You belong to me (boyxboy)

Anger

Hi guys! Thank you so much for the support and the continued love and I hope you still enjoy this story and if you've forgotten anything please re-read it as I will now be updating regularly. 

If any of you are interested in why I took a break, I have had real problems with my anxiety recently which has been made worse by the fact that I am now £135 a week poorer which means I am really struggling to pay rent for this year. I hope you all understand and will perhaps send a prayer or two my way. 

School hours always passed fairly quickly once the second or third lesson had come to an end, the morning fog eventually lifted and the social aspect of education came into full swing by the time lunch came. In other words, school became more enjoyable once people were awake enough to ignore the lesson and talk instead.

 It was around 20 minutes into the lesson when Matthew felt himself zone out, no interesting conversations were happening around him and he had no desire to talk about the work so he decided to make do with his imagination until the hour was up. However, recently, his thoughts always seemed to fall back to one thing. In the short period of time Matthew had known Kaiden, it seemed as if a lot had happened when, in reality, barely anything had occurred. 

I mean he now has a stalker. 

                                    Or now knows he has a stalker anyway. 

His perception of security and safety has completely gone out the window and every ping from his phone fills him with anxiety. 

                                  But his friends have stayed the same, as has his family, as has his school life. 

Everything had changed and yet everything was somehow the same. 

Thinking about the other boy had Matthew discreetly checking his phone under his blazer to which he realised his phone was dead. Thinking to the previous night, Matthew didn't remember putting his phone on charge which meant it had probably been dead for a while. Fuck. Making a note to himself to buy a portable charger at some point, Matthew put his phone back into his pocket and attempted to pay attention to the teacher. American politics was a hit and miss subject for him, he enjoyed it, sure, but god was it sometimes boring. He copied down what was on the board and partly listened to what was being said around him. His mind was apparently not agreeing with this plan as his thoughts, as they always did recently, kept drifting back to Kaiden. The idea that he couldn't get the other boy out of his head left an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

The final 30-ish minutes of the lesson went by fairly quickly with Matthew occupying himself by filling in various letters in his notebook with black ink, he never gave this book in anyway so he doubted he would get into trouble. Eventually, the hour was up and the loud shrill of the bell filled the classroom. Matthew, with his bag already packed, was the first one out of the door. He walked down the corridor and down the stairs to Charlie's classroom, happy to finally be able to talk to one of his friends. A small pang hit him when he realised, no matter how much they talked and how much Matthew trusted his friend, he would never be able to tell him about Kaiden. He would never be able to rant to anyone about his situation apart from himself. In a weird way, he had never felt so distant from those around him even though he doubted they would realise. For their safety that was probably for the best but a small, selfish part of him wished one of them would notice, that one of them would pry into his personal life and give him no choice but to tell them everything. It was such a selfish thought but it gnawed at the back of Matthew's mind in his desperation to be able to talk to someone, anyone, about what had been going on.