Reckless – Episode 39&40

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Reckless – Episode 39&40

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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]

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The flesh contact was enough to pull Stacy out of her momentary thoughtlessness.

She jerked, the coldness of his hand on the skin made her eyes fly open.

She stepped back, his hand let go of her breast, but he her bottom lip got hooked in his mouth.

He held it with his teeth, and she squirmed, raising her knee to the middle of his legs, but he caught it with his hand before she could deliver, his teeth giving her an intentional bite on the lip.

She squirmed again, using her elbows. He finally decided to let go.

The blood on her lip trickled down her chin in a thin, thin line.

Some of it has stained Cove’s lips too before he let go, so now they both look stamped by crimson.

“You might really have killed him cos he was a part of the people who killed your parents, but I don’t believe he was your first kill. Your expression when you were watching him burn didn’t resemble a first timer’s. You lied.” She muttered.

Cove took one step closer, but she took two steps back.

“I only have to whistle with my mouth and my guards will rush inside this office to capture you. If you don’t wanna get locked up for the third time, stay off!”

“Shut the f+k, up…” His eyes blazed. “You started the chase, you kept crawling back to the garage even after the warring darkness I showed you. You can’t deny that you’re attracted, you can’t f+kin deny that you wanna be tainted and corrupted and ruined till you won’t be able to pick back your shattered pieces!”

“That thrill in your eyes when you were watching the fire burn? I made searches and it can only be exhibited by a Pyro. You’re a maniac.” She muttered, taking another step back. “And you don’t have to tell me again, I won’t step your garage anymore. When I see you, I’ll go the other way. Stay the hell…off me!”

“Too late,” he returned, taking another step closer, the single chain on his jean dangling from his hoops. The baggy jean covered his boots completely only the sole is visible at the base. The blood on his lip is spreading as he talked “You started it, but then you got scared—you cowered away, and now I’m taking over. Till I decide that I’m tired and bored of the game, you have no say.”

The next step Stacy took made her reach the door. “F+k, I regret the night I first saw you at that concert…you sick boy!”

She flipped the door open and ran out, forgetting about her waist chain beads scattered on the office floor.

Well, he only cut one, there are still seven left on her waist.

Also, there are still countless new supplies of it in her closet.

And the chocolate bar he ate? Hope it suddenly chokes him.

Why did she even close her eyes halfway through the kiss?

He touched her breast? F+k.

How could she be so gullible?

Yeah, she was curious about him, but that’s that, and now that she has found out his sickness, she’s just gonna keep her distance.

When she arrived at the end of the hall, she turned to have a look to be sure he’s not following.

She adjusted her br@ below her top, then adjusted her top too.

She wiped the blood on her lips with her palm, but the bite is still there.

She could see her guards standing stationed behind that hall.

They definitely saw when he was dragging her into that office,but they didn’t act cos they assumed she’s now cool with him.

She’s not friends with him.

Him? Gawd, she’s gonna get sick.

She shut her eyes, breathed in and out for a minute before opening up, and immediately she did, she jumped cos Dorian is already in front of her.

“You scared me!”

“Where have you been? The class is over but you didn’t even finish with us…” He blinked slowly. “And wait… what’s up with your lip?”

He wanted to touch, but she moved back. This isn’t gonna be a circle.

Yesterday Dorian, today COVID,

Sorry…Cove.

And now Dorian again? Can she just be allowed to think?

Dorian lowered his hand. He could feel the static in the air.

“I mistakenly bit my lip when I was chewing gum,” she lied.

“Oh…” He raised a brow,not believing that white lie.

Who gets a bite below their lower lip just from chewing gum?

But he acted like he bought the lie though. He nodded, staring at her through his lashes.

“Last night, why were you so scared when you returned?” He asked.

“Oh…last night I was….” She dragged the statement. “I witnessed a hit and run accident close to the carnival grounds, and I was so panicky.” She lied roughly again.

Dorian lifted his brow for the second time, detecting another lie.

She has a tell for lies. When she lies, her left shoulder moves slightly like it it’s doing now.

“And you’re fine now?” He asked, wanting to touch her hair.

She moved back again.

“Yeah I’m…I’m good. I was even active in class earlier,” she smiled.

Dorian paused, then nodded. “The kiss last night…..”

“I know you did it to calm me, I won’t accuse you,” she interrupted.

“Stacy!” Kehlani’s voice entered that hall, and she rubbed her palm on her black bum shorts awkwardly.

“I gotta to,” she shot him another awkward smile before rushing off.

Dorian stood on that ground for what looks like forever, fists folded.

He didn’t unfold them till his phone bleeped, and he retrieved it.

He ordered his guards to do a follow-up on Stacy’s whereabouts last night, and now they’re reporting.

• She drove out of The Streets. No cameras in The Streets so we don’t know what she went there to do, but it’s certain she drove out of there.

Dorian’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, rereading.

The Streets — No Sleep Garage.

