RECKLESS
Reckless – Episode 7&8
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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]
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[Mass Comm Lounge]
It’s been thirty minutes since the voting came to an end, and the campus is practically empty except for the Glitz Society.
Four of ’em are present, sitting in their individual spaces with disappointed, mad looks.
Zendaya leaned on a desk. She tried to act nonchalant—look unbothered, but she couldn’t.
All her facial features betrayed her, showcasing her guilt.
Kehlani is typing aggressively on her phone, Tania is still with her ball, but she’s just staring at it.
Tasha is into her phone too.
Stacy is the only absent one, but it didn’t take long before she entered.
The energy in the room shifted.
She came straight for Zendaya, raising her long nails angrily at her.
“How f+kin dumb can you be, Zen? You voted for that guy to stay, and you’re here, trying to maintain that blank look? It doesn’t f+kin suit you! You should be on your damn lowest!”
“Him being in school is actually better. You can do whatever you want with him!” Zendaya argued.
“Shut the fûck, Zen!” Kehlani stood, throwing her phone off. “Don’t even try to sell that lie to us cos we’re not braindead and won’t buy it! I see the way you’ve been looking at him since this morning at the main gate!”
Zendaya gulped.
“And I heard from the Computer Science students,” Tasha stood too. “That you stared at him throughout the class, and you even stopped the lecturer from slapping him!”
Zendaya found nothing to say.
“Any other lie to f+kin tell? Huh?” Stacy planted herself in front of Zendaya like a villain, her eyes stabbing. “Any other damn lie?”
Zendaya is the tallest in the bunch, so she’s looking down at her.
“Y’all aren’t gonna beat me now, are you?” She muttered.
And that was when Tania stood. She threw the ball she’s holding at Zendaya’s chest.
“Tania!” Zendaya shouted.
“Talking should even be a problem for you right now, Zen. You just betrayed the sisterhood, and you’re f+kin moving your mouth?” Tania glared, waltzing close.
“You girls are…” Zendaya muttered, pausing and gulping before suddenly bursting…”F+k, yes! I have a crush on Cove Fabio and it’s not a shameful thing to admit! Y’all have had hundreds of crushes. The hell, Lani even has a boyfriend but no one’s interested in me cos of my size! I couldn’t even like any guy in campus cos I was afraid I’d be made fun of, but now that I suddenly find myself falling for that guy, nothing is ever gonna stop me, ok? Nothing!!”
Zendaya was panting heavily, her heavy breàsts followed every breath up and down on her chest as the words poured out of her mouth seamlessly.
The girls were left with apprehensive looks on their faces like Zendaya had suddenly grown two darn heads.
She grabbed her small fashion backpack from the desk and sighed.
“See y’all at Lani’s anniversary. It’s 10pm till daybreak, right?” She nodded. “We’ll see.”
With that, she left the lounge.
“Did Zendaya just admit to having a crush on the garage boy?” Kehlani looked at the girls, pointing at the door where Zendaya just exited.
“Still trying to convince myself that my ears were malfunctioning,” Tasha muttered.
“Stacy?” Tania said, waiting for what Stacy has to say.
“Zen has never really had a crush on anyone. It’s her first” Stacy said calmly, biting her lip before dropping on a lounge chair.
“So… you’re saying?” Kehlani said.
“You’re letting her be?” Tasha said.
“You’re letting the garage boy be?” Tania frowned.
Kehlani scoffed.
—
[Studio Apartment]
When Cove came back from campus at 7, first thing he did was get himself a pineapple.
His shirt is off, as usual. He likes peeling it shirtless.
He stood alone beside the kitchen tray, peeling with his single ear pod on. He’s not listening to a song.
The apartment is bigger than normal studio apartments, but still the same structural design.
The bathroom is the only thing built differently with a different door.
Other rooms are open.
From the bedroom, you can see the small dinning and kitchen.
There are two bed spaces though. One is down below a small rail-less stairwell, and the second one is on top of the stairwell.
That upper one belongs to Trevor, Cove uses the lower one for sleep.
They hang their clothes together on one small hanger, and shoes stay on a small rack close to the door.
