Love, Hate & Everything Between

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 6

To be in a quandary
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Mᴏɴᴅᴀʏ, Mᴀɴᴅᴇᴠɪʟʟᴇ, Mᴀɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ

4:47 ᴘᴍ

Taylan's POV

The bus is still blasting music and people are filing in but I make no attempt to move. The crowd is too much and the bus is small- I mean it's just a spongebob.

How will all those people even fit?

The conductor is collecting fares as students are seated but the saliva flying from his mouth is visible and his DNA is basically on everything.

Everyone

It's off putting and him look like him swallow a bag a lime.

"Weh di schoolaz dem deh?! Di teacha ready enuh!" He shouts, a few specks of spit flying again.

Lawd. How many more people can the bus even hold?

When I realize that everyone is actually getting a seat, I start to feel hopeful.

Maybe I can hold

I tilt on my feet and proceed to slowly enter the park. The conductor looks at me full on while repeating 'May Pen' but the spit.

Jesus the spit and vulgarity.

"Wol on deh fimi nuh people...look here nuh man. You..." He says, pointing to someone in the bus, loudly and heatedly too. "Come out fimi deh. Listen nuh man a me a pack dis enuh. Every man a get a seat, watch yah..." He continues, carrying out some form of 'organizing'.

I remain on one side as I watch how this works but the sound of a door closing snaps my focus.

It's the driver's side.

A slim dark skinned guy comes around the passenger side but from the front of the bus so he sees me immediately.

When he glances at me, that's when I get the opportunity to actually look at him.

He's tall, about 6ft. His dark chocolate skin wears a tattoo that runs along the upside of his neck. A pair of diamond studs decorates his ears and a black tam adds a touch of charm to his appearance.

He's dressed in a black jeans and dessert clarks with his blue bus driver shirt unbuttoned, leaving his white marena on display.

He glances back at me.

I stare back at him.

He looks away and turn to the conductor.

"Preacher, weh Paskal an Sinna?" He asks.

"Di bwoy inah di play pen a ready man. Dem gone buy boom." Preacher answers.

So di ugly conductor name Preacher

"A woah caz if dem mek mi load before dem fawud mi gone lef dem same way." The driver says.

A stout guy walks on with a box of snacks on his shoulders and gestures towards me and to Preacher.

"Wahmm, mumz cya wol?" He asks.