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Blast in Bermuda 2
LAST TIME Mr Coleman brought his 5 top tourism students from Clifton Highschool in Cape Town, South Africa to Bermuda to allow them to do their practical exam, working with real tourists who would visit the tropical island. We were introduced to fierce enemies Nathan and Ritchie, always competing, on the sportfield aswell as in the tourism class. Their dislike reached a new low when they found out they had to share a room in the hotel where they were staying. We found out that Ritchie, was actually in love with Nathan, although he did his best to hide it, even carrying Nathan to the bedroom, when he fell asleep in the livingroom on the uncomfortable sofa. We also read that something illegal and underhanded was going on in Bermuda...someone who wanted revenge...someone who would do anything in their power to get what they believed to be theirs. Now...on with the second chapter!
The moment that Nathan opened his eyes, he knew that this was definitely NOT the livingroom where he last had memory of being. He looked around him, wiping his eyes, and only then he became aware of the blanket that was thrown over him. He was in the bedroom, that much was clear, but how the hell did he get there? Did he sleep walk? He could have sworn that he fell asleep in the livingroom..? He suddenly dashed off the bed, shit scared that Ritchie would be lying next to him, but there was no one there. He could however smell coffee, coming in from the kitchen. He craved a good cup of Jacobs Kroning, and if that meant he had to make small talk with Ritchie Rich, so fucking be it.
Ritchie had just poured himself a cup of coffee when he saw Nathan come out of the bedroom. His heart pounded against his chest. He had long ago accepted that nothing would ever happen between him and Nathan. The latter absolutely hated his guts and the feeling was mutual to an extent. Ritchie hated being in love with Nathan, but the heart doesn't always listen to common sence. He turned around, poured another cup and placed it infront of Nathan, who was making himself at home at the kitchen counter.
"Thanks, but you REALLY didn't have to," Nathan grumbled at Ritchie, still freaked out on how he managed to wake up in the bedroom. Now that he was in the livingroom, he could clearly remember still watching ESPN late last night, hoping it would keep him awake.
"I know I didn't have to, but we are forced to live together while we here, so we might just make the best of it," Ritchie said, taking a sip from his own coffee. God, he loved Jacobs Kroning. Strong and full of caffiene.
"Whatever Ritchie Rich. Where is that itenary, that piece of paper that says where we have to be today?" Nathan asked, vividly looking around him, before Ritchie walked over to the fridge, where he stuck the paper with a fridge magnet the previous evening.
"It says here that we would be responcible for taking the tourists out where ever they would wanna go. Today im taking them to Hamilton City...where ever that is...and after that, im bringing them to Cindy, who will then take them to St George Town, apparantly, that is a big historical place here in Bermuda. Then she brings them back here, when Jessica takes over and takes them to Sandy's Parrish...says here its where the dockyard is located and it comprises of several islands that are joined by bridges and landscapes with beautiful scenery, where the guests will also have their lunch. After that, they come back here to the hotel, where you will have to take them to St George's Parrish...what's the deal with all these Parrishes...? But anyway, its comprised of two large islands, one called St George's island and the other, St David's island. Sounds like you have the most fun job of us all...late in the afternoon will be a beautiful sight for you and the tourists. After then tonight Donnie will take care of the evening's activities," Ritchie said before placing the itenary before Nathan.
"Why do you bother to tell me all these things, when we had just written exams about them, you fuckface?" Nathan sneered at Ritchie before taking his coffee, the iternary and launching himself on the sofa.
"You know what? I've fucking had it. I dispise you just as fucking much, Nathan, but Im trying at least to make an effort. Maybe you're not serious in becoming a tour guide as I thought!"
"Shut up, you fucking faggot! If it wasn't for you and your rich fucking daddy, I would not have to suffer like this! But no, give a little money to the school and your grades just invent themselves!"
"FUCK YOU!! I studied damn hard to get the marks I did! My father had NOTHING to do with this!"
"You're wasting your breath, dude. I don't like you...infact, I cannot stand you. So just keep out of my way. You guys may have a fuckload of money and own thousands of businesses, but you will never, ever own ME!" And with that, Nathan stormed out, leaving Ritchie shivering and taking deep breaths to remain calm and in control. His first group he had, he was taking out in just under an hour...he cannot afford to fuck this up. He drank the last of his coffee, and left the room, walking over to the once which Mr Coleman and Donnie shared. He knocked, only to be greeted by a already fully dressed Mr Coleman, smiling brightly at him.