Small space, but neat.
After peeling the pineapple and dicing it like he likes, he received a text on his phone.
He swiped up to check…
Matteo: Why are you still not here, rascal. There are still three cars to repair tonight.
Cove ate three pieces from the pineapple and slid the rest into the small refrigerator.
He threw on a black shirt, matching the black jean he’s wearing.
He left the apartment, but getting to the door, he met the three girls.
Trinidad, Roxy and Elmira.
They probably came here from the Atelier at the back cos Roxy’s face is a mixture of colours again.
“For creating that show in campus today, I’m gonna cancel your rent for the rest of this year” Roxy grinned.
“No need, I don’t like owing people,” Cove replied, locking the door.
“I’m doing it cos I’m impressed, ice prince.” Roxy rolled eyes.
“No. Need.” Cove blanked, going down the short stairs already.
“No words for your competitor?” Trinidad suddenly said.
Cove looked back.
“You’ll only be a competitor if you’re on my level of intelligence. You’re behind—an upcoming.” He replied and finally left.
“Gawd…who raised this bastard? I get why Stacy and her dogs are so eager to push him out. He’s too damn blunt.” Trinidad muttered.
“You’ll get used to him, soon.” Roxy replied, glancing at Elmira.
“I expect you to swoon over him, so what’s up with the silence?”
Elmira stood, her eyes full of mischief and greed.
“When are we gonna go to the anniversary party?” She asked.
Trinidad and Roxy exchanged surprised glances.
—
[Dorian’s Mansion, Inbuilt Studio]
Dorian is currently doing a mock singing session for voice stability, going high pitched on every chorus he sang. He sounds divine.
With a careless crescendo, he entered the chorus…, his fingers tapping the guitar strings professionally.
Chorus:
At night’ you own my soul
When the dark takes control
Your ghost wraps around my spine
I’m yours, I’m yours—
At night♪
At night, I fall apart
You’re the blade, you’re the scar
I swear I’m free in daylight
But I die for you—
At night♪
With a short laughter, he ended it, sliding the guitar off his body as the noise in the booth went off slowly.
He came out, meeting Angela by the door. She’s already waiting with a pack of open cigar.
Dorian picked a cigar and placed it on his lips. Angela sparked fire on it for him from a zippo, and when he had the first drag, he nodded.
“That hits the spot,”
“I had to have the manufacturing company make your cigar differently and remove the toxicity. You know what happened to your voice the last time you smoked a cigar soaked in marijuana.” Angela said.
“That can’t happen,” Dorian faced her sharply as a glint of the dark memory crossed his eyes. “Again.”
Then he continued his walk to his lounge where he sat on a couch, taking his time to smoke well.
There are songbooks, pens and correction pens on the glass table. He was actually writing a song before he went to the studio earlier.
“Your new concert date has been set for weekend. We’re using a different arena this time cos more tickets got sold out exclusively.” Angela said as she settled in front of him.
The cigar left his lips immediately.
“The ruined concert was just yesterday, how the hell did the crew decide the new date without informing me first to confirm my feelings?” He stood.
“You still have Wednesday and Thursday to prepare for it, Rian. Diamonds are starving for you—like real hunger. It’s been a year, try and understand why they’re making demands so high.” Angela shot up.
“I’m not talking about my Diamonds here, Angel. I’m talking about the crew and you! I’m hale and healthy, so why would a new date be decided without my consent!” He snapped, trying to contain his anger.
Angela sighed…
“Your mum said—”
“Of course it’s her again. I thought I escaped her freakiness when I left San Francisco, but it was my own delusion after all. Fûck this!” Dorian interrupted and threw the cigar on the table, heading inside.
“I was able to schedule a visit for you to the repair garage,” Angela quickly said, and Dorian stopped.
“But you have to be careful. You know you’re not tolerant to the smell of grease.” She continued.
Dorian turned, nodding.
“You’re multi talented. Ruin my mood, then repair it.” He said.
Angela smiled, her long dark lashes moving beautifully.
—
[Montana Mansion]
Stacy met Albert waiting for her when she arrived from school, but she didn’t give him face.
