The Boy Without A Name

Chapter Four

"Someone's got a crush!" Gwen happily chirped as she directed her gaze at him.

"What? I don't have a crush, honestly! And I am not..into..well I am not sexually inclined in that way..." Emmett stuttered out embarrassedly. Although his eyes seemed to contradict his said words since he couldn't help but look at the way he looked so elegant in his glamourous suit.

"If you think me to be utterly dumb, Em then sure, I believe you but your eyes are sparkling like Sprite, okay I don't know why I compared it like that. I am really not good at similies, only at inducing smiles. Huh, now that is definitely going to be a caption for one of my pictures. Emmett, are you even listening to me?" Gwen called out before pinching his left cheek between her forefinger and thumb, which instantly caught his attention.

"Ow! What in the bloody hell was that?" Emmett complained as he rubbed at his pinkish-red skin, before shooting her a glare.

"To gain your attention, you arse! We are at the Winter Ball, for Pete's sake, you've been obsessing over that Australian lad since like 8th grade, Emmett and it's our final year, don't you think it's time to make a confession?" Gwen implored curiously.

"No, no, no, no, no... I can't...I am not attracted to Denver, really, I am not, he's nice and all but like I said, I am not-"

"That's a bloody lie, I have been observing you, okay? Why can't you admit that you are...I don't know gay? Bisexual maybe, I don't know, it's something that you have to figure out yourself but at least, come to your bloody senses and accept it?" She reasoned frustratedly.

"I have, Gwen. I have accepted it since I was like ten years old, I know what I am, I have always known that I am not like others..not straight, or whatever but I don't think he is like me, I mean look at him, he's way out of my league and he clearly seems to have a girlfriend." Emmett pointed out.

"Oh, Zoya is just a one-night thing, don't look at me like that, I just know a lot of things that you don't and that is when I hate gossip. Besides, Em, you have nothing to lose. So what if he rejects you, at least you'd be relieved to have done something about your feelings, yeah?"

"It's not that...it's just, I am just..you wouldn't understand. Go and enjoy the ball, all right?" Emmett suggested.

"Okay, I'll give you your desired space but I'd be keeping a lookout on that golden boy of yours, and if you rebuke me for practically stalking him then you'd be wasting your time, sweety, I hope you are aware of that." She gave him a wink as she dispersed into the crowd.

Emmett sighed at her words as he concentrated on his aforementioned crush, Denver and surely, he was hanging out with some of his classmates, laughing at something that Emmett could tell was too preposterously hilarious.

"Is it always going to be like this?" He thought to himself before walking away.

Nothing could ever change, Emmett wondered with bated breath. It was a distant memory, he couldn't let himself think about him, specifically in this fatal moment of his life, where things posed a nuisance rather than a hindrance. He had nothing left to lose, maybe he never had. He was a dwindling death star of the universe, his heart had burned too bright only to fade away into nothing but stardust.

Steadfastly unmoving, he was spellbindingly stalled from his dreaded position, too transfixed to move, too overwhelmed to improve, too late to reprove. Silently blaring silence was slowly tormenting him with disproving thoughts, his mind was palsied and petrified at first, when he had turned around, presuming the worse, always assuming the worst and Emmett was used to this. Yet, he was left disappointed, heartbroken even upon his subtle terrifying discovery. The moment he had decidedly taken some steps away from the enamouring stranger, was the precise moment he could no longer hear it-the music. And it was only fair for his previous assumption to set sail into the treacherous shores of his pessimistic mind. Then why was he dejected? Why couldn't he feel normally or was it just not his style? Better yet, why was he feeling this way towards a total stranger? A stranger? A stranger?!

"Oh my God!" Emmett couldn't help but exclaim it out aloud. Something had to be extremely wrong with him to feel this way, that would really explain a lot, wouldn't it? He couldn't help but inwardly facepalm himself, he was such an idiot, he hated himself, he absolutely did.

Suddenly, he heard a hustle behind him, something that was ought to suspend him for some time since his sensory nerves were completely knackered, like a bunch of some lousy and lethargic sixth graders, and Emmett was too befuddled and simply out of his mind to coherently function for the night. If he could just make a run for it, if only time could cease its incessant hand movements for rather a minute, then maybe, he'd succeed in his immediate plans of eloping. What more could he do? He simply couldn't afford to confront the stranger, not now, not ever, he concluded in his mind.

With no way out, Emmett could only make a run for the towering shrubs, as he hesitatingly, cowered behind them, concealing his hostility and fear to the best of his ability. More rustling could be heard since the weather had conclusively decided to offer some solace to the disturbed and dense. Soft sentient breeze, carried forth a scent of its own, enrapturing his otherwise, borderline neurotic senses in a sweet cacophony of love and something else, something magical which was problematic since Emmett couldn't really feel anything, or that was what he had inherently thought before all of this.

He was slowly going out of his mind, he was certain by now. Suddenly, his eyes shifted to where he supposed the stranger was, but that was an almost mistake that he could only cover up by ducking as quickly as possible since they were headed towards his direction. Emmett couldn't breathe, it seemed to be a hassle lately, as his gaze lingered on their silhouette.

Fascinating, every step that they would take, every movement that they would make, Emmett could only ever see them with fascination. Cloudy coveted gleam glistened through their dark tresses on a moonless night, and Emmett would be lying to himself if he didn't feel bewitched to them at first sight, which was quite unusual for him given the history he had of being rather aromantic, more than anything.

As they neared him, he couldn't help but sharply inhale at the heart-stirring incense of their overwhelming perfumed aroma. Sweetly wafting through the dense air, Wisteria flowerets bloomed in rich redolence, essentially circulating around their natural aura, forming some sort of an angelic halo that had solicited Emmett's soul to only seek for something more. And just as they were making their way towards the exit, presumably, from what Emmett could make out, given the fact that he had an eidetic memory of remembering his whereabouts, Emmett could finally make sense of something that he had otherwise, failed to notice about the stranger.

As the beacon of light that reflected from the outmoded and oddly shaped lamp guided him like some north star to an adrift ship, he was left confounded at the prominence of what was inherently translucent, especially from the beginning of this entire charade. He couldn't see anything else since they were obviously, facing the other direction whilst walking away from him but they had an identity, a verification per se, that they comprehensively belonged to the same gender as Emmett himself did. Their jet black hair and white shirt, was a stark contrast from the dusky dim colours of the night sky and amidst some Delphian, divining den of inconspicuous vim, he was ethereal, an angelic devout otherworldly and all Emmett could do was look at him like he was an Angel.

Maybe he was, he deduced as his eyes followed their disappearing figure, even after they were gone, blinking stupidly at whatever it seemed to be because maybe, for Emmett, it could be a blessing in disguise, just maybe, he needed one, he thought to himself with a sigh.

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Author's Note-Greetings to all,  I hope that you are all doing well and as you can see, chapter four has become quite interesting, hasn't it? What do y'all think? I cannot wait to hear from you as usual, and if you find yourselves liking it then do not forget to vote and possibly, leave some  comments as it would really mean a lot to me. Well, I should better get back to writing more chapters, I will see you soon, take care and stay safe!