She definitely went to Cove.

She went to Cove.

She went there for what??? Why was she so darn scared?

What did Cove do to her?

Wait… The bite mark on her lip.

She didn’t bite herself when she was chewing gum. He’s not that daft.

Also, he knows Stacy isn’t a fan of bubble gum or stuffs.

So… someone forcefully kissed her? Someone forcefully kissed the lips he has been fantasizing about kissing again and again?

Who?

His eyes left the phone screen. He looked up, his hand balling again.

It better not be what he’s thinking.

He checked the computer science timetable, seeing they still have an ongoing class.

He can’t see Cove right now.

He went to his private top lounge.

Two minutes later, Angela got out of the place she has been hiding.

She wasn’t fast enough, so when Stacy came out of the office earlier, she had to scurry into a corner to hide for secrecy purpose.

But she got the full video. She’d just have to cut out the part where Stacy broke the kiss herself.

But the remaining parts? Dorian will have a good time watching.

Especially the b👀b-grabbing part.

Angela giggled, sliding out of that hall, but at the end, she stepped back.

Two, then three.

Remo entered, smiling creepily. All his ten fingers are bandaged on the knuckles despite the fact that he’s not wounded on any of them.

“Remo Lane,” Angela stopped moving back, and he nodded.

“Of course you know me. Not knowing me would be a death wish. I’m guessing you did a background check on every student of this campus cos you wanna know the kind of people your Dorian is mingling with everyday. Aw, such dedication.” Remo pouted.

“My Dorian?” Angela frowned.

“Isn’t it?” Remo’s pout disappeared. “I’m insane enough to sense it. I went online last night to rewatch his fan sign event videos, and you can’t even hide your desire. If any girl touches him too much, you frown. If he smiles too much at any girl, you glare. Granny, do you want the dîvk of Dorian so bad?”

“You obnoxious jerk!” Angela raised her hand.

“Angela Degraw—the top manager of Dorian Wesley of Nyte Labels, slapped Remo Lane—only son of Minister Lane, in an attempt to cover up her desire for Dorian’s c+k. I promise you that’d be the headline tomorrow on every news if that palm touches me,” Remo muttered, leaning on the wall slowly.

Angela’s hand dropped.

“Yeah you’re Kaylee’s friend, but even her influence won’t be able to save you from me. How would she wanna save you when she finds out you’re a pedophilic idiot who has the hots for her son? She’d rather butcher you.” Remo grinned, waving his fingers.

His short nails are painted yellow and blue today.

“I’ll make sure I ruin you so bad you won’t be able to chose between life and death.” He continued.

“What do you want from me!” Angela moved closer.

Remo smiled, pushing his frame off the wall. “Now you’re spitting blood, incredible. See, the thing is….” He sighed again. “I wanna f+k Kaylee.”

Angela gasped. “You’re the one who has been sending her s+xual texts?”

“Sounds like it,” Remo purred.

“How did you even get her exclusive number!”

“Cos I’m Remo Lane?” Remo laughed tipsily. “My sources are none of your business. I wanna fûck her deepest pvssy, and you’re going to make it happen. Here, type your number,” he pointed his phone at her.

Angela took it slowly, typing her number slowly too.

“You better pick up anytime i call. Tell her about me, Remo the gigolo, even the ghosts of this city know me cos… I’ve f+ked a dead woman before—her son wanted me to, and I gave her the best s+x in death!” he laughed, pushing her out of the way.

His laughter was echoing hauntingly till he was out of that hall.

Angela staggered, leaning on the wall and swallowing again.

What mess has she soaked herself in?

Meanwhile, Cove is still inside the office, sitting on the desk.

He has gathered every piece of bead that fell from her shredded waist chain, and now as he sat on the desk, the beads are in his palm, and he’s staring with thrilled eyes.

Oh…. correction, he didn’t mean to cut the bead cos…well, he likes waist chains too. In fact, the eight on her waist aren’t enough.

He wants it to start from like fifteen upwards, and he likes n+ple piercing too which he was disappointed she didn’t have when he touched her flesh earlier.

He rolled the beads on his palm till he could count how many they are.

It’s 120 beads. How full.

Are the remaining 7 chains on her waist also 120 per each too?

He’d have to find out.

He poured the beads in his jacket pocket and picked a paper from the lecturer’s desk.

He got a matchbox out of his trousers and stuck one, birthing flames.

The paper caught fire, and as it burned, his dying thrill resurfaced, and he nearly came.

How beautiful.

He sweated as the fire brightened his face, but he likes the sweat too.

The funniest part is that no matter how much he burns things, his palms temperature remains so damn cold he sometimes wonder if it’s a part of his body. Is it like an anomaly?

He likes it too.

The paper burned to ashes, and the ashes shook to the floor in slices.

Now this is how they’re all gonna go—everyone who made him this way.

But he’s gonna add a icing on top cos after he burns them down, he’s gonna mix codeine with their ashes and then sniff it everyday.