Albert is rarely home.
He’s always busy going from one conference to another, one country to another. One media gala to another, fundraisers and sponsorships.
She’s used to his absence, and no matter how much she likes the fact that he’s home tonight, she couldn’t bring herself to talk to him.
She dropped her backpack for her housekeeper—Anita, then she went upstairs to her room.
The room is designed deep pink and black… interchangeably.
A goth barbie style.
The ceiling isn’t just a ceiling, it’s black, electric with pink glowing flower projections like a floral garden, moving in rotations.
She pulled off her heels first, throwing it off. She didn’t bother taking it back to the closet.
She took off her uniform and wore a armless top and a mini skirt. Her navel ring shinning.
She sat in front of her mirror, ready to start wiping off her makeup, but Albert came in, interrupting.
“You’re still mad at me,” he said.
“I don’t know what to say to you, dad. You know what? I don’t even wanna talk to you.” She replied, her eyes on the mirror as she took some damp Kleenex tissues.
“I have the second largest share in the school, Stacy. If I’m to make an Instant decision to rusticate him, then I’d have to buy the Chancellor’s shares with my own cos his shares are more!” Albert said.
“Then just f+kin buy the shares! Buy the damn Chancellor too if you have to!” Stacy spranged up.
“He’s not ready to let go of his shares even when I offered times ten of the money. The other shareholders aren’t ready to sell their shares too!” Albert retorted.
“You know this is your fault, right?” Stacy looked him dead in the eyes. “When everyone were buying shares, you weren’t in the country, and that’s why the Chancellor got to buy the largest before you. You’re never around, and I can count how many times you’re stepped this house since mother’s death! You changed!”
Albert’s next words were interrupted by a call on his phone. It’s one of his news anchors calling.
He looked at Stacy.
“Work? You should go,” she nodded.
“Stacy —”
“Leave for work, dad. I don’t wanna see you right now, and as for the garage boy, I don’t even want you getting involved again. I’ll take care of things myself.” She cut his words and sat back in front of her mirror, turning her back on him.
A minute later, she heard the door shutting, meaning he’s gone.
She breathed out, checking her phone. She went to IG, typed Cove Fabio, but she got nothing.
No account, but in the suggestions, there’s a garage.
No Sleep Garage.
She clicked on the page, and pictures of Cove flooded her screen.
Pictures of him repairing cars at the garage, but none captured his face. His face is either hidden by a bonnet or booth cover, but his body physique and tallness shows it’s him.
“Low shady thing,” Stacy muttered, but remembering what Zendaya said about liking him made her chill.
She left the page and went back to her own page—the picture she posted in the morning.
22k comments and still counting, all from Diamonds.
“They’re just as retarded as their singer,” she mumbled.
Next, she typed Dorian Wesley, and she found his page immediately.
His handle is Ri-Rian.
120M followers.
Pictures of his last concert last year is the last public picture on his page. Other pictures include pictures of him skating on ice, pictures of him in his studio, of him eating or just smiling beautifully.
All from last year.
He’s cheerful jerk.
A minute later, Stacy left IG completely.
Then…she clicked on a black app on her phone.
The app is called OBSCURE.
An anonymous app where one can go to vent your anger, confess your darkest sins and keep your sinful secrets in a box.
It has been in existence for years now, and Stacy has been a part of the active app users.
Tonight felt like the right night to use it again, so she opened it.
There are three rooms in the app.
Sin confession room.
Anger venting room.
Secrets spitting room.
She’s not here to add to her darkest sins and secrets tonight, so she unlocked the anger room.
This room uses voice notes.
She has vented here close to hundred times, so there are so many VNs.
She pressed down the voice note icon and began talking…
“His name’s Cove Fabio, and I just get this overwhelming sensation to kill him anytime he speaks. A garage boy? Talking without filter to me? It has never happened before and I just wanna end him, but Zen is the most annoying! How dare she fall for that boy? How?? Ughh!!”
