The Series Will Sail (A Fan Fictional Short BL story)

Series 1: PerthSaint

DISCLAIMER

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination and used in a fictitiously manner. Any resemblance to actual events, places or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

SAINT'S POV:

It would be like creating your own credibility, existence, and adjusting your actions towards these people I didn't even know a single thing whereas to be in a totally different place. People might say I'm a stranger although I actually was.

I have no idea why my dad sent me here, but he said, "This is the best thing for me," weird, isn't it?. Following his order, and I didn't have a courage to complain at him, I'm just worried that I may have breached his rules. If I dare to do that, he'd be rather disappointed at me.

Since I thought, I need to find  out much more about this place, recognize new people's and even the new environment, it's very hard to cope with that now. I hate that as well, truly.

I strolled and I don't know where I'll be heading, I would like to know what is really interesting here, was the place special?

I wouldn't know, yet.

After a few of strolling around, somebody bumped me on the back. I was stunned, and I don't know how to respond. Moments later, I turned to him, and he's a man.

That isn't surprising though....

I could have felt that he also was stunned, "I'm sorry, I truly apologize." he said, while bowing his head, it sounded genuine.

I said apologize, too, I might have a mistake, "Oh...I'm sorry," why does that seem awkward?

"Sorry... sorry..." he bowed again, then he looked back at me.

Abruptly, I swallowed up in seeing his whole profile. Momentarily, I remembered that he was what my friend wanted when we talked about somebody, however, I still recall that this is the guy he was referring to since he showed me his photo.

That was a long time ago.

Knowing that my friend is a gay person, he wants a straight guy, nuts.

He showed a wry smile, "Are you alright? Have I hurt you too much?" he looks concerned as if he's going to take care of me.

Isn't he? We didn't know each other, either.

Why does he look worried about it? I'm a man, not a woman, or maybe — no, he didn't notice it..right?

I smiled nervously, "No.. no.." I shook my hand in front of him, "I'm alright, sorry if you bumped me all of a sudden," I don't know what I'm saying anymore.

Someone came to him eventually, "Bro! Where are you going, walking as quick more like you're following someone — were you?" the guy who had just appeared put his arm on his shoulder.

He looked annoyed at him and afterwards removed his arm from his shoulder, "Get over it," he hissed.

The guy was just laughing at what he was saying.

I don't really like talking to other people. I guess I'm going to have to start leaving now, as this guy next to him looks like he's a member of a group.

Yeah, I should leave now.

I was about to turn my back on them when he unexpectedly called me, and suddenly I stopped.

'What now?' I was questioning on the back of my mind.

As for me not to look disrespectful, I turned to him, or should I say to them. I'm embarrassed to smile about how I'm supposed to react on these matter.

"Oh, man, your new friend?" the other guy asked him about.

He didn't mind, "Are you going to leave?" suddenly he asked.

At that question, I felt the freeze. Is he asking about me?

I didn't know how to respond since I doesn't expect that to be. Whose man would have asked a man.

That is indeed a different matter.

"Uhm... uh.."

"It seems it's my first time I've seen you," I guess I feel like I'm going to thank him for cut in the conversation.

Conversation? Really Saint?

"Yes... uh.. I'm just new here,"

He made an expression on his face while nodding his head, "I see.." and afterwards he turn his head next to him, "Let's go Perth, I think Trace are waiting for us."

The guy next to him, whose name is Perth, didn't leave his eyes on mine. His eyes became wary, and he spoke softly, not like when he was talking next to him.

Or I just made a mistake about all of that.

"Let's go," he told him what I was supposed to call this guy — his friend?

He was trailing him.

What with those men?

I bowed to say, "Good Morning," she did the same thing, too.

"May I ask?" I said and she nodded, "Where can I find Section A14?"

She nodded, then pointed to the lane, "You're just going straight, then when you see the corridor you're going to turn right and that's your section," with a wide smile.

I'm a little closer to my section.

I also smiled, "Thank you," I leave first, sensing her eyes following me.

I have noticed that her attention has been stuck to mine since I asked her.

I'm not attracted to a woman, if that's exactly what it is.

I just followed exactly what she meant, since it appears like she's been studying here for a long time. Also I'm freshman, and I don't know where exactly I'm heading.

As I walked into the room, I saw my classmates whispering and talking while I was busy finding where else to sit, and there was a vacant chair next to that guy.

I was embarrassed to sit beside him, instead I looked around and observed the surroundings.

"What are you doing here?" the guy next to me began to out-speak.

I was startled, but in the end I recovered quickly, "Uh...this is my section...?" inside me, I feel uneasy.

Alright, common sense.

It seems like from the first day I suddenly felt ashamed, I thought he was talking to me, and then I suddenly knew when a guy came in.

Wait a minute. I think I know this guy, he's the guy I saw last time.

