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“George and Max broke up.” Lando said, apropos to nothing. Oscar had just gotten up on a Sunday and was spreading vegemite on his toast when he was hit with the news.
“Uhm, okay.” Even though the news weren't a surprise at all and in Oscar's opinion were redundant because of how often this happened, a spark of hope still appeared in his chest.
The alpha’s face must have displayed the miniscule hope as nonchalantness to Lando, as his emotions often did, because he had to clarify the situation. “No, Osc, you don't get it. This time it was George who broke up with Max, and he says it's for good now.” Lando sounded quite sure. Oscar couldn’t help but ask for details.
What he got from Lando’s disjointed storytelling was this: George and Max had been at a party last night, George had been thirsty and had asked Max to get him something to drink, he refused which had made George act frostily, which had set Max off with anger, and they had started a big row right then and there. George accused Max of always being unnecessarily angry and borderline violent with him, displaying everything he hated on alphas, and Max had said George was a prissy omega bitch. George had told Alex, who had told Lando, that that moment had made him realise that Max would never be the alpha George wanted him to be, that he was in love with an illusion. So, in tears (Lando emphasised this) he had broken up with Max and left the party. Lando also emphatically told Oscar that the omega had grabbed all of his belongings that had been in the alpha’s flat before Max had even thought to leave the party, since he had still been fuming. That he had sent Alex to drop off every single one of Max’s possessions that had been in his, including the courting gifts and nesting materials he had been gifted. All before Oscar had woken up Sunday morning.
Oscar heard all this and immediately felt like shit because instead of wondering how his friends were doing emotionally, he was worrying about what would happen to his friend group. This had been the most people he had ever been friends with simultaneously, without counting friendly acquaintances. No one quite knew how they came to be or how they managed to get nine people regularly together as busy and mostly functioning adults with varying jobs (and three heat and two rut cycles), but they had worked, even with all the Max and George drama. Oscar now foresaw that the group would be split apart and that everyone would pick sides, at least for as long as the feud that Lando said had started would last, and that he would be friendless again with the exception of his childhood bestfriend, Logan, and Lando, who was his roommate. Of course, he said none of this to Lando, and instead asked if he was the last to know.
“Yeah mate. George told Alex and me, and Charles who had, of course, already heard from Max and told Pierre and Chilli all about it so they are on Max’s side. And Alex told Logan, and now I’m telling you.” This left Oscar reeling, so from his closest friends he was the last to know. Lando continued on talking, “And, like of course, it’s not to make you choose sides or anything, not that there are sides,” the beta added that last part quite quickly,” but I did invite Alex and George over so he could mope and we could have ice-cream, because George is now avoiding Charles since it looks like he’s on Max’s side despite being George's roommate.” Lando immediately contradicted himself, “Is that okay, Osc?” Lando finished.
Oscar nodded. “Uhm, no yeah, no problem mate.” The alpha let the silence linger for one second, and added, “If George’d like, I mean I have no problem with- if, if he wants to nest with you guys out here, yeah? I’ll stay out of the way.” Oscar felt his face burning.
“Thanks, mate!” Lando clapped Oscar’s shoulder and started texting Alex the plan.
Oscar had a feeling that he would be seeing a lot more of George than Max now.