“Then there’s another one Dorian Wesley with his Diamonds fandom. I feel like murdering that one too cos tell me why he disrespected me first by bringing that copter and I made him pay by ruining his concert but then his fandom stormed my comments section to bash me? Can someone just tie both Dorian and the garage boy to a piano and throw them off a cliff? F+k!!!!”
The two voice notes were enough. She screamed to her heart’s content before closing the anger room.
She felt better, but now she’s looking at her sins and secrets room.
Oh how darkly filthy the things she wrote in there are.
But she’s not here to open them tonight. She has no addition to give to those two.
So she left the app, and she instantly received a new text from the Glitz Society group chat.
Kehlani just sent the dress code.
“Two hours to the party, and she’s just sending the code? Lani is so not serious,” she smiled, standing.
She exited, and she could already smell pasta in the air before she even arrived at the kitchen.
Anita is there, cooking.
She’s a beautiful woman in her early forties. She has been housekeeping this mansion since Stacy’s mother died, so there’s kinda like a connection between them.
Apart from cooking, cleaning, Anita also has a brilliant sense of fashion, so she picks Stacy’s outfits sometimes.
She sensed when Stacy entered the kitchen, and she turned from the pan of pasta meat on fire.
“Stacy, I’m so sorry I came late from the grocery store. You’d have to wait thirty more minutes for your dinner,” she apologized.
“Chill, Anita. I still have two more hours left before going to the party.” Stacy assured, standing on a stool to get a box of corn flakes from the upper cabinet.
She poured some in thick cold milk and began eating with spoon as she settled beside the kitchen table.
“Kehlani and her boyfriend’s party?” Anita asked from the cooker.
“F+k yeah, and you’re gonna pick out my dress. I’m too tired to enter my closet right now.” Stacy replied, sliding her unlocked phone to Anita on the table.
Anita took it, checked the dress code and nodded.
“You’d be standing out as usual, trust me.” She smiled.
“You’re that woman, Anita. Of course I trust you” Stacy smiled back, taking a spoonful of milk into her mouth.
“Did you have a fight with your father again?” Anita asked.
“Can we not talk about dad? Don’t ruin my mood.” Stacy glared.
“Fine, but you and your girls? Are y’all ok? You know you added me to your campus gist group so I know all the tea that happened with the Cove boy. Are you mad at Zendaya for voting him?” Anita asked curiously.
Her back is on Stacy, she’s currently mixing the pasta.
“As much as I wanna get mad at Zen, I can’t even do it. She hasn’t liked anyone before, and I’m glad she’s finally crushing, but on that boy? It’s so f+kin weird.” Stacy said.
Her latina accent crowned her voice.
“Our hearts work differently, Stacy. It’s her first, let her live. You’ve always been a girl’s girl.” Anita replied, dishing the pasta.
She dished friend chicken and sliced eggs to go with it.
She took a jug of wine and a glass cup, settling them in front of Stacy.
“You said thirty minutes, but you spent just ten minutes, Anita.” Stacy raised her glittering lashes.
“I made wrong calculations, sorry!” Anita winked.
“You’re so fuckin strange tonight. Want sum?” Stacy noticed immediately.
“Um….I was thinking…” Anita said uncomfortably.
Stacy had a forkful from her pasta before giving Anita a probing look.
“Thinking what?”
“My salary, can I get an advance this month? I’m so sorry, Stacy, I shoulda told your dad about it, but he’s harder to deal with than you. I’ve not asked anything like this before so please….” Anita knelt.
“You’re not sick, right?” Stacy stopped eating instantly, looking worried.
“No! I need it for my daughter… urgently.” Anita muttered.
“I won’t give you your advanced salary, but I’ll give you the amount you need. Take it as a tip.” Stacy said, returning to her meal.
Anita stood, mouth wide.
“I’m so grateful, Stacy. I’m very thankful. Thank—”
“Can you stop thanking me and get me more wine?” Stacy pushed the wine jar to the woman.
“Of course!” Anita took it, rushing to the cellar to fill it up.
“Friggin adorable,” Stacy commented, smiling again.
—
[Young Mansion]
Dinner is late here too cos Owen took time to settle in before she agreed to visit the dinning with her son.
