It was quite a lovely day outside. The sun was shining in the clear blue sky. The birds sang and called to and fro with vigour and melody. The slight breeze that cooled the air also carried an unmistakable scent of hydrangeas. Beneath the shade of a fir tree sat both Rolo and Corinne. There they sat, with not another soul in sight. A few stray leaves drifted down onto Rolos head but he cared not. He was just glad that he finally had someone to talk to. It was such a perfect place to talk. It was in a rather vaguely frequented and oft forgotten part of the schoolyard. Nobody dared sit near the window to the teachers lounge. Today was an exception though, for exceptional things were afoot. Rolo let fly his vulnerability with not a care in the world. To him, nothing mattered anymore. The worst scenario imaginable had came to pass. Charles had the ability to boss the Salt Bay Turbos around as much as he liked and now the kids in school have lost all respect for them. Nothing mattered anymore to Rolo. Strangely enough though, he felt at peace with that. Just as long as Corinne was there by his side. Such a revelation gave Rolo more strength than he had ever felt before. For he finally realised for himself that love conquers all.

Rolo explained to Corinne all that had transpired within the gang. About the grand confrontation between Charles and Chet. About the threat of blackmail that hung over all their heads that forced the Turbos to do Charles' bidding. Of how humiliated he felt when he was insulted so harshly by Charles at his manor. Of how downright violated he felt when he knew he couldn't defend himself in any way. Of how truly small he felt when he realised only a few minutes prior that the other students have all lost respect for him and possibly the crew itself. All of it. 

[color=orange]"Ya know what Corinne baby? It was never supposed to be like this. That's the thing that upsets me the most. Not what Charles has done but what we let happen. What we let ourselves become."[/color] Rolo explained forlornly.

[color=orange]"We were never really an outlaw gang. You knew that right? I mean come on! We're just a bunch of mixed-up high school punks. We have fun but we never took ourselves too seriously. At least, we didn't used to."[/color] said Rolo longingly. 

[color=orange]"Have I ever told you the story of how the Salt Bay Turbos formed in the first place?"[/color] Rolo asked Corinne enthusiastically.