If he's been here, maybe.... perhaps not.

There was arrogance in the man's face, "You left me, you didn't bother to wake me up, you son of a b*tch" pointed the index finger at it.

It just made him laugh about it.

I just found there was an empty seat in the back.

Why was that the first seat I saw, and I didn't see the one in the back?

Thinking about it made me scratch my head.

He went straight there. This was followed by the arrival of an old man, maybe our professor in this subject, and I was a little nervous because the school system was different.

I expect this to come, "You're a freshman, right?" referring to me, I nodded, "Kindly introduce yourself to us before we started our discussion."

I can sense the classmates eyes on mine.

I stood up, "Hi, I'm Saint, great to meet all of you," well I don't know what else to say because of the intense nervousness that I felt.

Our professor smiled, "Okay, you can take your seat, we're great to meet you, too. I hope you'll enjoy studying here," I just smiled and took my seat.

Professor began to discuss about the lesson when the guy next to me unexpectedly spoke.

"Dude, do you have a spare pen?"

I wonder if he's asking me, or the guy he's talking of earlier, or other than the one next to him on the other side.

Instead of answering his question, I just ignored it because I might be disgrace again.

It's a good thing that he didn't noticed or heard what I said earlier.

Someone unexpectedly reached me, and I don't know how I'm reacting to what he did.

'Surprising,'

I frowned and turned around, "Uhm...w-why?"

He spoke, "I just wanted to ask if you had an extra pen?" that was a good question, I didn't expect he's asking me.

I acted instantly, took out my pencil case and took a pen then gave it to him.

"This... is it all?" why did I even say?

What's going on with you? Oooh, Saint.

It does seem like I could no longer rest nicely on this chair right now, specifically whenever I act like this towards him.

I don't know why.

"Thank you," I smiled.

When is it going to end?. Speaking of.

"Class dismissed" our professor said, then he walked out.

I went out next, too, my class was over and my time are now free.

And if I stay inside for a while, I can't speak to anyone because I don't know them that well yet.

I have no intention to interact with them, not that I don't like them, just because I wouldn't want to.

Where am I going anyway?. Planning to sit on the bench near and going to enjoy my time.

I just finished eating, and I'm full of food.

Perhaps I'm going to look for a seat first, or I can chill out during this moment.

I saw a bench near a soccer field, and I could feel the gaze of certain girls, and they all seemed to talk about me.

That was all right with me, it was the same thing I used to do.

There's someone playing in that field, wearing a blue and black jersey. A standard bond of color in soccer team.

Really don't have much interest in sports since I doesn't play it and didn't know much about that staff.

Honestly, I'm not that sporty person — my preferences were just... normal, I guess.

PERTH'S POV:

"What now, after this? You're still going to hide the truth about your feelings?" Tree demand that when we were in the locker room, we're changing our uniform into a soccer jersey.

I only smirked on that, what again? he's not the one who's going to hide anything.

He's done first, I ended up next to him, so I closed the locker and turned in front of him.

"Just shut up," I left first, I know he will say something about any of this.

Not a day goes by when he doesn't talk, sometimes I just wonder why I considered him a friend of a friend.

Anyway, I'm not that loud and talkative.

I heard him chase, "Wait me up, dude!" he yelled, echoing through the hallway.

I was shaken by the power of his voice, embarrassing.

"Hey!" I said with them.

They look early now what's up? Typically, I'm ahead of all of them, except our Team Leader.

I questioned, "What's the matter with you coming this early?" they laughed at my inquiry.

"Changes, Perth, changes." they highlighted the last phrase.

Changes my ass.

The whistle began to make a noise looks like we needed to start practicing.

There should never be a waste of time since I'd like to win.

I was here last year, and this is the last time I could play soccer.

I am a graduate student, and this is my last year, so I must give all my shot to win this upcoming competition.

"Let's all go!"

I'm running after them.

The sun is so strong, kind of used to these.

Prey kicked the ball to me. I got it and immediately kicked it tough because Tutor might get it away.

"Gone badly, man," Ham said, "I guess you kicked too much and it seems like you hurt someone sitting there," he snouted on a bench a little closer to the field.

I ran all of a sudden, then he was right, I hit a person, its seems like his nose was stricken as he was holding it.

I came towards him to lift him since he fell on the ground.

"You alright?" I asked worriedly. Never assume that  the ball is after him.

"Man, maybe he needs to be check, take him to the clinic? Seems like his nose was bruised," I nodded in agreement.

I led him upright, "All right, you take care of the coach, just informed him directly," he nodded, "I'll be right back," I added.

Why was he on that bench and he didn't even dodge the ball!?

It would be better for me to take him to the clinic right away, or perhaps anything else happens to his nose, I'm always going to be responsible.

SAINT'S POV:

"Oh, Geez!" I just fell to my seat when the ball unexpectedly struck directly to my nose.