They’re both waiting for Silas to join them before they’d start eating.
The maids served them and left the area completely.
Kane just stared at the meals in front of him, not looking like he’s interested at all.
“Anything the problem?” Owen asked, noticing his disinterest.
“You got the man of your dreams, mum, and you’re happy. I won’t share that happiness with you.” He replied.
“Kane!” Owen came closer. “Don’t start today, don’t just start. It’s an happy day so keep it that way and just hope your stepbrother likes you.”
Ignoring her words, Kane took a glass of water to drink.
Silas joined them.
He sat beside Owen, and the woman beamed brightly.
They began eating in deep silence, and Kane managed to eat two spoons from the rice.
“You like the food?” Silas asked. “Our maids are good.”
“Not bad,” Kane said, and Silas nodded at him.
“About Scott’s sister, how’s it going?” Owen asked suddenly.
Silas paused.
Scott actually really has a junior sister who went to San Francisco last year and went missing.
“I still don’t know what to think, Owen. We searched throughout last year, but there was no answer. My money couldn’t get me answers about her whereabouts.” Silas said.
“I just hope she’s still alive wherever she is. She’d have definitely gotten along with Kane cos you told me she’s a bright, smiley girl.” Owen smiled.
“You got it.” Silas smiled back.
At this point, Kane slowly dropped his spoon and stood.
“Tell me address of that anniversary party location, I’ll go find my stepbrother myself,” he said.
“What!”
“His name is Scott, isn’t he? Give me the address.” Kane insisted.
—
[No Sleep Garage, 9:30PM]
The garage smelled like burnt oil and metal filings.
Trevor sat beneath a canopy, playing games with Cove’s phone.
Cove is repairing a car.
A few street boys are under the canopy too, talking about RIDE campus students.
As Cove repaired the car, Matteo is beside him, watching.
Cove had the hood of the black sports car propped open, his forearms streaked with grease.
His fingers moved with surgical precision—tightening a bolt, adjusting the timing belt, tapping a diagnostic tablet.
Matteo was about to touch something in the car when he talked…
“Don’t touch that,” he said without looking up.
The senior mechanic froze, hand hovering mid-air.
“I was just—”
“You were about to misalign the camshaft again.” Cove cut him off monotonously. “If you want to destroy a six-figure engine, do it on your own time.”
A couple of more street guys entered the garage, whispering things about his bluntness.
Cove ignored them since they’re only background noises.
He finished work on the car and told Matteo to enter the car to test it.
Matteo slid into the driver’s seat, turned the key.
The engine purred smoothly, flawlessly.
Cove listened to the sound, his head tilted, expression unreadable.
“See? Precision over guesswork,” he muttered, eyes scanning the garage.
He got a face towel to wipe his sweaty face cos of heat.
“And people are saying they dunno why i can’t ever let anything happen to you? You’re like my lucky charm, Covey.” Matteo grinned, patting Cove’s shoulder.
Every street boy under the canopy stood with Trevor when a black custom-made Benz drove into the garage. It’s the first time a custom-made car entered this place.
Trevor paused his game, blinking.
“Who’s that?”
Even Matteo and Cove turned.
The car grinded to a stop not far from the gate, and Dorian came out with Angela… and the guards.
Dorian wore a nose mask, but Trevor recognized him at a glance.
“Riri? It’s Riri!” He shouted.
Realizing he has been blown, Dorian got rid of his mask.
The street guys rushed forward immediately, trying to make contacts, but the guards stopped it, so they could only admire his skin and designers from a distance.
As they checked him out, then gossiped.
• It’s really the metal singer. Guess I’m lucky to be here tonight.
• They called him the most fashionable guy in San Francisco, but now that he’s in LA, he’s here to take the title too? He dresses so good.
• Everything on him is custom-made, you can’t find them anywhere else.
“It’s you…Riri. can’t believe I’m really seeing you up close like this. Last night at the concert it was too chaotic.” Trevor said emotionally.
Dorian snapped his fingers, and Angela brought a package out of the car…an iphone box.
She handed it to Dorian.
