For Mattie

Chapter Seven

×Chapter Seven×
×He's In Love~×

Being back at school after the incident was strange to Matthew. He still suffered from the bullies and being ignored by teachers, but he was glad things were turning up at home. Walking down the almost empty corridor, a tug pulled Matthew away from his thoughts. Turning around, he frowned as he looked up at one of his main bullies; Carlos. Although the Cuban teen mistakes him for Alfred, it still didn't make sense. Alfred was a junior, Matthew was a freshmen. Plus, Alfred and him barely had any same features since Alfred played sports and was stronger while Matthew was still small and frail. It bothered the younger blonde but he bit his tongue, keeping back any words.

"American pig, where's my money?!" Carlos growled, pointing an accusing finger at Matthew's chest. The boy stumbled back and sighed, trying his hardest not to make a harsh remark.

"Leave me alone, Carlos. It's Matthew, not Alfred" as the younger teen made a move to step around Carlos, the bigger teen grabbed his arm in a bruising grasp, bones cracking a bit.

"Ah! H-hey!" Matthew barely spoke above a normal tone, wincing as he felt himself losing circulation to his hand. Carlos pushed him agaisnt the lockers harshly, delivering a punch to Mattie's stomach. Moaning out in pain, Matthew's eyes widened when hands went around his neck in a choking hold. Hitting and scratching at the large, calloused hands, the small Canadian kicked his bully in the privates. Carlos let go of him immediately, hands shooting down to cup his privates through loose fitted jeans.

"You little bitch!" Carlos yelled, sticking his leg out and tripping Matthew, who tried to run away. The boy fell to the ground, hitting his chin on the cold tile. Groaning, he picked himself up with his elbows only for his strawberry locks to be pulled. Before Carlos can do anymore damage, a large pale, and slightly scarred, hand landed on his shoulder.

"I suggest you let go of mein Biride before I stab you repeatedly" Gilbert snarled, pocket knife hiding in his left sleeve. Carlis let go of his victim and raised his hands in mock surrender.

"I see you gained an interest in this little bitch, huh?" Carlos growled. Matthew's eyes widened but he stood up with the support of an wall, backing away slowly. It seemed they forgot him, getting into a fight about him.

"At least I'll have a bigger chance of getting into his pants" Gilbert says, unfazed by the death glare from Carlos. The forgotten Canadian teen looked at Gilbert before storming away, tears threatening to fall. Why did he feel like this? What was this feeling? Perhaps Lars can help...

"What'cha doin' kiddo? You n'ver seem to be the type to ditch purposely" Lars says, smoking a cigarette in his car as fifth period went on. Matthew was seated in the passengers seat, used to the toxic smell of the smoke. Looking up at his best friend, he couldn't help but admire the slightly older teen. Lars was very handsome, along with Ivan and Gilbert. They each had their own unique charm that makes them attractive.

"I like your smile..." Matthew thinks out loud, getting an surprised look from the Dutch teen. Coughing as he forgot to blow out the smoke from his lungs, Lars smiled weakly at a now flustered Canadian.

"Thanks Matt. Here, have a hit" Lars says, gesturing to his cig after Matthew tilted his head in confusion. Realizing what Lars meant, Matthew bit his bottom lip. He never wanted to do drugs before, since it was clearly weed Lars was smoking, but he heard the three say how it loosens them up. Maybe...