~ What If We could Rewrite the Stars ✨

Prologue

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I couldn't focus my vision. Hence blinked my eyes for a few times to try to get them back to working. But yet again, much to my disappointment, everything remained blurry.

If you think I just woke up from a good night's sleep, you will be very wrong. Cause situation was much graver.

They were still there. Probably were still continuously bombarding me with those insults I dreaded the most. But it was a good thing that I could no longer listen to what they were saying. My ears were ringing. I could only hear the buzzing sound inside my head.

"Ummmkk!" The buffed one kicked in my gut again. It took me everything to not scream in pain.

I was on the footpath behind my school, lying on the ground, getting beaten by a bunch of guys who were probably of the same age as me.

I blinked for a few more times but my eyes stubbornly refused to cooperate with me. I could only vaguely figure out red liquid smeared everywhere on my white school uniform.

Is that blood?

I could grasp a hazy picture. One of them was aiming to kick at my crotch. I instinctively tried to lift my hand to protect myself, but couldn't quite do it. My hand was hanging in an unnatural angle- was it appearing like that because of my disturbed vision or is it for real? Oh! They broke my arm.
I closed my eyes knowing I couldn't protect my privates from their attack. But that anticipated blood-curling hit never came.

I opened my eyes again gathering some courage. Someone was there, standing in front of me with a baseball bat in his hand. He was tall. His back was facing me. Was he trying to protect me?

I was anxious. They were four, while he stood alone. This was an unmatched rivalry, 4 Vs 1. I was feeling so helpless. For the first time in my life someone stood up for me but I was not even in a condition to help him. That was when for the first time I regretted not being manly.

Laying there, my hyperactive brain screamed at me, he and I are from different worlds. He stood there, alone yet fearless, infront of all those bullies. And here I was, lying on the ground, amidst blood, sweat, tears and dirt.

OH!

He adopted an attacking stance raising the bat towards them. They backed away? They freaking backed away!!! Who was this guy???

My saviour turned towards me and dropped his baseball bat to ground. I tried to keep my eyes open. Heavens!!! I just want to see his face.

But perhaps a gay like me has no rights to experience this privilege. My energy level was dropping down rapidly, I was struggling to keep my eyes open. Finally, I gave in. A lethargy slowly overpowered my entire body. I could feel him patting my cheeks in order to wake me up. Trust me, I am trying my best to open my eyes too... I felt him scoop my arm up from the grounds. Was he wrapping my arm with something? I guess, he was. He picked my head up and supported it on his chest. It felt quite rock solid.

The next thing I could remember was waking up in a hospital ward. My stepsister was the only person who remained with me there. Perhaps, I drifted towards unconsciousness once I found the warmth and security I was searching for, in his arms.

I remained in the hospital for nearly 7 days before returning to my.. well.. where I stayed. It felt funny to call it a 'home'. Atleast people living together in a 'home' should care about each other. But no one cares for me anymore. Was being gay a crime? I always used to think about this as a naive and clueless teenager.

My biological father loved my stepbrother more than me, same goes for my stepmother. The only reason was he didn't bring shame on them by being a gay.

I was sitting on my bed with his jersey in my hand. This was the only thing he left behind. Perhaps he wrapped my hand with this. I felt a strong urge to sniff it, but I knew better than that. That's something perverts would do.

Atleast I had some information about him. His jersey read Dylan. And this seems to belong to the baseball team. I was so happy that he left some clues behind and that I could actually meet and talk with him in guise of returning it.

I usually liked staying away from people. I dont like to talk much. My only friend, Pihu, said I was the perfect example of an introvert. She is the only person I trust with my life. She doesn't hate me like everyone else. Yes, she is my stepsister too.

You can do this! You just need to return his jersey and thank him. Nothing will ever go wrong. Trust yourself. I was talking to myself, trying to motivate my introverted ass.

I heard a bunch of girls chanting his name loudly. I walked towards the arena. I was trying to read every jersey name, atleast number. His jersey read 7.

I saw a few beautiful girls sitting on the stadium watching the practice session. I thought I should sit too and climbed on the stadium gallery. That was when I saw him. 'Dylan' the jersey read. Yes, number 7 too. I should have been happy after finally spotting him, but in reality, couldn't manage. He seemed to be kissing a girl. My heart felt a pang. My hands balled into fists. But wait, why am I feeling this way? It is not like I have fallen for him without even knowing how he looks like, right?

I was still in a daze when I saw him turn his face towards me. Holy mother ! How can such a perfect face exist on this planet? My heart was beating wildly in my ribs. He walked towards me. Was he smiling at me? Did he recognise me? God! Even his smile was perfect.

"Give." he said stretching out his hand.

"Huh?" His dazzling smile nearly blinded me. I couldn't even speak.

He took the jersey from my hand and... signed it??? I was in so much confusion.

"Eeerrrr.." I tried to speak but he cut in " You don't have to thank me. I try giving autograph to all my fans. Keep supporting me!"

What? Autograph? Fan? Who was your fan? Narcissist!

But whom was I kidding? I was never into sports but I still went to every single baseball match after that. During lunch hours, I used to choose a place for where I can stare at him without any disturbance. Pihu would never do anything to annoy me. She would sit there, quietly accompanying me, while eating lunch.

It was the farewell program in our school. I was shocked to see Dylan on stage. He danced... He danced like a pro... Is there anything he can't do well? I murmured under my breath.

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Hi readers,
I just wanted to say thank you for choosing this book. I hope I dont disappoint you guys. Keke..

Oh, bdw this is my second book. I have another book called "the extra-ordinary life". That is not a BL though. Still if anyone of you likes to read that book, please go ahead and read it.