“Saw you snapping pictures with Wizard’s phone at the concert, so I figured you didn’t have a personal phone.” He said, stretching it out to Trevor who gasped.
“For me? You bought me an iphone?”
He’s already crying.
“And this,” Dorian stretch out his VIP concert ticket.
“It’s rescheduled for Friday, you should come for the VIP spot.”
“A ticket too?” Trevor sniffled. “I did nothing to deserve this. I don’t even buy your CDs cos they’re so expensive, and I only secretly stream your songs on Cove’s phone when I get the chance.”
“This is to say sorry for the microphone hit on your head, kiddo. Don’t get emotional.” Dorian smiled.
“How can I not get emotional?” Trevor sniffled again. “Can I hug you? I don’t use perfume but I use roll-on and I don’t smell.”
“Come here, talkative.” Dorian pulled him into a hug by himself.
“Please take my pictures…use Cove’s phone to take the pictures…” Trevor quickly signalled at one of the street boys who immediately began snapping the pictures.
They’ve barely snapped two when Angela pulled Dorian away from Trevor. She dislikes it.
To her, he’s too expensive to come in contact with filth like them.
“Thank you, Riri.” Trevor appreciated again, and Cove stepped in.
He took the phone and ticket from Trevor and stretched them to Dorian.
“I don’t wanna know what your motive is for coming here and gifting Trevor, but wrap it up. Leave.”
He sounded monotonous again, voice low but weighty.
“Cove, you can’t take the gifts from me!” Trevor argued.
“They’re genuine gifts, Wizard. Don’t be paranoid.” Dorian said.
“Genuine? From you?” Cove smirked.
“If they weren’t genuine, I wouldn’t come to this repair garage in the first place cos I hate hate the smell of grease” Dorian got serious.
“Hey…this shouldn’t escalate…” Matteo stepped in.
He took the gifts from Cove and returned them to Trevor.
“Are you here to just gift Trevor?” He asked, facing Dorian.
“No. Actually….” Dorian smiled, looking at Cove. “I came to take Cove out of here. You see… there’s an anniversary party at the Plaza tonight, planned by students from my Major. I wanna go with Cove.”
“Delusional,” Cove muttered, walking back to the next car he wants to repair for tonight.
“Riri, what are you saying? We didn’t discuss that you’d be going to the anniversary party!” Angela ranted.
“Well I’ve decided it now. Deal with it, Angel.” Dorian shrugged.
“As you can see, he still has one more car to repair.” Matteo smiled.
“If he comes with me, I’ll pay you two thousand for each minute he spends with me.” Dorian negotiated.
“What!” Trevor and Matteo gasped. Even the street guys.
“Riri!” Angela cautioned, but Dorian just smiled.
Cove looked up from the car he’s already repairing, and when he saw Dorian’s smile, he cursed.
—
[Bel-Air Plaza, 10:20]
The anniversary party is already in full swing. Students filled the building like bees in a honeycomb. There’s barely any space to walk in.
Music poured in through every wall. Speakers are built with the walls, so they aren’t even visible as they thumped violently on the plasters.
Kehlani and Max pictures are everywhere with One Year F+kin Anniversary crafted on them.
None of the pictures are clean.
They’re either kissing, grinding each other, eating noddles from each other’s mouths, spraying money in clubhouses or half-naked in pools.
Right now as ‘Gasolina’ threatened to tear the speakers, Kehlani and Max are on top of a high table, dancing and wetting each other with alcohol.
They’re so wet already, but they’re still pouring as the crowd of party animal students cheered them on.
Strippers soon climbed the table with them, and Kehlani had to sit. The strippers began twerking on her laps, and she had a good time spanking their ar$es, wetting them with alcohol and screams from her throat.
It was too much.
Tania and Tasha are the main hypers. They’re on a lower table, screaming louder than the rest and spraying expensive alcohol around, wasting it.
The third stripper came to Kehlani’s laps, and Kehlani used belt this time, striking her with the sting.
“Beat that arse, Lani!” Tania screamed, crazily.
“Beat it up!!!” Tasha joined, getting a stripper for herself too.