Hiding time isn’t over yet—it’s far from over, especially now that he found an excuse to continue hiding.

Not entirely an excuse. A person.

The most pathological liar existing.

Her.

Her is Dollface.

And soon, a war will start.

He dropped down from the desk, adjusting his sound processors well behind his ears.

Though, they can’t fall no matter the shift he undergoes now. He changed and reattached them.

These new ones are waterproof which he doesn’t have to take off in the bathroom.

He opened the door to get out of the office, and he met the lecturer there.

The lecturer gasped, then he shifted back quickly, scared.

Since the issue about the fired lecturer, everyone has been staying off his lane, and he understands.

They’re so cute.

Stacy’s blood on his lips is now dry, and he was blank like a void as he walked past the lecturer.

The lecturer even bowed till he was out of sight completely.

—

[Phycology Major]

Scott is in need of water, again.

Throughout the first class, he was restless, and now that the class is over, he can’t wait to get to the footies bathroom and take a bath.

His mum died this month several years ago, so throughout this month, he’s gonna be slightly sick.

He’s gonna isolate himself with every chance he gets.

His mum suffered till she died, but people don’t know that.

Everyone says she was lucky to be the wife of the great Silas Young—they envied her, and when she tried to kill Silas, they hated her, called her names, bashed her.

When she was thrown into the psych hospital and killed herself by hanging, people said she deserved it.

People are cruel, and Scott has seen so many instances to prove that.

His mum was a Thai woman from Thailand. His dad Silas is Korean.

Both Asians.

They met in the same continent then came here in Bel-Air to settle down, but that’s what everyone knows.

No one knows beyond.

Scott dropped his bag in front of the bathroom on the bare floor.

He barged into the bathroom and was patient enough to take off his clothes, but not patient enough to take off his underwear.

He stepped under the shower like that, and the water calmed him, but not for long.

Three minutes was all it took for everything to change.

The locked bathroom door suddenly opened from outside, and just when Scott was trying to sweep his hair away from his face, someone entered, squeezed his arms together and cuffed the wrists and ankles.

Scott fell on his butt, the shower acting like it doesn’t see what’s going on. It’s still sprinkling on him.

Kane’s deranged smiley face swirled above him, and he gasped.

“That the hell do you think you’re doing!!!”

“You asked for my worse, and I’m just gonna give it to you, right here and now. Careful what you wish for,” Kane squatted.

Scott was shaky as he looked at the handcuffs on his wrists and ankles. How Kane was able to snap them on him that fast, he doesn’t know.

“Stop….it’s not funny!” He looked up.

“It’s not supposed to be funny,” Kane went serious, getting a shaving gel and plaster out of his pocket.

Scott’s eyes popped.

Kane pressed nearly all the gel in his palm, then he began applying it on Scott’s hairy legs.

“No… Stop it!” Scott shook his head. “I don’t wanna be hairless stop it! Stop it right now! Kane I’m warning you!”

Kane doesn’t look like he’s hearing a thing, cos in the next minute, he plastered Scott’s skin with the gel.

Then…he looked at him.

“Look at you, so docile, so pliant, so cute at my mercy. Should I just f+k you instead?” He nodded.

“Kane…..” Scott shook his head again. “I’m gonna go shave my legs after I leave campus today I prom—”

“I disagree!” Kane snapped, peeling off one of the plasters.

Pain. Sting.

The two spread cruelly across Scott’s system as a yelp tore off his throat, shaking the bathroom.

His whole mouth was open, his fingers shaking, like that leg has been amputated. He screamed again.

When Kane peeled off the second plaster, Scott was crying…

“I’m so sorry for not shaving my legs! I won’t do it again! Please don’t hit me with that! Please don’t do that!”

Kane’s hand stopped moving immediately, eyes shooting up.

Scott’s eyes are closed, and despite the heavy flow of water hitting him from the shower, he could still make out the line of his tears.

He’s crying so much as if Kane is doing more than just plaster and gel.

And his words…

Please don’t hit me?

He’s not even hitting him.

Even as Kane stopped removing the plasters, Scott is still crying, begging not to be hit, saying he won’t do it again. Also, his eyes are still closed.

“Scott!” Kane touch his face.

He didn’t calm.

“Scott!” Kane repeated, bringing his face closer to Scott’s.

He kissed his freckles, and Scott’s eyes flew open.

When Kane’s lips left his face, he blinked his teary eyes.

Realizing what’s going on, Scott tried to stand and run off, but Kane pinned him back down.

“I’ll go for a shave myself. Please…stop…” He muttered.

Kane inched closer, and Scott fearfully bent back, suspecting another wicked move, but he was shocked when Kane pulled him into a tight, pacifying hug.

“This isn’t part of your prank, is it?” Scott muttered.

Kane didn’t reply, he just hugged him still, and though Scott didn’t hug back, that’s not the point.