"Morning Ritchie! All ready for the day?"
"More than ready, Sir. This is what I dreamt of and finally today its gonna come true."
"Fantastic...I'll walk with you to the manager of the hotel. He will explain further instructions to you. And Ritchie...I really appreciate you sharing a room with Nathan. I know its not easy on either of you."
"Sir...I wanna speak to you about something later, if you have time. It concerns me and Nathan, but its not our rivalry or shit like that. You have been more of a father to me than my own..."
Freddie Coleman immediately understood. He was young himself once aswell, and he has seen how, underneath all that hate that Ritchie portrayed towards Nathan, how the young boy really felt about him. He knew of Ritchie's true feelings. Afterall, Freddie Coleman also once upon a time fell in love with the sexiest boy in his class years ago...
A little while later, Ritchie had welcomed the bunch of tourists, from countries all over the world, from England to Egipt, from Argentina to South Korea etc, and they were on their way to Hamilton City after the manager had given him the nessasary directions. As they drove to their destination, the tourists peppered Ritchie with all kinds of questions about Bermuda, and he more than proved how a good student he was by comfortably answering all of them, leaving most of the vistors much impressed. There was one guy though, at the back of the minibus, who was very silent and didn't really took note what was going on. He was too busy typing instructions on his Blackberry Torch for someone else's eyes...and those eyes recieved them back at the hotel. With almost no tourists there, this was his chance to retrieve a little more information...
Just outside of the hotel, as you would walk straight into the cool, crystal clear ocean water, there was situated two giant rock like statues, made of solid rubble and ground material gathered over the years. They stood tight together, as if the one was trying to overtake the other. With his diving gear on, he trodded off towards the water and immediately swam over to where the statues stood proudly in the warm Bermudan sunlight. There has to be an indication where it had happened...he thought as he dived under once more, frantically searching for what he needed. If they couldn't find it, they would have to go with their inititial plan, never mind how many humans were injured...
Back at the lodge, Nathan was enjoying his morning off by having a real tropical breakfast of muesli, cereal, fruit and juice. He loved being here, and inhaling the fresh morning ocean breeze. He was just done with his juice when Cindy came up towards him. Now even though Cindy was Ritchie Rich's girlfriend, he has always liked her...maybe a little too much for his liking, but still.
"Hey Nate, why didn't you find me and Jess, you could have joined us!" Cindy said, her black hair waving as a slight breeze suddenly travelled over them, highligting her beautiful face.
"I wasn't really in the mood for company," Nathan said, keeping it short and sweet.
"You know...you guys are really so fucking childish. All that Ritchie can talk about when were alone is you. Nathan this and Nathan that. And you know what...Jessica heard from Donnie that you're just as bad. "Ritchie Rich" everywhere you go. Don't you think you're taking this too far?"
"Look Cindy, I know you probably mean well, but there is not a chance in hell that Ritchie and I will ever be friends. So just stop this right now."
Nathan suddenly felt something touch his crotch...and it wasn't just something...it HAD to be Cindy's hand...
"Look, maybe im not making myself clear...if you do everything you can from your side to make peace with Ritchie and let him stop faffing all about you when he is supposed to be on a date with me...I promise I'll make it worth your while..." Cindy said before fully grasping Nathan's seventeen year old virgin cock. As usual with a cock being touched by someone else other than its owner for the first time, Nathan's hardened immediately. The girl he was so fucking in love with, but couldn't have as she belonged to that rich fucker, was stroking his dick through his trousers. Cindy was clearly enjoying having this power aswell...Ritchie had her more than satisfied, but ever since Nathan came into their lives, things had not been the same and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She could feel than Nathan's dick was bigger than Ritchie's, as she caressed the warm clothed organ. Nathan wanted to say no...but he was seventeen...a virgin...and a beautiful, sexy girl was offering herself to him.
