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You could easily tell who was an Omega, Beta, or Alpha by looking at the wings. The wings of Alphas were big and often coloured in darker shades. Minho's was navy blue, whereas Newt's was jet black. Betas all had silver wings with a rounded tip. Omegas had beautiful white wings like an angel, and they sometimes held coloured tips. Nowadays, you can rarely find people with coloured tips even if they were Omegas.

"Do you think there'll be an Omega at school?" Minho asked. They did this every year after hearing that there had been an Omega during Headmistress Paige's time (her name was Rachel). It had become somewhat of a tradition between the boys, though it had never come true.

"Probably not," Newt answered, as usual. Nothing new, then.

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"Welcome, welcome!" Headmistress Paige's voice boomed through the big auditorium. Although being an elite school, they only had around a hundred students, the boys still took up a lot of the room as the wings of each boy took up the space needed for 3 chairs. "New students, please stand up."

Four people stood up, but the only person Minho could focus on was a cute boy with white wings with navy blue tips. "An Omega," he breathed out to Newt, who looked just as awed.

Taking a look at the rest of the small boy's features (he was sitting quite close to them), he noticed moles scattered on his face, forming a constellation of larger beauty marks and tiny freckles; a cute button nose, scrunching up adorably when everyone's attention focused on its owner; a lean frame with the most luxurious butt; plush cupid brow lips, a rosy shade adorning it; and chocolate tuffs blooming from the top of his head. It had an artfully styled look, but it was genuine "I forgot to do my hair in the morning" messy.

"Oooh, Minho's in looooove!" Newt sang, hooking an arm across Alby's shoulders. Alby was another Alpha who just so happened to be Newt's mate. Did Minho mention that? No, he didn't, and that might have to do with the fact that Newt found his mate before Minho did.

"Shut up, I am not!" Minho huffed.

"Well, Lover Boy," Newt drawled, shaking his head. "If you're not, you would've noticed that Paige asked them to sit down ages ago."

"R-Right," Minho stammered. What the shuck? He never stammered. "I totally noticed that."

"Totally," Newt hummed. "Paige is talking now, might wanna listen."

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"I trust that you have received your schedules and your dorm arrangements, everyone?" Paige said, raising a brow. "Please speak to a teacher if you do not have it."

Minho peered at his dorm arrangements. Each dorm had 2 people living in it, and he was with Newt last year, hence why they became really good friends, if not the fact that they were fighting over room for their wings. The compromise was that they took turns with wing-space.

Dang, it. Not Newt. Some shank named Thomas Green?

He supposed they'd just have to wait and find out who that was...

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"Who's the shank who's going to –––"

The new Greenie cut across Minho halfway through his sentence. It was that Omega, and he looked even cuter in person. "I'm Thomas! Wait, you already knew that...did you? I know your name from my dorm arrangements so I assume you know my name as well? I don't suppose –––" He cut himself off abruptly. "Well..."

"That was awkward," Minho completed for him. Honestly, he had no clue that he would be sharing with an adorable Omega. If he did, he would've made sure to make a better impression.

"I hate you, Teresa," Thomas muttered under his breath. "Wait, did I say that out loud?" Thomas' doe eyes widened, and Minho could see the flecks of gold near his pupils. There were 13. It only made Minho more attracted to the boy, to be honest, not that he needed to know that.

"Yes," Minho said awkwardly, his brows going up. "Who's Teresa?"

"Teresa's my sister," Thomas answered breathlessly. "She told me to 'be myself' when I come to school, and 'myself' is rambling. Lots of it. I'm sorry." He looked really sorry about it, and Minho wondered what his sister said about his 'myself'.

"It's fine," Minho sighed. "Your wings are beautiful," he added, just to defuse the tension.

Thomas squeaked. "Really? No one's ever told me that before... Your wings are nice, too!"

"You're also the first Omega since forever," Minho announced gently, not wishing to annoy the Greenie (hilarious) but the other Gladers would pester him about it anyway. Better for him to find out from Minho than from somebody oogling his wings. "The first one's name is Rachel."

"I know," Thomas said, shifting slightly. "That's my mum."

Minho scratched at his nape slowly. "Well, I just thought you should know..."

Thomas beamed, and Minho could swear it lit up the room. "Thanks, it means a lot."