“I wasn’t expecting this level of freakiness….” Roxy muttered from where she sat under the blue lights.
The smokes from her cigar saturated the blueness.
“You should know they love to overdo. I expected this much….” Trinidad muttered, pouring her alcohol down her throat
It burned.
Elmira was speechless, cos now the strippers are done with their dance, and Kehlani is currently kissing Max.
Max is spraying her money from a money-spraying machine.
Huge dollar notes.
Elmira angrily took the big bottle of alcohol. She started drinking, uncontrollably till it wet her chest.
“Babe what the hell!” Trinidad snatched the bottle from her.
—
Stacy entered the Plaza like a damn queen. She’s not wearing one of her skimpy skirts tonight.
She wore bum shorts, and it’s definitely worse than her skirts. A glittering belt held it to her hips cos she might be short, but she’s slightly curvy with cakey arse cheeks.
Her makeup is heavy with glitters and long lashes. Her top is long sleeved at least, but it’s see-through.
Students made way for her, and she marched the feet of so many of them with her bling bling heels when they wouldn’t leave her way fast.
• Here comes the hottest girl in RIDE.
• Correction. In LA.
• I’d eat sand if it means I get to be between her legs for once.
• She smells so good!
• Of course she does, have you seen her perfume rack in her closet? You’d think she sells them.
• F+k, I’m cummin.
Hearing the mundane comments only made her head swell.
She loves male eyes.
Her steps slowed when she saw Zendaya coming in front of her.
Zendaya slowed too, but they both started walking closer at once till they got to each other and stopped.
Zendaya might be plus-size, but she has stylists who know ball.
They know how to style her according to her body type, so she’s hot as hell right now in her brown backless palazzo bodysuit, her heels gave her more height.
“You look… sickly s+×y.” Stacy gave her a smiley look.
“You’re not mad at me anymore?” Zendaya asked surprisingly.
“Mad at you cos you like a guy? No, I’m just disappointed it had to be that guy…” Stacy said.
“I’m sorry..I just….” Zendaya said.
“Is that..Cove?” A student beside them said, and Zendaya was so fast to turn.
Stacy turned too.
Cove is just entering the Plaza with a guy wearing a nose mask.
“He came,” Zendaya smiled.
“Strange. That f+cker doesn’t look like someone who’d enter this kinda setting,” Stacy muttered.
“Homegirls!” Tasha and Tania screamed from the table top.
“C’mon my little sluts!” Kehlani screamed too, her lips pale from Max’s excessive kissing.
Stacy and Zendaya joined the dance on the table. While Zendaya twerked, Stacy stayed behind her, grinding sexually like a boy.
She’s m0@ning too.
The strippers are gone now, so the twins took over twerking for Kehlani who began rubbing their arses.
Max left the table for the girls and went in search of a restroom.
Elmira followed him.
—
Remo and the rest of the guys are in another corner.
Frank supplied dru&s, so their corner smells like hard drugs.
Remo’s eyes are red right now, but he’s still swallowing more pills, chasing more highness.
Same as Frank.
Scott went to use the washroom, so it’s just Frank and Remo, but they became three when a guy joined them suddenly.
Remo’s red eyes looked up.
“You are?” He glared.
“I…. I’m… I’m Kane. I was told I could find my stepbrother here,” he replied.
Despite Remo’s highness, he recognized who it was immediately.
“Scott’s father’s wife son?”
“Y.. yeah…” Kane replied.
Frank laughed.
“And you dared to come here?”
Remo stood and threw a punch and Kane’s face.
Kane slumped.
He fell unconscious on the couch behind him with a bleeding nose.
Instantly, Scott returned from the restroom. He frowned, seeing the body on the couch.
“Meet your stepbrother, says his name is Kane.” Remo chuckled, waving his right hand in the air.
“What the….” Scott muttered, looking at the unconscious guy’s face again.
He kept staring.
—
[Restroom]
Max emptied his bladder and cleaned up shortly, grunting.
He’s half-drunk, but he could still make out his environment, and he knows what he’s doing.
