Reckless - S01 E03

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Reckless - S01 E03

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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]
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Copyright © 2026

By Naomi Cindy B.

CHAPTER 3.

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This part is for those who couldn’t finish reading the last chapter 👇

He removed the microphone from the stand and pointed it at the crowd. They sang the pre-chorus.

Crowd: ♪I bite my tongue, I lock the door, but silence screams your name once more!!!
I’m losing wars I never fight
When the world goes black—

♪At Night!

Dorian returned the microphone to himself, time to sing the chorus, but that was when it happened.

A louder roar slammed across the arena, nearly ruining everyone’s ears. Louder than the music.

It shook the grounds and everyone held their ears except Cove.

Even Dorian dropped his microphone and held his ears on stage.

Angela got on stage with his guards, and they covered him protectively.

“What’s going on!!” Trevor shouted beside Cove.

Then…the sound suddenly stopped, and four known figures jumped on stage immediately.

Tasha, Tania, Kehlani and Zendaya.

They definitely did it.

The crowd gasped.

• Glitz Society?

• The fûck is wrong with these girls?

• Holy Sh|t!

Kehlani picked the microphone from where Dorian dropped it.

“This is what you get for being a helicopter show-off, Dorian Wesley!” She announced, passing the microphone to Zendaya.

“How about you go back to San Francisco?” Zendaya snarled.

Then she passed the microphone to the twins.

Tasha and Tania talked at the same time. “What she said!”

Then Tania threw the microphone into the crowd.

Everyone went down for the fear of getting hit by the microphone, but Trevor wasn’t fast enough.

It hit his head, but before it could fall, someone caught it.

Even as Trevor winced, the person only cared about the microphone.

It’s Stacy.

She lowered the hoodie on her head and zipped down. She took off the hoodie, leaving her in a thin singlet and belt-like skirt. So skimpy.

She’s nearly bare.

“Welcome me to your concert, Dorian Wesley,” She spoke lucidly, rhinestones shining on her well-drawn brows.

Her girls smiled on stage.

Dorian is already rushing down the stage to check on Trevor who got hit by the mic.

“Riri!” Angela followed Dorian.

Even the guards are already running down to contain the situation.

“I came here to congratulate you on your copter!” Stacy talked again, already moving forward.

But then… She got pulled back.

A cold hand held her arm, and she gasped as she turned. Her eyes met with Cove’s own.

“You should apologize to him,” he spoke, pointing at Trevor. “For the mic hit on his head.”

Stacy didn’t even hear him. Her eyes are on the spot he touched on her skin. Her precious skin!

“What the fûck!” She shook his hand off and sent her right hand to his face, dazing him with a slap.

“How dare you touch me with that hand!” She ranged.

Trevor gasped with everyone else in the hall. Everyone held phones, filming the chaos.

By now, Dorian and the guards are nearly with them.

The rest of the girls are already rushing down too.

“Dorian…” Trevor muttered, his eyes still madly wide.

Cove’s cheek burned bright red from the slap. Slowly, he looked up to meet Stacy’s furious face.

Before Stacy could get it, he snatched the microphone from her.

“Cove!!” Trevor shouted.

Cove brought the microphone down to Stacy’s cheek, slapping her back with it—brutally.

Stacy’s eyes widened, then it blurred as blood pooled in her mouth. She fell flat on the floor.

Dorian stopped, his eyes wide as the eyes of everyone else at the catastrophe that just happened.

Did someone just hit the Media Mogul’s daughter publicly?

“Stacy!!” The girls ran faster, jumping through the crowd.

Zendaya and the twins went towards Stacy, but Kehlani head towards Cove, intending to go attack him.

Cove raised the microphone that’s still with him to his lips, then he talked, his voice echoing through the whole arena deeply.

“If you as much as take one more step closer to me, I’ll strip you naked.”

CONTINUATION…

Kehlani paused, not daring to step closer to this strangely weird boy.

Seems everyone else in the hall paused too, and all attention snapped to Cove who’s just lowering the microphone from his lips.

Even Dorian is staring, wondering what kinda flesh he has in his body. He looks too ordinary, but still bold enough to hit a Ultra Elite?

For the fear of getting stripped, Kehlani stopped going closer to him, but the twins took over immediately.

“d@mn, someone needs to smash this idiot’s face to the ground!” Tania ran forward, flinging her fist to his face.

Cove just took one step back.

The punch missed his face, flying beside his jaw, but he wasn’t so lucky.

His head rang cos e received a sudden hit at the back of his head.

Swiftly , he turned around to see the other twin—Tasha. She actually hit his head with another microphone, and she’s currently holding the mic tight, her eyes furious like her twin’s.

