you ever get Noah to let you out, hm?" Posi laughed as we walked down the street together late in the afternoon. "I thought you were on lockdown?" She teased with a grin, starting to walk backwards so she could look at me.
She's definitely gonna end up bumping into someone.

"I asked him but he said no, because he didn't think it was safe. Soo.. He doesn't really know I'm here." I crossed my arms, biting the inside of my cheek as I walked.

She gasped dramatically, "Bad.." She slowed down, walking next to me again. I rolled my eyes.

"He's just anxious." I shrugged. "Besides, he has meetings all day, he won't even notice." I rolled my eyes, I could get a college degree while he was in meetings and he'd never know.

"He'll smell all the other people on you." She crooked an eyebrow with a smirk, like she figured out something I hadn't.

"Scent blockers." I booped the tip of her nose, a cocky smile on my face.
"Elias got them for me."

"Elias? You hate him."

"Eh. But, he was there and I needed someone to get me a pregnancy test." I said as we walked into a store. "For some reason, he got scent blockers too." I mumbled, following her around the store as she insisted on looking at every single item of clothing.

"How's your leg?" She looked down at the white coloured bandages peeking through my ripped baggy jeans.

"I dunno, it's fine." I shrugged, "Being pregnant is worse." I chuckled, leaning against the clothing rack. She picked up a blank tank top and held it against her body, looking in the mirror with a small sound of consideration.

"Thoughts?" She turned to me.

"They're pants." I tilted my head.

"Be specific!" She stomped, glaring at me.

"Okay, okay- uh, it looks kind of tight in the hips." I looked at the way the denim got smaller around the waist and hips. It looked uncomfortable to wear.

"True." She sighed, placing it back. "I don't like my hips in tight pants."

"Your hips look fine." I rolled my eyes. She smiled at me with a laugh. "You're pretty." I grumbled.

"Awhh, how sweet." She smiled, picking up a black tank top. "Hold." She tossed it to me as I followed her to the counter of the store. She grabbed it from my arms and placed it on the counter, the employee scanned it.
Posi paid, took the shirt and dragged me out of the store.

I stumbled down the street as she suddenly let me go. "Woahhh, are you drunk?" She laughed as she caught me before I fell.

I grinned, "Shut up—" I began, but before I could get another word out, suddenly someone grabbed my neck and dragged me into an alleyway.
I was thrown to the ground. I caught myself with my hands, looking back to see a familiar face.
"Fuck.." I squinted, seeing the figure throw Posi to the ground next to me. She yelped, her arm hitting against the cold concrete.

Fuck. Mathew..

He grabbed my hair, dragging me to my feet and slamming my body against the wall. "You fucking slut, you thought you could just forget about me?" He took a step towards me, raising his hand to hit me. Posi dashed in front of me, growling as she bared her teeth and punched him square across his stupid face.