His wrists and ankles are still cuffed anyways.

He just wants to assure him he’s safe cos judging by the screams he made, he’s suffering from trauma.

Very obvious trauma.

—

[Chancellor’s Office]

Tania has been holding her complaint card since an hour ago. She even missed a class cos of it, but anything to meet the Chancellor.

She’s ready to take another punishment, but not playing?

Bull.

The Chancellor is not always in campus. It’s sometimes twice or thrice a week, but she’s lucky today.

She’s not the only student who came to lodge a complain, and that’s why they picked the complaint card so they’d go in by numbers.

The student before her has entered, and now she’s next.

As she sat at the office lobby, her fingers didn’t leave her phone.

She’s in the Glitz group, all girls online.

Kehlani: Everyone’s at the Mass Comm lounge. Come over immediately you step out of the Chancellor’s office.

Tasha: I just hope the Chancellor favors you.

Zendaya: I’m not seeing that though. She kicked him to coma, and you know the Chancellor is strict about extreme bullying. We’ve knocked students out before but we didn’t get penalized, but this is coma!

Tasha: Even if you’re not optimistic, try to pretend you are. Tania kicked that guy cos of you.

Zendaya; I know, and I’m guilty, but y’all don’t worry. Very soon, you won’t have to fight for me about people body shaming me again.

Kehlani: Have you been going extra lengths to lose weight?

Zendaya: no it’s just gym.

Tania: Where’s goth barbie Stacy? She’s online but not chatting.

Stacy: …

Stacy was still typing when Tania was called in, so she pocketed her phone and followed the Chancellor’s secretary into the office.

Portraits of past Chancellors plus this present Chancellor lined the walls, then portraits of the shareholders.

Portraits of the model students and ones that belong to the past best overall graduating students.

Portraits of the king and queen of the tango—Dorian and Stacy.

They’re by the west wall.

Then portrait of the top student of the school.

But there’s no portrait inside the frame, just the name.

Covey Fabio.

“Just as I thought. I swear, that bastard is allergic to cameras. He’s probably a wanted criminal.” Tania muttered, not even noticing she’s already in front of the Chancellor’s tempered glass desk.

“Tania Delgado?” His voice made her snap back to reality.

She stood straight.

“I can’t not play on Friday, sir.”

“Do you even realize the weight of what you did?” The white-haired sturdy man removed his clear glasses, pouring pictures of the comatose guy on his desk.

Tania didn’t pick them up, but from where she’s standing, she can see it clearly. Looks pretty critical.

“Your father is a kingmaker in Canada,, you’ve been using that fact to wreck havoc in campus with your friends. You guys knock students out frequently, knowing your parents are too rich you can’t be punished, but this time it’s coma. A life is at stake so excluding you from the football is even too lenient.” He cleared.

Tania stayed silent.

“Did you even try to go see the boy in the hospital to show concern? No, but here you are. Football is more important than human life?”

“Give me another punishment. Tell the campus cleaners to take a week break and I’ll take over cleaning, but don’t take this match from me. I’ll go stay with the boy at the hospital if that’s what you want but—”

“If that’s what I want?” The Chancellor relaxed on his swivel, disappointment settling in his eyes. “Get out of this office,”

“But I can’t not play!!! I can’t not play or trust me I’ll ruin that football match! I can’t not fuckin play!!!” Tania nearly slammed the desk, but the office guards ran in, getting a strong hold of her.

“Just wait and see! Wait and f+kin see! I’m gonna ruin the match on Friday! I’m gonna ruin everything!!! Everybody!!!” She was screaming as she got dragged, her boots scrapping the tile till she’s completely out.

“At this rate, I need to call a meeting with Kingmaker Delgado,” the Chancellor muttered. “His twins are psychopathic.”

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[Mass Comm Lounge]

Tania is the only one absent, but the girls are already expecting her, each with her drink.

Stacy held cold cocoa cos the afternoon is kinda hot, but she’s not even drinking.

Her lips are around the straw, but they’re just there. She’s not sipping. Instead, she’s spacing out.

Kehlani beside her has a cup of chilled milk too, but she’s only taking occasional sips.

Zendaya is with a diet coke since she’s watching her diet.

Tasha has sprite, and she’s the only one drinking healthily.

Zendaya suddenly dropped her Coke on the table, spranging up.

“Don’t tell me you wanna go visit the loo again!” Tasha said.

“I swear I can’t help it!” Zendaya snapped, rushing off fast to the nearest restroom.

“This is the fourth time she used the toilet in an hour, she trying to lose her intestines?” Kehlani chirped. “What’s wrong with that babe?”

“And more concerning, what’s wrong with Stacy?” Tasha focused on her.

Stacy blinked, taking her lips away from her cocoa straw.

“You’re the same person who was active in class earlier, you contributed to lecture for the first time, but now it’s like someone stole your heart. Even Tania noticed your lostness during the chat.” Tasha said.

