Summer love a modern teenage love story part 2

By Claude Mills, Youth Writer

ALLISON STARED in disbelief at the scene unfolding before her. That strange handsome guy who had been staring at her, the one they called Robert, was running into a fracas between a schoolboy from Jacisera College (JC) and another guy in a khaki uniform.

As she watched from inside the bus, other boys from JC were now moving towards the altercation. The sea of blue was closing. Robert was able to reach his friend in the middle just before the circle closed.

Allison saw that Robert had a machete in his hand. Jagged arrows of light reflected off its edge. The other guy was also armed. The circle closed a little and then a tall boy, not more than 17 years old, stepped forward. He faced both Robert and the other khaki-clad boy.

"Yo, what oonu a deal wid? Is a war oonu want? Tell me. We can mek it happen."

"Just back off, mi no fraid ah no JC guy, move yu #@$%," Robert's friend said. Robert elbowed him in his ribs.

"Yo, the last guy who dissed me is in Riverton chilling on a landfill and he don't smell so good, so watch yu speech," he said.

"Fassy, stop the long talking, and mek it start," the guy said.

Allison was standing. She didn't know exactly when she got on her feet but they had wandered to the back of the bus to observe this drama. Other kids were leaning out the windows. She could feel an unmistakable perverse excitement in the air, the afternoon had turned pregnant with expectation. Anything could happen.

She looked around frantically for a policeman, anybody to stop what was unfolding. Allison had read about enough violence in the past months to last her several lifetimes, and now, to see this sort of sick street macho theatre unfolding before her was too much. If nobody was going to stop this madness, she would. She headed for the bus steps, ignoring the pleas of her girlfriend.

Just then, a gentleman spoke up.

"Break up that, break up that, you guys go to your respective homes, now. Stop the foolishness."

No one moved.

Cold fire throbbed in the tall guy's eyes. Robert's friend was smiling. His smile had no summer in it.

"Marlon," Robert pleaded. "This no haffi gwaan, it no necessary."

Marlon's face softened. He gestured with his jaw, and the other guys, about 15 of them, backed off.

"Yo, ShotterChris. Mi mus buck yu again."

"Fassy, yu can count on it."

Marlon walked off, affording him the courtesy of an occasional baleful glance, and Robert returned his machete to his bag. ShotterChris was fuming quietly.

"Yo, Chris, is this bus mi a go log on to still yu nuh. Yu coming, or yu staying fi dem stab yu up inna de middle of HWT?" he asked.

"Alright, alright. Mi coming," he said reluctantly.

Robert headed for the bus and got to the steps in time to see Allison scramble for her seat beside her preppy friends. Had she been watching him? He felt his heart scramble a little? Somebody was signalling to him.

"Hey, Robert! Over here," Camilla said, patting the seat beside her.

Robert scratched his head. This was turning out to be a great afternoon. Almost got killed. Sabotaged potential relationship with soul mate. Pissed off Marlon Chambers, friendly neighbourhood schoolboy psychopath.

He paid his fare, walked through the turnstile and headed towards Camilla. He sneaked a glance at Allison, who was busy chatting with her friends. She didn't even know he was alive. As he walked past her seat, one of her friends dropped a book. He stooped to pick it up, and his eyes locked with Allison's. His stomach did a slow, forward roll.

She broke eye contact quickly and resumed her conversation with her friends.

"Let's stop at that new KFC in Portmore," she said.

Robert walked off, and sat down beside Camilla.

"You were great back there," she gushed.

"Really?"

"Yes, very sexy."

Robert laughed. ShotterChris sat down behind him. He was with Takira.

"Hi, Robert," she said, her tone the verbal equivalent of liquid nitrogen.

"Hi, Takira," he replied.

She sounded pissed but there was nothing he could do about that now. He had given her the lets-be-friends speech about how a 'close relationship would prove not only awkward but catastrophic'. She was a skank, either she accepted it, or she didn't. Right now, it was Allison on his mind. He would have to ditch Camilla so that he could hook up with her at the new KFC close to the Braeton community where the police had killed those seven guys in the house earlier this year.

In the meantime, the bus was buzzing with talk about the Mexican face-off in Half Way Tree, and ShotterChris revelled in the incident. He used the opportunity to extort some money from the kids in the bus.

Robert said nothing, he was lost in his own thoughts.

"What's wrong? You look worried."

"You know me, the only thing I worry about is a negative HIV, and a positive cash flow."

This remark was greeted with more laughter than it probably deserved. Camilla seemed quite taken with him. She ran out her tongue and licked her lips.

"Do you still want to come over?" she asked. An impatient lion of lust growled in Robert's groin. In his mind's eye, he could see himself as he plunged his hands into her hair, and his hands crept to her.....

"Maybe later. I want to make sure Chris reaches home safely," he said, cursing himself.

"O.K.," she said, rubbing her hands along the back of his neck. Then, leaning close to his ear, she whispered something that only he alone could hear. Robert smiled. Girlfriend was nasty!

Meanwhile, Allison observed all this with some consternation. A worm of jealousy was already burrowing away at her heart. She didn't know why she liked this ruffian. He wasn't even her type anyway, and he ran with a thug-type, and he seemed to be a womaniser, if all she had been hearing from her girlfriends was true.

She couldn't carry him home to her parents, a guy who walked with a machete in his bag. But still, she liked him. Maybe, she would ask her friends for his cellular number, and call him out of curiosity.

Maybe.

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