I'm losing my balance by that!

Shuttering my eyes due to the extreme pain it causes. I didn't notice that ball were heading to myself.

There are so many things that might have struck, but why my nose?! Do they want to turn my nose into a pug nose?

The pain that came, the force when it comes to mine. Adding to it, my butt fell to the ground.

I feel like my nose has been struck a lot of times.

Is that what they called poor luck?

Am I going to have it over again?

Argh!!!

I heard their footsteps coming up wherever I was. Great thing they realized that somebody was hit?

My nose might be sensitive, perhaps if they knew it.

However because of the pain I was still dealing with, I honestly didn't think I can open my eyes since I don't know how to stop it.

It might be bleeding now.

He asked me if I was all right. Even if I want to answer him, I don't have the energy due to what happened.

'Do I look fine at this one?' the back of my mind questioned him.

Someone suddenly spoke up and said that he should bring me through the clinic to check myself and see if there's any fracture.

I nodded secretly, he was right.

He helped me to stand with his guidance. He placed my hand on the back of his shoulder, and his hand is on my waist.

I feel like a pale shade that follows his actions. When he walked, of course I have to walk too.

I'd think we'd get to the clinic were my eyes are closed. I have no intention of opening my eyes, either.

"Dra., I need your help for this one," he said.

"What's the matter?" the Doctor asked, this man who takes me explain all about what happened and why I have this and also where I have this blood on my nose.

It could be his fault, since he brought me here.

Did he feel guilty for what he did?

Maybe not? I don't know anything.

"Sit down here first, and I'm just going to get something. Help him stay there first, because I'm going to get something to figure out what happened to him," he reminded us and I nodded.

He helped me sit, that's when I felt the pain of my butt.

'How is this happening to me?' started asking myself as if I could answer it properly and correctly.

"Does it still hurt?" I feel some concern throughout his voice.

I haven't answered him.

I truly wish I'm all fine.

When the Doctor came back, I felt like my head was raised so that my nose would no longer bleed. 

PERTH'S POV:

Initially, I left them there just to answer Tree's call.

"This better be important, Tree," I begun the talk.

"Oh, just calm down, your head's hot again. I just called to say what I was saying — coach wants to talk to you — no, it's wrong — what's that again?" I darkened because of what his saying.

"Will you just direct to the point?!"

"Only — coach said that you must come back now,"

"Didn't Palm say I would still go back there?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask him about it?" he responded in vain.

"Yeah.. I'll be right back, I just need to inform the Doctor. Just give me 5 minutes then informed coach that I'm coming," I ended the call immediately.

I went back inside the clinic right away, then. It seems like they haven't done what they're doing yet, so I just told the Nurse.

'I'll just talk to him tomorrow, maybe.'

SAINT'S POV:

"Excuse me Dra., someone told me earlier to tell you that he'll leave because there's an urgent, he also said that maybe tomorrow or later he'll come back,"

"Is that so? All right, thank you Nurse Ely,"

He already left without apologizing? I thought he was only going out to talk to the person who called him to be a friend of his.

Why am I still thinking about him? He's the one who'll take care of this but doesn't mean I'm going to forgive him for what he did. It's a bad thing I haven't seen his face and who he is.

He wasn't even sorry for what he did.

And why do I care about it? I sound like a woman, yes, I'm gay, but I'm not totally a woman.

Dra. already finished from what she was doing to my nose, "Based on result that came out today there was no fracture that happen to your nose maybe it's just bleeding perhaps because of the impact of a ball so all in all, everything really alright — shouldn't just hit it again because your nose looks sensitive," she forced a smile after.

I simply smiled, nodding at what she said, "Ah.. is that really so?" she nodded, "Dra. can I ask a question?"

"What's that?"

"Nothing will happen to my nose in a few days, am I right?" I asked hesitantly.

She chuckled, "Don't be worried because your nose is going to be just fine, possibly 3 to 5 days, as it is swollen since it's in pain yet still fresh like our love to each other still fresh from the very start — kidding aside," shook her head during the last sentence, "Once more when I mentioned about your nose that will going to be fine, I mean it, don't just do something on it or even scratch it hard because it still hurts a little, I'm just going to give you a medication that you could take. Excuse me." she left then less than a minute Dra. came back holding the paper.

"If bleeding doesn't stop after 10 minutes repeat for another 10 minutes if necessary. It could help if you place an ice or cold pack over the bridge of your nose so that constrict the blood vessels and help stop bleeding." I don't have much to say, so I just nodded, and I also know that, too, "If you ever need assistance or anything don't hesitate to visit me here so I could treat you right away."

"Yes Dra." I slowly decided to stand up, "I'll go first Dra. Thank you, bye." she also did the same thing.

My nose looks like donkey of Santa Claus.