Just then it was as if he had recieved a vision, it was flashed infront of his eyes and it triggered something in his brain. He never sleep walked in his life, so the only way that he could possibly had ended up in that bed was if Ritchie...if Ritchie had CARRIED him there...he also vividly remember the blanket that was draped over him that morning...was it, could it have been Ritchie?
"Cindy, im sorry, but Ritchie and you are together and it will be fucking wrong. I can't do this. Im sorry," he said before standing up, his hard cock still pointing the way in his trousers as he jogged off to the ocean, where he threw himself into the blue, bubbly waves. What the fuck just happened??? He just said no to sex with CINDY of all girls!! But the fact that it HAD to be Ritchie who took all that trouble to care for him like that...he just could not. No matter how much he hated Ritchie, that wasn't the way he was brought up.
Swimming all along the coast, careful not to go in too far and deep, he spotted someone, who looked like he was diving, due to the gear he wore. Nathan watched him for a moment...he looked like he had lost something in the water and was searching for it. Maybe he could help, especially if it was a tourist. He swam over to where he saw the guy dive underwater for the utmost time.
"Hey there, mister, can I be of some help?" he asked in his most professional voice. The man, who had just come up from underwater, was clearly thrown at having someone there.
"Necesitas dinero?" the guy screamed at him, but obviously Nathan couldn't understand what was said. He was starting to think that perhaps this wasn't the best of ideas...but before he could do anything, the guy lurched forward and grabbed him, one hand along his waist, and the other around his neck, and started to push his face underwater. Nathan, being the strong athletic guy that he was, easily pulled free, punching the guy in the stomach, before swimming to the shore as if his life depended on it. Just his luck that he was a strong swimmer, because he could hear the screams of his attacker behind him. Nathan reached the shore and ran to the hotel. It was only when he was in his room, locked it and drawn all the curtains closed, that he managed to sneek a peek outside. The guy in the diving gear was no where to be seen.
Nathan sank to the ground. He had never in his life been so fucking scared. What the hell was that guy's problem? Did he think that Nathan was a danger to him...or maybe that diver was doing something he shouldn't have...Nevertheless, he was almost just murdered.
The group of tourists had just returned from Hamilton City and they had an hour to relax before the bus would take them to St George's City, that ofcourse was Cindy's department of the day. One by one the tourists thanked Ritchie for the awesome time that they had, and for him being so helpful. The man that was seated at the back just walked past Ritchie, not even giving him a tip of any sorts. He had a few minutes back recieved a message that angered him beyond belief, as he rushed into the hotel and to a certain room, which he locked open, only to see the sender of that message walking up and down the room in circles with his head in his hands.
"What the hell happened out there?" he man shouted to the diver in Spanish.
"I told you, I almost had it when this kid came up to me! I did what I could to grab and drown the bastard, but he was too strong for me and got away, Cristo!" the diver shouted back.
Cristo moved with lighting speed towards the diver and held him up against the wall, starting to choke the life out of him.
"I leave you here alone for one day and you fuck up! Bastardo!" he shouted before letting the diver go, the latter falling to his feet in desperation of some much needed breath. It was silent inside the room for a while before Cristo spoke once more.
"You "almost had it"? So you saw it? Are there more of them?"
"There must be, I saw two, but could only manage to grab one of them. When the kid saw me, I just made sure I got out of the water in case he would call the management or something."
"Okay, tonight you and I will go to that rock statue and retrieved it. I knew it was there! I knew it! All these years they were there while we had to live in poverty! They are rightfully ours!! And...if anyone should feel the need to bother us again..." Cristo broke off his sentence and pulled a loaded gun from underneath his jumper, that was resting in a holster in his trousers.
"...then I will fucking shoot them dead!"
Ritchie was taking a much needed breather at the bar when Cindy came up to him.
"Hey baby, how was your trip?" she asked before laying a fat kiss on his lips. As usual, ever since he met Nathan, Ritchie wished for the thousandth time that it was Nathan's lips underneath his.
"Good! Very good! Look at all the tips they gave me!" he said, trying to sound happy, when all he wanted to do was be with Nathan.
"Fabulous! We'll put yours and mine together and then we can have a nice romantic meal tonight, just the two of us...what do you say?"