“You good? Is something bothering you?” Kehlani asked.

“I’m in a dilemma, and I dunno what to do at all,” Stacy muttered.

“Dilemma?” Tasha and Kehlani chorused.

Stacy nodded.

Then…. Max, Frank and Remo walked past their table.

Kehlani’s attention was stolen immediately. She couldn’t stop staring at Max as he chatted and laughed with his guys.

Their eyes met, but Max didn’t stop laughing for a second like she doesn’t even exist. She wants to cry.

“If you cry I’ll hate you,” Stacy held her right hand below the table.

“Homie, he doesn’t deserve you. What did I tell you about forgetting him?” Tasha held her left hand.

Kehlani nodded, holding back her tears with sniffles.

Tania barged into the lounge, dropping on a seat.

She picked Tasha’s sprite and downed it in one go, then she belched softly.

“So what’s up?” Stacy asked.

“Invalid, I’m still out of the game. Chancellor was saying things like going to visit coma boy at the hospital, says nothing can make my punishment change,” Tania muttered.

“Yunno I suggested going to the hospital to visit the boy yesterday, but you blew it off,” Tasha said.

“Twin, I told you I don’t wanna visit him! He still deserves that coma for shaming Daya. At least, that’d teach others a lesson to not mess with Daya. Today is still Tuesday, we still have two days before Friday so I’ll sort things out before then.” Tania stubbornly replied.

Zendaya returned from the restroom, feeling better and drained.

Her eyes and lips look pale.

“Homegirl what the fûck did you eat? You couldn’t even stay in class cos you kept visiting the loo,” Kehlani asked with squeezed face.

“Must be the lasagna I had this morning,” Zendaya lied. “I feel like I’m gonna shit out my organs.” She placed her head on the table.

“Gosh, everywhere is so dull I can’t with it,” Tasha muttered.

“Stacy you mentioned you’re in a dilemma earlier, what dilemma?” Kehlani faced Stacy. “I’m guessing it has to do with the bite on your lip. You said you bit your lip yourself but ain’t nobody believing that shii”

Stacy is now sipping her cocoa slowly, but she stopped immediately that question came about.

Zendaya likes Cove, so the kiss that happened between them has been haunting her.

Fine, Cove kissed her first, but she kissed back for a minute and he even touched her…tit.

She’d die of guilt till she tells the girls about it especially Zendaya.

“Can we call a truth circle?” She said.

“That’s long overdue. It’s time to open our minds to each other again, but not here. We’ll get home first before the truth circle,” Tania said.

She’s on the second sprite can.

“Let the circle be tommorow morning,” Tasha smiled. “Tonight, we bomb Elmira’s Massacre Party!”

“Yes! I needed something to fill me up. I can’t wait!” Kehlani screamed.

“You know one thing I like about the party? Nothing ever stops it. If you like, fight till you die, the party continues. If you like, break somebody else’s head, the party continues. Even if it’s Elmira the party owner who gets hurt, the party continues. No control. No restraints, just pure darkness, s+x and violence in the graveyard!” Zendaya said.

“My sl+t, you look like you went to read extensively about her party from somewhere,” Stacy chuckled.

“Everyone knows!” Zendaya shrugged. “We haven’t been attending since our year one cos we hate Elmira and her girls, but this semester? We’re in for the trouble! Gawd, I hope my purging stops before tonight I’m going to kill Elmira with my outfit!”

“If you’re talking like this, what do you want Stacy to say?” Tasha laughed. “Goth barbie’s fashion sense is so hot they’re jealous!”

“Tell me ’bout it!” Stacy stood, hands on her hips.

Zendaya’s smile reduced.

“Global IT girl!” Tania hyped.

“Belle of RIDE. The wannabes nightmare!” Kehlani added.

“Of course!!” Stacy raised her cup, grinning excitedly. “I’m gonna be the goth star tonight, trust me.”

“Location is out. Void Cemetery,” Zendaya said, showing them the announcement on her phone screen.

“Tonight,” Stacy winked.

They all stood.

“We steal the show!!!” They chorused.

From his top lounge, Dorian stood beside the glass wall, staring down at the Mass Comm lounge.

His eyes are narrowed on Stacy, and he held a half-filled wine glass. He’s wearing headphones, listening to the edited clean version of his song, and at the same time, he’s staring at her.

He wrote half of the song thinking of her, and even after Cove retouched it, it still carries the message he wants it to carry, so now as he’s listening and staring at her, he’s floating.

Imaginatively in an air balloon. He’s so fuckin down bad, and the way his chest is tightening right now with the fact that he can’t touch her?

It’s sickening.

He wants to own her.

He wants her to let him do that.

He wants her to get obsessed with him too.

He got rid of his headphones when the song ended.

“Sir, computer science class is over,” a guard reported behind.

Dorian turned.

—

[Computer Science Major]

“You’re too good to be true, Cove Fabio,” the lecturer who just finished his class said proudly.

