You belong to me (boyxboy)

Talking

Three hours had passed since Matthew got to school and there seemed to be an invisible wall between him and the world. More like a bubble full of air that surrounded his head, when he walked through the school gates his friends said hi and Matthew replied likewise but there seemed to be a delay in when his friends spoke and when Matthew heard them. There seemed to be a delay in everything. Matthew doesn't remember unpacking his bag in class or talking to Alex or answering a question and he doesn't remember walking from class to class and sitting now in History , his laptop beside him and his bag unpacked. Matthew was buzzing, he stared at the wall slightly too long without blinking and felt his eyes water as they dried and with the next blink he snapped out of the haze he had seemed to be in. The bubble had popped, the wall had been knocked down. Buried under the fear he clearly felt, there was a deep curiosity to know more and he thought there was no where safer than surrounded by people he knew and in a class where none of his close friends were so, with the consequences pushed to the back of his mind, Matthew took his phone from his pocket, unlocked it, and clicked on the last message he had sent to the anonymous person. He sat leaning back on his chair with his legs crossed beneath him for the next couple of minutes, although it felt longer, thinking about what he could say but there was only one question he wanted answered and eventhough he knew it was a cliche he typed out his question

What do you want?

And sent it.

The second his finger left the screen Matthew locked his phone and quickly shoved it into his bag, the curiosity he had previously felt was replaced by a new burning fear at the fact that he had just text a complete stranger who had been in his house. Matthew suddenly felt cold as he uncrossed his legs and straightened his back turning his body straight to face the front of the room. He was an idiot he thought, mentally thinking of why he made such a stupid mistake. He didn't want the person to message him and, even though Matthew had messaged him earlier, the person hadn't replied and Matthew, the f****ing genius that he is, decided to send him another text. He knew it wasn't a smart move but he convinced himself that he would just find out what the person wanted and then he would leave the situation alone. With that thought in his head, his phone vibrated in his bag and he quickly grabbed it and unlocked it, not thinking to check the message before he showed he read it. Instead of the short, cryptic message he was expecting the person had replied in length;
Sorry for not replying soon, I was held up (you'll figure out why soon),
Anyway, as I was saying earlier, if you tell anyone about me or these messages
I ensure you they will not be alive long enough to tell anyone else.
Of course I know who you are and what your name is (I managed to get your number and sneak into your house, getting your name was the easy part). Although I have to sadly admit, I wasn't the one to enter your house, I had someone else do it. Can't risk getting caught yet can I? What I want, from you anyway, is fairly easy in my eyes. I want you to talk to me everyday, to tell me about your day (although you should assume I know what you're doing anyway) and, sooner rather than later, I want you to feel for me what I feel for you.