Floater

3

There were moderate rains during that August morning. The cemented ground was wet. The grass of the school front gate glistened with the raindrops.

Students and professors marched inside the campus through the gate. Security guards were present at the front of the campus. Some were letting walking students and professors in and some were checking the vehicles of other students and professors.

"You know, these people are strange." Donatello said to Jordan as he pointed hie gestured to the security guards of the school. The two of them were floating in a position where they seemed to be sitting on a chair. "They're doing the opposite of what they're tasked to do."

"What do you mean?" Jordan looked at the guards as well.

"Well, it's in their name. 'Security guards', but they're not securing the people's security at all, are they?" Donatello gives Jordan a dubious look, but the young man did not seem to understand or want to respond. Then, Donatello continued. "Just look at them. They just poke bags and let people through. What if someone gets in and has liquor in his bag? Then, he'll drink his heart out and start making a ruckus at your campus. Or, what if a terrorist disguised as someone in this school comes in, and then he plants a bomb at the boys' restroom?"

"What?" Jordan could only say with his brows furrowed. "The point of them doing what they do is that they don't delay students and professors coming inside the campus. Boy, I used to get halted by one of the guards at our school. He gave me lectures about getting a decent haircut on time. That pissed me off."

"Humans." Donatello gave a helpless sigh. "They do not want to be bothered, even if it means the concern of the others."

Jordan just shrugged and continued watching people come in. Then, he saw a guy hurriedly making his way inside the campus. He floated his way to the lad while Donatello unconsciously followed.

"Jordan, where are you going?" Donatello shouted, but Jordan ignored him. He followed the young man who was running to the main building of the campus. He held a folding umbrella over his head that he folded as he got inside the building. He brushed the drops of water on his bag. He pulled out a clean face towel from inside his bag and wiped it all over his arms and head.

Donatello went 'ooh' as he finally saw the face of the young man that Jordan was following. He was tall with light complexion. His face was chiseled but his boyish smile and sparkly eyes soften his features. His physique was more built than that of Jordan. Whereas, Jordan's body was fairly thinner.

"He looks like a Brazilian model." Donatello pointed out.

"He's not a model." Jordan nodded intelligently. "But he is Brazilian."

"Oh. Does he have a bizarre accent?"

"Nope. He grew up here. He speaks like the rest of us."

"I see, and if I'm not mistaken, he's-"

"My best friend, Rafael. He's also co-captain of our basketball team."