What could Ritchie say? This was his girlfriend. His heart ached not to be with Nathan but it just wasn't to be. Anyway, Nathan would rather die than spend time with Ritchie. When Cindy left on her shift, Ritchie wondered what he was going to do for the rest of the day. Apart from swimming, they had to pay for any of the activities just like any other guest, and since he had to save his money for the dinner later...ARGH!! He decided to take a nap, this tropical heat was definitely not his type of weather. As he entered their room, he saw that everything was engulfed in darkness. Where the hell was Nathan...he wondered before someone grabbed him from behind in a strong grip. But before he could manage a screem, his attacker loosened the grip and he heard a voice.
"Ritchie, that you?"
"Ofcourse its me, Nathan! Why the fuck did you do that? Are you crazy or something? You hate me that much that you wanted to kill me?" Ritchie hoarsely said, sinking to the ground due to the shock, not even caring that a tear was running out of his left eye. Wow, Nathan really fucking hated him...
"No, no! Dude, come on! I would never do that! Fuck dude, you gotta hear this," Nathan said before he stood up, picking Ritchie up in his strong arms just like the latter did the previous evening. He placed Ritchie carefully on the sofa, and then sat opposite him.
"Dude, there is something really weird going on here on this island. This morning I went for a swim, right? I saw a guy in diving gear going under water a couple of times, so I thought he had lost something, you know? I thought he was a tourist so I offered to help him. Dude, he shouted something in a fucking weird language, and then he grabbed me! Dude, I swear he was trying to fucking drown me! Luckily I got away and ran to the hotel, but still! What if that guy's still here, what if he comes to finish me off?" Nathan said, his beautiful blue eyes wide with fear. Ritche had never before seen Nathan like this.
"Nathan, calm down, okay? I believe you! This morning, at about four, I was woken up by something outside our window. It was a young guy talking into a radio microphone. It was in Spanish, so I couldn't understand it, except from a few phrases here and there. I then saw a man coming out of the ocean, and he was wearing a diving suit! There is defintely something going on here. Did this guy get a good look at you?"
"I would think so, yeah."
"Then we have to be very careful. If he knows what you look like, then he may come back for you, especially if they are doing anything illegal. I mean, why else would he try and kill you? Tell you what, I'll tell Mr Coleman that you have a tropical flu or something like that. That will give us a few days to figure out what to do. But we can't risk that you would be seen, dude. Im not gonna allow something to happen to you..."
Too late...he said it. Nathan looked at Ritchie with confusion in his eyes. He wanted to ask Ritchie...he would never get the nerve later on.
"Dude, did you carry me to our bed last night?" Nathan's question was like a big frost avalanche collapsing over Ritchie. He knew that Nathan would want answers sooner or later.
"After seeing those two men this morning, I knew I wouldn't get to sleep again. I saw you sleeping on the sofa. I...you looked so uncomfortable dude, I just couldn't let you sleep like that. Yes, I carried you to bed, but I didn't sleep next to you. I just watched TV until I made the coffee."
Nathan's reaction surprised Ritchie. His supposed greatest enemy and rival reached out his hand and squeezed Ritchie's shoulder. It was a massive gesture, coming from Nathan that was.
"I...I...thanks Ritchie..." Nathan said before standing up, leaving the room. Ritchie sat there, stunned to say the least. He allowed his hand to travel to where Nathan's was just a few seconds ago. He closed his eyes, pleading to God to help him, to make him understand why he loved Nathan more than life itself.
After Ritchie had told Mr Coleman that Nathan was ill, he had taken over Nathan's duties. Nathan faked being ill thanks to his brilliant mind and his knowledge of tropical illnesses. He was told to stay in bed for at least three days. Since they were there for two weeks, it shouldn't interfere with his grades. Ritchie and Nathan knew that they had to think of something. This was dangerous beyond anything they had ever faced.
Meanwhile later that night...
Cristo made his way to where the diver was standing proud, jumping for joy in the deep water. Cristo could see something glitter and sparkle in the Bermudan moonlight. He took the object from the diver and smiled brightly.
"Mui bien, Amigo..." he whispered as he happily rolled the uncut silver diamond in his callused hand.
Thanks for reading! If you liked the story, or want more chapters, please send me a email at ryanstories@yahoo.com and I'll mail you back...that's a promise!
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