He’s in front of Cove’s desk as the other students strolled out of class.

“I know,” Cove looked up.

The lecturer smiled, leaning down to his desk. “I know of a very rich company who’s in need of a—”

“A programmer?” Cove finished. “I’m not gonna program for anybody.”

“But—”

“Stop watering a dead flower,” Cove muttered, getting pissed.

Trinidad came over, hands pocketed.

“Mr. Lecturer, he says he won’t, and he won’t. Sorry but he’s blunt.”

The lecturer nodded. “Alright class president, her the code assignment evaluated and send me the spreadsheet.”

“Will do, sir.” Trinidad smiled.

The lecturer left after giving Cove another curious glance.

Trinidad sat on his desk.

“You should pay me, I’m the only one who can tolerate you!”

“The door is wide open to leave.” He replied moodily as he packed up.

“Sorry but you’re stuck with me for life. If I leave, who’ll your future kids call aunty? Who’ll be their godmother?” Trinidad laughed.

“You’re addicted to saying lots of nothing,” Cove muttered boringly.

She nudged his shoulder with her own, still laughing as they left the class together.

Roxy and Elmira are waiting for her in front of it.

Cove left for the library, and Trinidad left with the girls.

They went to the rooftop of the CS building where they picked one booze bottle each.

Roxy prepared the bottles.

They clinked together.

“I swear to fawk, I’m the happiest with Tania’s removal from Friday match!” Elmira gushed.

“And I’m the happiest about tonight’s upcoming party!” Roxy squealed.

Trinidad maintained her muteness, enjoying the subtle burn of the booze.

The two gave her expectant looks, and when she lowered her bottle, a squeeze formed on her face.

“What’re you both expecting me to say? I’m not a tad bit comfortable with Tania’s exclusion. I want her to be on the field. In fact, I’ll talk to the Chancellor and make sure she’s in the game. I practiced throughout the break just to beat her this semester, so it’s absolute shit if she won’t play. She must play, and I’ll best her ar$e, and she’ll know her place.” She declared, settling on a puffed chair.

“And my party tonight?” Elmira asked

“We had two semesters last year, and you hosted each semester. Tonight would be the third, so it’s nothing we haven’t seen before,” Trinidad shrugged, taking another swig.

“Oh you make me sick!” Roxy snapped. “Since you started moving with my tenant you’ve been neglecting the sisterhood. Now you’re not even hiding your disgust for us?”

“It’s not disgust, it’s growth, bitch!” Trinidad glared.

“Cove, or us?” Elmira asked, breathings going so high. She dropped her bottle.

“Now what kinda obtuse question is that?” Trinidad stood.

“See? She is such a hypocrite!” Roxy clapped twice. “You can’t say you chose us in a heartbeat?”

“I’m getting high on this booze, and if I get too high, you know I’d throw you both down this place, so now…I’m gonna go to the stadium for practices. See you both at the party?” Trinidad dropped her now empty bottle and climbed down.

“I swear I hate Trini,” Elmira muttered, kicking her bottle away. It met the wall, crashed and spilled.

“It’s all Cove, and I know what to do,” Roxy huffed angrily.

—

[Library]

Laptop is open, books and textbooks are open on the side, but Cove’s face is buried in his phone.

He’s creating a IG account.

Yeah, that’s clear enough. IG account.

He was done in five short minutes with username 120.

Just 120.

The moment he clicked on Stay-Cee account, he placed a fist on the desk, scrolling slowly on her wall.

Pictures, videos, lifestyles.

He reacted on every single one. It almost took half an hour, but he did anyways, especially her skating rink videos on the ice.

Dollface is talented on the ice, and Remo has every right to be a bulldog cos he’s a sore loser anyways.

But even bulldogs know how to get their shit straight in front of death.

Cove’s eyes kept intensifying with intrigue, the bunch below his eye so persistent as his thumb kept clicking the screen twice to react.

He knows her in and out. He knows everything, but the IG part was the only one he was in the dark about cos he wasn’t on socials, but today…

After the office intimacy, he thought it was time to put finishing touches to his Dollface caging, and here he is…

“Yo, Pyro!” Kane entered the library.

Merely hearing the voice, Cove knew who it belonged to.

Mad knows mad.

He turned off his phone screen, looking up as Kane leaned on the desk with his palms.

“I watched you set him on fire, watched you enjoy the fire, and I’ve been waiting for you to find me and kill me for sharing your view with you uninvited, but strangely, you didn’t come. Why am I spared?” He whispered insidiously.

“Kane Dax,” Cove smirked. “I have too many things to hammer on. You’re the littlest of ’em.”

Kane smiled. “I’m guessing Stacy Montana tops the list? Does she have any idea she’s gonna get eaten?”

Cove’s smirked got bent, fist sliding off the desk. Kane straightened, knowing he probably doesn’t even like the sound of Stacy Montana coming out of his mouth.