With drowsy eyes, he turned around to leave the restroom, but he was grabbed without warning.
He gasped, but it was short cos it ended on the lips of someone else.
He knows his Kehlani’s lips taste, and this is definitely not it.
He pushed himself off the grip of the person and broke the kiss.
“Elmira?” He gasped again, seeing the face clearly.
“There’s no rule that says you have to date one girl at a time, cos I like you.” She said shamelessly.
Max collected water from the dispenser, not minding the fact that it’s a restroom.
He rinsed his mouth and spit the water at Elmira.
Elmira jerked as the water wet her.
“I’m not interested in your pussy, Elmira. You’re not even half as hot as Lani if we’re to start with that… You prostitute.” He glared.
Then he left the restroom.
Elmira rested on the running dispenser, water dripping off her.
“You’ll bow, Max. Eventually, you’ll do me.” She promised.
—
Knowing Cove’s silently dangerous personality, Dorian chose a less crowded part of the Plaza for them to sit at, though it’s still loud, but better.
His guards are inside this plaza… guarding him from hidden angles.
Angela nearly didn’t let him come here, but he had to escape.
Cove might not be obsessed with money, but his boss Matteo couldn’t turn down the thousands per minute payment offer, so he sold Cove off.
Cove has his single earbud on, and he hasn’t said a word to Dorian since they got here.
Dorian kept his nose mask on to avoid recognition.
The bartenders bought them wine, but Dorian declined.
“I won’t drink wine, and this guy won’t drink too. Unless you have pineapple flavored wine. He’s obsessed with pineapple.” He said.
“Have you been stalking me? Are you gay?” Cove finally talked, no hint of likeliness whatsoever in his eyes.
“I don’t have to stalk you, Cove. I get every info I want easily, and gay? Why the hell would I be gay when there are so many delicious pussies to drill?” Dorian said freely.
Cove looked away from him, checking the time.
He planned to spend just fifteen minutes here.
He can’t stand the smell of hard drugs. Even Dorian can’t stand it too, but anything to spend time with this ice prince.
Their eyes went to the dancing table at the same time.
Stacy and her girls are still fuckin it up, dancing sinfully.
But Stacy’s eyes suddenly clashed with their angle, and she stopped dancing immediately.
She stretched her two hands forward, recognizing the masked guy as Dorian now.
She gave the two of them her middle fingers, and while Dorian smirked, Cove stayed unmoved.
Zendaya noticed Stacy has stopped dancing, so she stopped dancing too and faced her line of sight.
She saw Cove, and her heart skipped unhealthy beats. She fell harder.
Cove’s hoodie is half-zipped, and a little part of his chest is out.
She gawked with a racing chest. Looking away it impossible for her.
“Stacy might be spoilt, but she’s fineee…I tell you.” Dorian told Cove.
Cove stood, ready to get out of the Plaza now, but that was when a voice echoed in the building.
“Truth or dare? This is the part where the first game comes in!”
The music stopped now, and students began squealing in excitement.
It happened fast.
A flat screen came on, showing a spinning wheel containing the names of all important students in the party.
“Whoa…” Dorian removed his mask, and two of his guards came to stay with him to keep students off.
“I didn’t know it’d be as fun as this!” He smiled widely.
Cove kept standing, looking at the spinning wheel on screen.
Max is back with the guys now. Kane is still unconscious.
Elmira is back with Trinidad and Roxy, and she looks calmer.
Glitz girls have jumped down the table, they’re participating.
The wheel stopped spinning, and it pointed two names out.
Stacy and Remo.
Remo palmed his last pill and nodded, standing.
“Truth or dare, China Doll?”
Stacy didn’t think.
“Dare, motherf+ker.” She replied.
She hates him too.
Remo grinned, a type that comes out of the mouth of a evil maniac before they execute their plans.
As everyone waited for Remo’s dare, there was silence in the Plaza.
A heavy silence.
Remo swallowed his last ecstasy pill before speaking finally.
“I dare you to drag Cove and Dorian to any corner of your choice. Take their shirts and suck wetly on their lips for six full minutes. Three minutes per person.”
TBC.
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