Kehlani and Zendaya are with Stacy by now. The medics rushed inside the space, and they gently lifted Stacy onto the stretcher.

Cove is already walking to Tasha, slowly and fluidly, but Dorian quickly blocked his way, stopping him from furthering.

“Guy, you look too ordinary to try this Sh|t. Stop.” He muttered warningly.

Tania covered Tasha too, both staying at a safe distance from the new guy.

With just one single push, Cove shoved Dorian out of his way.

“Dorian!” Angela held him, handing him over to guards for protection before she faced Cove.

“You nameless rascal with your secondhand jean! Get him!” She yelled, maintaining scathing eye contact with Cove.

She h@tës this dude already. Cove looked behind her where the twins are standing, and Tania gave him two straight middle fingers.

Cops rushed inside. Five of them.

Cove stayed silent, and his eyes are calm now, but still holding that hot spark of unfriendliness. Even as he was handcuffed, he stayed mute.

“You can’t take him! He was only fighting for me!” Trevor stepped in.

“I dragged him to this concert with me cos I really like Dorian! You can’t arrest Cove!” He shouted.

He went to Dorian, but the guards didn’t even allow him to get close to the golden boy at all.

“Riri, please don’t let him get arrested!” He shook his head.

Dorian looked at Angela, and Angela shook her head too, meaning NO.

She faced Trevor.

“Young boy, the cops don’t belong to Riri. They belong to Stacy,” she explained.

“What!” Trevor’s eyes widened.

By now, Stacy’s stretcher is already getting wheeled out by the medics.

Her girls followed the stretcher, then Dorian got led out by Angela and the rest of the team plus guards.

Cove is still there, held down by the cops. His arms were folded behind him before he was cuffed, so he looks like a bloody criminal right now with his chest pushed forward.

It got worse when reporters entered, taking shots of him and worsening the situation.

The students in the arena did more than reporters. Their cameras flashed his handsome face aggressively.

• Who the hell… is he?

• d@mn! He’s fine!!

• Heard he’s a RIDE student

• Student? He looks too ordinary!

• A scholarship student. He’s the second Special Transfer student. Computer Science.

• No no no! A scholarship student in RIDE?? Impossible!

He’s already getting taken away by now, and Trevor is running after him and the cops, begging hopelessly.

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[No Sleep Garage, 9:30]

Matteo is alone in the garage, eating noodles from a small plate and at the same time making a call.

The shop is still open. In fact, it’s more active at nights like this.

Reason for the No Sleep name.

Matteo closed the bonnet of the car he’s checking and grinned.

“Your car is ready for pickup. Didn’t I tell you?” He said on phone.

“My best boy worked on it this evening. If Cove touches your car, be sure it won’t have problems again for life. But you’re paying double though,” he grinned again before sitting, ending the call.

He picked his plate to continue eating, but that was when Trevor rushed inside, crying like crazy.

Matteo spranged up, dropping his noodles plate on the ground.

“Trevor?”

“Wizard…he got arrested at the concert. So… someone threw a microphone at my face cos those bully Glitz Society Girls came to ruin the concert. Wizard told Stacy Montana to apologize, but she slapped him!” Trevor narrated.

“Let me guess, Cove did something criminal?” Matteo gasped.

“Yes, and she was wheeled out on a stretcher!” Trevor hiccupped.

“What! He dared touch that girl? To stretcher level? Geez! Cove is too headstrong and I can’t even….”

“He got arrested! We should do something!” Trevor shouted.

Matteo ran out instantly, and Trevor followed him up.

They raced down the street till they arrived at the next line of shops. There’s a equipments shop, a electronics repair shop, and several others beside each other.

They’re all closed for the night, but Matteo slammed their doors.

“Y’all, Wizard got arrested! Open your d@mn doors and let’s go get his arse out! Open up!!”

As he slammed and shouted, the shop owners came out.

Rugged, tough street guys.

“Wizard got what?”

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[X Gym, 10pm]

Trinidad just finished her night gymnastics session, all sweaty.

It’s an Elite gym, so there’s a indoor bathroom to clean up before going home, but she’s not interested tonight

She wiped her sweat, threw on her waterproof jacket and hung her headphones around her neck, getting her bag and phone.

She walked out of the gym into the busy night.

Despite the fact that RIDE University is attended by rich kids worldwide, the school has no inbuilt school hostel, so students occupy the mansions in the street of Bel-Air.

They all live off-campus, extending beyond Bel-Air to Malibu to WeHo and Hollywood hills.

But this Bel-Air is worse cos it’s the main campus environment.

Nights like this are insanely bright and always full of students taking strolls, wasting their nights, partying, sinning, and riding rough.

