Chapter 5The next time I saw Mathias it was a Valentine’s Day surprise. I’d thought about him a lot over Christmas and the week after, wondering, among other things, what those poor kids he’d thrown that fancy benefit for had received in their stockings and how much fuller his was. The imagined disparity had pissed me off. We’d gotten the computer, which was set up in the living room, meaning porn-surfing was still limited. I kept thinking about feigning some sort of illness so I could stay home from school and play on it naked all day while both parents were at work. So far, I hadn’t, mostly because of swimming.
I hadn’t spoken to Mathias. Not once. He’d called three times, but stubbornness or fear, misunderstanding or not feeling good enough, one of those things stopped me from returnin
