He’s mine now, I guess?

You had grown up very well off, (mostly) happy parents and a steady life. Until you moved to Ontario, Landville. this place was a hellhole to put it politely as you could, your parents thought a change of scenery from the city would help but all it did was put you all in a crime ridden, drug filled mess of a place.

You had been enrolled in the local school and mostly just kept your head down and avoided the other teens as much as you could without getting in trouble for ‘antisocial behaviour’.

It had been another day of school when you saw a boy you’ve never seen in the school before get almost immediately scolded by the teacher and then kicked out for processing to smoke in the middle of the class, ‘Kevin Spencer’ you heard a few teens near you mutter.

Classes had passed and now it was lunch, you were sat with the few rich kids in this town you had befriended just to keep your parents off your back about being lonely. You look around and see the same ‘Kevin’ sat alone looking vaguely like a kicked puppy about having no lunch. Being the semi-kind person you were, you bought him some lunch and this is how this started.

The boy hadn’t left you alone since then, trailing you like a duckling, not letting you out of his sight at all as you tried to ignore the boy who seemingly took your meaningless action as an offer of friendship.