No one asks them questions. No one would dare get tangled in the web of the rich families, so these students get away with any Fuçkin Sh|t they spill.

The bright street lights made Trinidad grumble as she mounted her bike, checking her phone.

She’s still reading about the new Computer Science student.

Cove Fabio.

Trinidad is the most brilliant Computer Science student, but that was before this insane guy arrived.

5:00 GPA? Just how brilliant is he?

Worse, he’s a scholarship student. The first scholarship student in RIDE.

“Fûck,” Trinidad muttered, finally pocketing her phone.

She kicked her bike to life and did a five minutes drive to a Studio Apartment.

Behind the studio apartment, there’s a small Atelier.

She carried her nonchalant self into the Atelier, and as expected, Roxy and Elmira are inside.

Her girls.

Roxy is a canvas painter—owner of this Atelier. She paints for fun whenever she’s not in campus.

Right now, she’s all covered in paint stains. A cigar stick is stuck between her lips as she painted a tiger.

She’s focused, but Elmira on the other hand is in front of a mirror, checking her breàsts out.

Her upper body is naked.

“You finally decided to come?” She looked back with a scoff, applying a dab of red lipstick on her lips.

“You both decided to ditch campus today?” Trinidad threw her weight on a sofa beside Elmira.

“Why the hell would we step campus on the first day of the semester? To listen to the boring orientation? Wear stupid Uniforms on the first day like we’re highschool peeps? I’m not stepping campus till tomorrow” Roxy remarked, pulling her focus from her canvas. She faced the girls.

“I went with Scott, we used Stacy’s airfield,” Trinidad smiled.

“Of course you went with your Captain Scott. If he wasn’t gay, I’d have said you both are hooked, but wait…. Stacy’s airfield? How are you still alive?” Elmira snickered, wearing her blouse.

“Don’t talk like Stacy is all that. She relies on her guards and cops for protection. She and Kehlani are the weakest of that bunch. The only fairly strong ones are the twins. They’re as cringe as Disney bullies.” Trinidad sighed, pouring herself alcohol from the bottle on the table.

“You didn’t mention the Buffalo Zendaya,” Roxy laughed, flinging her painting brush in the air.

She’s holding her cigar between her fingers now, the smokes curling.

“Why would that fat slût matter?” Trinidad replied, and they all laughed mockingly.

Elmira suddenly gasped, standing with her face buried in her phone.

“Update in my Major group! Dorian’s concert got ruined by Glitz Society! Cove was at the concert! He hit Stacy!” She announced.

“You’re kidding! Someone actually hit that whore?” Roxy threw off her cigar

Together with Trinidad, she checked Elmira’s phone.

The news was posted anonymously. Stacy’s name wasn’t even mentioned, but the poster used SM for her and used CV for Cove… their initials.

“It really happened, and TV stations aren’t rolling with the news? Even this one didn’t mention their names,” Roxy raised suspicious brows.

“Did you forget her father is the powerful Media Mogul? He controls the media so the news of his daughter’s humiliation can’t come out,” Trinidad said.

“Well….. we already know who’s SM and CF, so tommorow, we make it fill the campus, but d@mn…I love the Cove guy already. Is it weird that I get wet hearing his name? I can’t wait to resume tomorrow! Trinidad you’re in Computer Science with him you’re so lucky!” Elmira Mõ@ned.

Elmira and Roxy are English students.

“I don’t give a d@mn about his sassy boldness. I’m only concerned about how he’s now ahead me as the most brilliant coding genius.” Trinidad sat back, drinking her alcohol.

“You have Tania as your competitor in football, and now Cove is here to take your place in Computer Science too? Poor you.” Elmira said.

Trinidad stuck her tongue out as a form of cursing, and Elmira laughed, pouring herself alcohol too.

They clinked glasses.

“Why is there no conversation about Dorian?” Trinidad asked.

“Who said that? Go to every d@mn Major group chat. He’s all they’re talking about. We’re just not talking about him here, and I hope it remains that way,” Elmira snapped.

“You seem to have a personal beef with him,” Trinidad commented.

Elmira didn’t reply. She’s currently looking at Roxy who has been quiet.

Trinidad looked at Roxy too.

“What’s up?” They chorused.

Roxy sat in front of them, her face all colored from her canvas paint.

“My studio apartment in front of this Atelier, I told you both I rented it out last year, right?” She said.

“Yeah?” Trinidad frowned.

“That reminds me, we haven’t seen the occupant before. Is he some poor traveller?” Elmira said.

“You’d be shocked…” Roxy smirked.

Elmira and Trinidad stood at the same time, towering above Roxy.

“It’s not Cove, is he?” They chorused.

Roxy grinned, meaning yes.

Elmira screamed excitedly.

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