“I need a favor, goalkeep for Scott’s team,” he said.

“You’re tastelessly annoying,” Cove muttered.

“It’s part of my charm,” Kane maintained his smile.

“Careful, your charm might get you burned,” Cove’s lips curled. “What part of me gave you the stupid assurance that I help people?”

Before Kane could talk some more, Dorian strolled in.

“I never knew you and my best friend talked, Kane!” His vocalist voice made Kane turn around.

Cove refocused on his laptop coding, fingers running on keys.

“I learned to start standing up for myself, and I learned to start conversations too,” Kane chuckled.

“Don’t get too close though, he has a sharp tongue that makes people cry,” Dorian muttered, and Kane frowned sharply when he saw the very tiny glitch in his eyes.

“I have someplace to be!” He stepped back, then gave Cove another glance before leaving the library.

Dorian settled in front of Cove.

“Your Major has to be the busiest major in this campus. Your classes are always long,” he complained.

“Go complain to the Chancellor if you’re uncomfortable with it,” Cove replied without lifting his face from the laptop screen.

Dorian went quiet, watching him for a beat before speaking.

“Why was Stace in your garage last night? Why did she cry home? What did you do to her?”

“Tell her you wanna talk, take her to a fancy restaurant and ask her the questions, she has a mouth,” Cove replied, looking up.

“You can’t continue making her cry and planting fear in her!” Dorian shouted without meaning to.

“Even if she likes fear?” Cove’s figured leaned forward.

“What do you mean? I told you I like this girl!” Dorian snapped.

Cove smiled, so dry, so evil.

Then….he brought out the chocolate bar paper—the one he took from her bag and ate.

“Where do they sell this?” He deadpanned.

Dorian scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re not sane.”

He stood and left the library furiously, and Cove dropped his hand, staring at the chocolate paper.

“Disappointed,” he said.

—

[Montana Mansion, 6:30pm – Stacy’s Closet]

As Stacy came out of the shower with the transparent towel rolled around her skin, her thoughts are in a split.

One: she had her first kiss with Dorian last night. He kissed her when she was crying and shaking, and she thoughtlessly kissed back.

Two: she had her second kiss with Sick boy Cove today. He kissed her when she was applying balm on his neck, and she kissed back … Too.

Now she wishes that tonight’s party continues till forever cos after the party, she’d have to tell her friends.

She’s not even ready.

The two guys are driving her crazy it’s so not funny, especially the one who touched her flesh.

She was trying to chase the thoughts out of her mind as she sprayed mist on her face after wearing makeup.

It’s a massacre, so she wore dark makeup. Black lips, black glitters, darker eyeliner and lashes, black eyeshadow with a mix of silver.

She even changed her waist chains to glittering black, making sure the eight is complete.

Black butterfly navel ring.

But then…her dress is missing.

Her closet is wide enough to not notice a couple of missing clothes, but this one is new.

Anita picked it up for her just last week, and now it’s completely gone like something moved it.

What’s going on???

“Beauty!” Anita entered the closet. “It’s 7pm, why aren’t you dressed for the party yet?”

“The new Oh-Polly dress you picked up for me last week! Where the fûck is it?” Stacy snapped.

“It should be here, I dropped it here…” Anita frowned, walking to the spot to check.

“Don’t bother. I’ve ransacked this place but it’s nowhere,” Stacy breathed.

“You mean… someone entered this place to steal the dress?” Anita’s gasped.

“The cameras,” Stacy brushed a errant hair strand away from her face with her fingers. “Call the estate CCTV handler. I need the footage of this house from two days ago till this morning.” She ordered.

—

[Dorian’s Mansion, 7:30]

Dorian put zero plans in place about the party. Elmira is Stacy’s enemy, so there’s no reason for Stacy to go.

Stacy has to go for him to go.

He finished picking out his music video locations and came to the mansion lounge to settle.

He was thinking of dialing her line when Angela entered, carrying a tray containing a hot jug of his evening chamomile tea and a cup.

She dropped it on the table, and just when she was about to straighten up and leave, her phone fell.

Intentionally…cos she made it fall, and on the screen, the video is playing very clearly.

It was Dorian who picked up the phone cos it’s right beside his shoe, and his tongue turned bitter inside his mouth instantly.

As he watched, his jaws hardened, his lips zipped, and his head felt like it’d just grow a sudden tumour.

Especially the boob-grabbing part.

Angela gasped. “Oh my gawd! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to show you that Rian! I didn’t mean to—”

Surprisingly, Dorian smiled and dropped the phone, then he picked up the jug of tea, looking up.

Confusedly, Angela picked the small cup, raising it for him.

He started pouring the hot tea in the cup, holding eyes with her.

Even after the cup got full, he kept pouring. As he poured, the cup overflowed, and the tea burned her fingers deeply.

Yet, she couldn’t drop it. She wouldn’t want to. Not when his piercing oceanic eyes are staring into her.

