This is Chapter 2 it's a little longer hope you like! Please review!

***Third person POV***

The weekend passed quickly. Matthew stayed to himself and was quiet the whole weekend, Arthur was at work most the time, Francis went out with his friends, or was at the bakery, and Alfred was at all his friends houses the entire weekend.

Monday morning came around and Matthew got up when his alarm went off at 6:30 and went to wake Alfred in the next room. He shook him back and forth annoyed at his brother who could sleep through a tuba blowing in his ear most likely.

"Dang it, Alfred, get your lazy ass up..." He shoved him off the side of the bed with a grunt and Alfred hit the floor then grumbled sitting up.

"Damn it...Mattie five more minutes man..." he groaned loudly. Matthew rolled his eyes.

"If you don't get your lazy butt up then we are going to be late." He snapped and threw his clothes at him. Alfred whined the whole time that he got his clothes on and his teeth brushed. Matthew poured him cereal quickly and ate his own before the bus came at 7:25. He pushed his brother out quickly and was at the bus stop at 7:15.

Matthew looked over Alfred slowly when they got to the bus stop, noting the usual cowlick and bomber jacket. Alfred was wearing blue jeans with holes in the knees and a plain white t-shirt under the jacket showing off his toned body. Matthew looked down at himself quietly. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a dark red worn out hoodie along with some old sneakers. He ran a hand through his soft hair and blushed lightly at himself standing next to his brother.

"Bro? You coming or what?" Alfred raised a brow stepping on the bus that had pulled up without Matthew noticing.

"Oh yea...Sorry I was in my own little world for a minute." He got on quickly and on the way to the back of the bus was tripped and landed on his stomach with a pained grunt.

"Watch where you are going emo.~" Gilbert, another jockey and a major bully of Matthew, snickered as he moved his leg back in the seat. The girls around him giggled and pointed at him. Matthew felt tears come to his eyes as he picked up his bags and went to the very last seat in the bus.

Alfred, unaware of what just happened, was sitting right next to Antonio behind Gilbert and was talking with the two happily, being one of their best friends and often went to their houses after school.

Matthew stuck in his head phones and for the next twenty minutes paper balls, airplanes, and spit wads hit him in the head and shoulders. As soon as the bus pulled up to the school Matthew went as fast as he could to his locker and grabbed his flute and ran to band class. When he walked in everyone was putting their instruments together and he smiled and put his together quickly. He knew he was safe in this room since the band here was like family. Some people even greeted him and treated him like a normal human.

"Matvey! Good morning!" A thick Russian accent greeted him while he practiced scales with the other flutes. Matthew turned around and smiled at Ivan. Ivan always noticed him and was his best friend, the scariest kid in school, and Alfred's mortal enemy. Ivan fixed his tuba he was holding.

"Hi Ivan. How are you?"

"I'm doing good comrade...You look like you've had a bad morning..." He pulled out a spit wad from his hair with a serious look. Matthew looked down biting his lip.

"The usual..." He mumbled. He told Ivan about everything and would often have lunch outside with him just so they could talk about their home problems.

"Want to talk about it?" Ivan softly pat his shoulder putting down the tuba he was holding.

"u-um...sure...How about at lunch later?"

"Sorry Matvey. I wont be able to go to lunch with you today my sisters want me by them...Do you think we can meet after school? I can drive you home da?" Matthew's eyes lit up never having anywhere to go after school

"That would be awesome..."

"Good! See you then Matvey!" He pat his shoulder and walked of to his section getting ready to play. Matthew smiled happily the rest of band and went to his next class. He had science and they didn't do much then he went to math. After math was study hall. He dreaded that class because it seemed that every bully in the entire school was jammed into one class. He walked in slowly and went as far back as he could and tried ducking down and hiding.

"Well look who it is~..." Gilbert was leaning on his desk and behind him his shoulders were grabbed by Antonio. Matthew tensed up nervously.

"What do you want Gilbert?..."

"Fag you know when you went over my ankle this morning it sort of hurt..." He snarled darkly and smirked.

"You tripped me that wasn't my fault!"

"Shut up." he was flicked in the nose "I think I should be able to get you back..." He stomped hard down on Matthews ankle making it pop loudly and Matthew yelp in pain. Antonio let go and smirked pinching his ear.

The teacher walked in and the two quickly made it to their seats undetected while Matthew cradled his foot slightly hissing. The whole period he was hit with spit balls from the other jocks in the class and he stayed there. When the bell rang everyone in the class made it a goal to knock stuff from his hands, elbow him, ignore him, or slap him over the head as they walked past. He sighed and got everything then went out to lunch and sat quietly under a tree. A shadow went over him and he looked up and froze. Gilbert stood there and smirked darkly.

He had a reason he sat with Ivan; he was the only person Gilbert was scared of. Beside Gilbert came Antonio again then on his other side came Ricardo, who was a Cuban boy who tended to steal cigars when he could. They smirked all looking to each other then Matthew. Antonio grabbed his legs while Ricardo grabbed his arms wrapping a hand around covering his mouth. Matthew went wide-eyed and tried screaming but nobody heard him as Gilbert walked to the bathrooms with them.

He opened a stall and everyone walked in with him. The pair shoved Matthew to his knees and Gilbert grabbed the back of his head and chuckled.

"Hey fag~ Don't drowned~" he pushed Matthews head down into the toilet and flushed. He thrashed and tried pulling away. Gilbert let his head up only so he could gasp for breath then pushed him back down three or four more times. After the trio punched and kicked him until he curled into a ball, then laughed as they walked out of the bathroom.

Matthew laid crying for the next two hours then slowly came out wiping his eyes. He went to his very last class and sat there silently holding perfectly still. After school he got everything and went outside and sat on the stairs. Ivan came out and looked at him.

"Matvey there you are! I was looking for you in history where were you I was worried..." He stopped talking seeing Matthew's hair was wet and he was looking at him with a trembling lip and broken eyes. Matthew broke down and started crying and in a instant Ivan had picked him up bridal style and carried him to his car, getting him in, then sitting on the other side softly rubbing his hand.

"I-I'm so sick of this Ivan!" Matthew sobbed out and hugged onto Ivan.

"Sh, It's okay you can tell me all about it..." Matthew opened up and told him everything about the swirly, how he was lonely and nobody liked him, and how he was always being picked on because he was gay or because he wasn't a jock.

Ivan listened to every word carefully and when he was done speaking he hugged him close.

"You are beautiful and talented Matvey don't let anyone bring you down..." He tilted his head up and smiled softly and Matthew smiled back. "So you're gay da?" Matthew wearily nodded not sure if he was about to be picked on.

"Yes...Why?" He said slowly then a pair of lips pressed to his making him freeze up for a moment then slowly pull back.

"Because I like you Matvey. I would like to date da?" Matthew bit his lip.

"E-erm Ivan...y-you should ask my papa for permission first..."

"Da! I can tonight..." He said cheerfully and started the car and drove happily to Matthews home. Matthew was smiling out the window happy he might have a chance that he wouldn't be alone anymore. Not thinking of the consequences of dating his brothers most hated rival.