Chapter 8: Smiles of the Barrio

The next day marked the actual immersion. Excitement buzzed in the air as the students prepared for their journey to a small barrio, a place nestled beyond a shallow river. Everyone seemed eager, their spirits lifted after the stories and confessions shared the night before.

Alfonso, usually reserved, was beginning to open up. The events of the bonfire lingered in his mind, especially Monica's tarot reading. He was still mulling over the meaning of the Lady with Wings, the Unicorn, and the Tree. Unsure of what to make of it, he finally approached Monica as they walked. "That card reading… it's still on my mind."

Monica smirked knowingly, stepping carefully over a mossy rock in the river. "You think too much," she teased. "In the end, fate is in your hands." She flashed him a mysterious smile before walking ahead, leaving Alfonso standing in the middle of the river, pondering her words.

Mr. Pat, leading the group, looked effortlessly cool in his high socks, shorts, and a backpack slung over his shoulders. He turned to the students and clapped his hands. "Alright, everyone, watch your step. The current isn't strong, but don't get careless."

They were lucky—the water barely reached their knees. The river was cool, crystal clear, with smooth pebbles beneath their feet. Some students waded through with ease, while others hesitated, testing their balance.

Rick, Troy, Tristan, and Fey walked together. Fey struggled slightly with the uneven terrain, her footing uncertain on the slippery rocks. Tristan noticed and quickly offered his hand. "Need help?"

Fey hesitated but took it, steadying herself. "Thanks," she murmured.

Rick and Troy exchanged mischievous glances before teasing him. "Tristan, you're such a gentleman," Rick drawled, nudging Troy.

Troy smirked. "He's just showing off."

Tristan rolled his eyes, though he didn't let go of Fey's hand until they reached the shore. Fey, laughing softly, shook her head at their antics.

Meanwhile, Drew and Erik, the well-dressed twins, had shown up in matching outfits again—both wearing light linen shirts and khaki shorts. They weren't entirely alike, though. Drew seemed to relish the outdoor adventure, while Erik, ever the social butterfly, was more interested in engaging with the others. Still, they both moved effortlessly across the river, chatting with their classmates as they went.

When they finally reached the barrio, the warmth of the locals greeted them instantly. The people had distinct features—rich brown skin, curly hair, and beaming smiles that radiated genuine happiness. They wore beautifully patterned cloth, likely handcrafted, reflecting the heritage they proudly carried.

The children, small and wide-eyed, approached the students with excitement, their laughter ringing through the air. Some held hands, others waved shyly, but all had the kind of joy that was infectious.

The students had brought gifts—chocolates, school supplies, medicine, and hygiene kits. The kids' eyes sparkled as they received their treats, their giggles filling the small village square.

Rick found himself engaged in a conversation with a local father, who sat comfortably under the shade of a tree. The man's features were weathered but kind, his voice steady as he spoke about their way of life.

"Life here is simple," the father said. "But at least we are together. That's what matters." He smiled as he gestured toward his two children playing nearby. "Their mother is out working right now, but we make do."

Rick listened intently, his heart aching slightly. The words struck him—"at least we are together." It was something he had never experienced. His parents had died when he was young, and he never had the chance to feel that kind of warmth and security. Watching the father and his children, he felt a pang of longing. How different would life have been if his parents were still alive?

Elsewhere, Tristan and Fey were surrounded by children. The kids giggled as they attempted to climb Tristan's back, their tiny hands clinging to his arms. Fey, doubled over in laughter, watched as Tristan struggled to keep his balance. "You're like a jungle gym!" she teased.

Tristan sighed in mock exasperation but didn't shake them off. Instead, he played along, lifting one of the kids gently. Fey watched with amusement, perhaps seeing Tristan in a new light. Maybe they were friends now.

Alfonso, on the other hand, had retreated to a quiet corner, looking exhausted. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and with an exasperated sigh, he tugged off his shirt, revealing his toned physique. Monica, passing by, caught a glimpse but immediately turned away, a faint pink dusting her cheeks. Alfonso noticed her reaction, a slow smirk creeping onto his face.

As the day wound down, the group boarded the bus to head back. The experience had left them all feeling changed, each carrying a new perspective on life.

That night, back at school, Rick still had one last responsibility—his shift at the convenience store. The store was dimly lit, the shelves stocked with instant noodles, chips, and canned goods. The fluorescent lights hummed softly as Rick wiped down the counter, preparing to close up.

Just as he was about to lock the door, the bell jingled, signaling a late customer. Rick turned, expecting another student, but his breath caught when he recognized the man who stepped inside.

It was Mr. Antonio Benitez—Troy's father.

The man carried an air of authority, his presence almost commanding. His expression was unreadable as he approached the counter, surveying Rick for a long moment before speaking.

"You work here?" Mr. Benitez asked, his voice even but firm.

Rick straightened, meeting his gaze. "Yes, sir."

Mr. Benitez nodded slowly, as if digesting the information. "You're one of Troy's… friends, right?"

Rick hesitated before nodding. "I guess you could say that."

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Mr. Benitez exhaled, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a wallet, flipping through it before placing a crisp bill on the counter.

"Pack of cigarettes," he said.

Rick swallowed, grabbing the requested item. As he handed it over, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this encounter than just a simple purchase.