He kept pouring, and she kept holding, getting scalded. Her fingers trembled, reddened, folded, but she dare not let go of the cup.

When he finally took the cup from her after three minutes of torturous scalding, he threw the tea at her face.

“Rian!!” She screamed.

Next minute, his hand found her neck. He threw her across the room like she weighted tissue.

Angela landed with a broken rib, and he stormed out of the lounge, steps so loud and gappy.

He came across Kaylee by the front door, but she wasn’t able to say a thing before he barged out.

She saw his eyes, and she understood he’s losing it.

She stood there, and Angela crawled out of the lounge, grunting with her red face and fingers.

“Send the guards after him! I showed him the video so he’s…. he’s gonna do something brutal to that Cove guy….”

“If he’s gonna do anything brutal to Cove with this side of him, then I’m in support,” Kaylee shrugged.

She went out, stopping the guards who’re about to follow him.

“Leave him alone tonight. Anything he does, I’ll handle the mess. For now, log in to your bot accounts online and start creating hashtags…. COVE FABIO IS A BETRAYER, A THIEF WHO HURT RIAN’S FEELINGS. Let DIAMONDS arise.” She ordered.

The guards rushed back in.

—

[Void Cemetery, 8:30pm]

The gates of the old cemetery has been open since 6.

Black cars lined the gravel path, headlights cutting through fog that rolled across crooked headstones.

Dim red lanterns were strung between skeletal trees, the glow bleeding over marble angels and cracked crosses.

A DJ booth sat elegantly against a mausoleum wall, his gothic bass and pop humming high enough to make the iron fences tremble.

Reputations would be destroyed tonight. Secrets would be leaked. By sunrise, relationships would be over.

Students moved between graves in their gothic make-up and couture-black outfits.

Leather, lace, tailored suits. Boots and heels sank deep into damp soil.

Smoke machines hissed, turning the graveyard into something cinematic.

A long banquet table stretched between two old tombstones, set with dark roses, black candles dripping wax, crystal glasses filled with pomegranate mocktails that looked suspiciously like blood.

The whole event felt rebellious and disrespectful—as it should.

Suddenly, a red light lit up the entrance, showering the board hanging over there.

“ELMIRA’S THIRD MASSACRE PARTY” was written in the boldest blood letters alive.

Everyone knew it was time for her entry, and the ululations that carried her in from students was insane. Elmira entered with friends. Roxy by the right, Trinidad by the left with a wolf cut. She looks like a boy tonight more than ever.

There’s animal blood on her skin, staining her white dress-shirt like she just got into an accident.

It’s her signature tonight.

Roxy? She held a small axe on her left shoulder, her outfit is made of blunt blades, so is her jewelries.

Elmira is the star of the night, her Oh-Polly dress has zigzag hem like a zombie’s—just perfect for this party.

V low cut back. V low cut front, popping her breàsts so much.

She’s got body than Stacy, so it’s tight, but she squeezed herself in. Only a tiny rope is holding the skirt to her waist, so as she moved, she showed off a teasing part of her p+xy.

Students look like their words have been stolen, they barely breathed. ur became insufficient.

Elmira’s strut got tougher under the lanterns when she saw her effects.

By now, Remo and his gang are entering too. They jumped in through the fence despite the open gate.

Scott is with them tonight.

Kane sat on a tombstone in the middle of his fellow first year students, staring at the night.

Elmira raised a mocktail from the banquet table, smiling.

“To the fact that my new sweet boy will be revealed tonight. That this party will beat my former ones, and to the dead for hosting.” She shouted.

“To Massacre!” The students raised their glassss, but things went still after that chorus cos…

Glitz entered.

Atmosphere shifted, creaking threateningly with their presence.

Merely seeing Stacy, glasses lowered.

Stacy looks like the party owner.

Her dress is rich black fur with white fur stripes which wrote DANGER across different intentional spots, then murderous inches Rene Caovilla heels.

Her girls are behind her, dressed to steal this party too. They look gothic than anyone here.

Elmira and her girls went still, and Elmira stepped forward, ready to wash Stacy with words, but the turbulence wasn’t over.

Dorian entered, and the cemetery gate closed behind him.

Eyes still unforgiving, demeanor still mad, stance still strong.

He went to the garage already, but he was told Cove is here.

“Fabio!” He snapped bitterly, looking around as all eyes went to him.

“Fabio!!” He growled again, anger echoing through his yell.

A tall, mysterious figure stood on top of a old grave, and everyone stepped away from him when he lowered his hoodie from his head.

Cove…indeed.

He wasn’t planning to attend, but Dollface was attending, so why not?

But then… seems this night will be energetic than he expected, cos……..

“F+kin’ betrayer,” Dorian muttered, rushing past Stacy…

Stacy turned with wide eyes.

Dorian was already at Cove’s face.

He raised a loaded punch, and breaths were held as the blow came down, slamming into Cove’s mouth.

TBC.