Reckless - S01 E11

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Reckless - S01 E11

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

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Frank and Max removed their bodies from the pillar they rested on, their eyes looking impressed instead of shocked and angry.

Besides being popular for his gigolo gigs and being the ice skating king in this campus, Remo is also the most dangerous fighter in RIDE.

If the collaboration of Dorian and Cove’s punches made him shake like this, then it’s new, but it didn’t end there, cos Remo didn’t only shake.

He staggered to the back of his feet, a little drool of blood crawling out of the curve of his lips.

He nearly fell as insane turbulence rolled inside of him, but he quickly grabbed the quadrangle pillar to hold for balance, then his bloodshot eyes shot up to the guys.

“Sick,” Max muttered.

“Ditto,, but I think derailed would fit better.” Frank added.

Dorian is smiling with his fist still folded, and his guards are looking at him with wide sights.

What the fûck is Dorian doing getting involved in a campus fight?

Remo’s guards have stopped too, and they’re clumped in one side of the quadrangle, waiting for another order from Remo before they’d move.

The crowd of rich students by the windows have their phones on good angles, recording the scene.

RIDE students would rather record an accident to post on their feeds than saving the accident victim.

And the girls? They carried the shocked expressions that Frank and Max didn’t exhibit.

It’s in the girls features, especially Stacy and Zendaya’s.

Stacy is shooting her eyes from Cove to Dorian, wondering why they did that. Two hottest guys in this campus who’re her enemies just collaborated to beat Remo cos of her and her girls?

What’s going on?

Zendaya’s hand on the window sill is so tight she almost got cut. She’s solely staring at Cove.

He might be wearing his uniform, but the first two buttons on top of his shirt are undone, so a little part of his chest is out for the eyes of all.

She has noticed he likes doing it. Even if he wore a hoodie, he leaves it half-zipped to show that small portion of broad open chest.

No doubt, this guy works out, and seeing him throw a punch for the first time made her chest pound. Her palpitations resumed wildly.

She loves him more. How can a human be so incredulously hot?

She grabbed the window sill tighter, and her palm finally got cut. She winced sharply.

Stacy bit herself on the side of her mouth, gently.

Cove’s eyes are still as dark as rain clouds as he stood behind that door with Dorian who looks like he just conquered the world.

Remo is just balancing back to his feet—just recovering from the impact of the punches.

Suddenly, Frank and Max began clapping, their palms sending echoes around the quad.

“Did two guys just successfully punch Remo Lane?” Frank smiled.

“You both deserve a boat tail Lambo!” Max added, grinning.

Cove gathered his handouts and textbooks from where they are on the floor, then he opened the door to step out, but Remo came after him.

Dorian blocked Remo, pushing the notorious guy back.

“Listen, the punch he gave you was to warn you to never ever include his name in a truth or dare like you did at the Plaza. When I was tackling you that night, you’d notice he didn’t do anything. Take this as his retaliation.” Dorian warned seriously.

“And who the fûck are you? His mouthpiece?” Remo pushed Dorian’s chest too, and Dorian glared.

“Touch me again, and I’ll stop holding back, and yeah I’m his mouthpiece—if that’s another word for a friend these days, Fuçkass.”

“You should be scared for yourself, Dorian Wesley. You’re a celebrity, and with a snap of my fingers, I can ruin your life! I heard you’re into ice skating too, and at the rink, I’m the king! I’ll dismantle your essence!” Remo threatened.

“Have y’all forgotten the name you gave me that soon?” Dorian chuckled, adjusting Remo’s suit for him. “An Ultra Nepo baby, that’s what I am. I have the insane backing of my mother, and you know what’s more insane?” He leaned into Remo’s ears this time, whispering…

“My fan base—Diamonds, I can never do wrong in their eyes. They love me too much it’s unconventional, and I’m sure they’re already defending me online right now. Pick your phone and check your page, you’d know what I’m talking about…you shallow son of a shallow Minister.”

He pushed Remo away after spilling that fact, then he signalled at his guards, and they followed him out.

Surprisingly, Cove is still by the door, and the moment he stepped out, Cove joined him. They walk past the crowd and Glitz girls by the window.

Every single one of the girls turned around to have a look, and as the guys left the hall, they left too.

The crowd of other students began muttering.

• Do we all agree that they’re the two hottest guys in this campus currently?

• Fûck, yeah. I can’t believe someone actually put Remo in his place!

• I want them both!

• Like pokemon, I wanna keep collecting them for real!

• Did anyone capture a clear picture of the punches? I need to post on my page and advertise the kinda man I want for myself!

• But I heard they did it for the Glitz Society?

• Glitz Society my foot! They did it cos Remo dared them to kiss Stacy at the Plaza during the party.

• They h@të Stacy this much? I’d pay multi-billions to watch again! I love them so much!

As the crowd of students began dispersing, Remo turned his eyes inside the quad, facing Frank and Max sharply.

“What? Are you gonna unleash your anger on us now?” Max scoffed.

“Why the fûck would you both clap after I got punched by those Çüñts!” Remo fired angrily.

“We clapped cos we were impressed. Since we became students of RIDE last year, no one ever boasted of giving you a blow successfully cos you were the king.” Frank said.

“Were?” Remo’s eyes knotted.

“Yeah, it’s past tense now cos they were able to beat you with one punch each! You staggered, bro!” Max laughed, and Remo landed a punch on Max’s jaw viciously.

“The hell!” Frank gasped as Max staggered with a bleeding lip.

Remo pulled Max upright by his shirt.

“Listen and listen Fuçkin good, Max. You do not get to mock me when you spend your lifetime worshiping Kehlani! A brainless tool like you have no business ridiculing me you Fuçkin’ bastard!” He yelled.

Max tore Remo’s hand away from his shirt and returned the punch to Remo’s face.

“Fuçkass! You’re exactly what Dorian calls you, dumbest!” Max yelled.

Remo nearly came for Max again, but Frank quickly got in-between them, and at the same time, Scott entered.

“What a embarrassingly unworthy scene. I feel my brain cells commiting suicide just witnessing it.” He muttered by the door.

The three guys stopped, facing that door at the same time.

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[Wardrobe Suite]

All Glitz girls chose skating as their game except Zendaya and Tania the footballer.

Zendaya’s weight makes skating hard for her, so she chose golf.

But they all use the same Wardrobe Suite, and as they wore their varsity regalia (sports wear), their chats flew around.

“They did it to get Remo off our tail, and somehow they looked hot collaborating.” Stacy said, wearing net stockings under her skirt.

“To get Remo off our tail?” Tania scoffed. “Oh please, those guys were just aura-farming. They did it to get more points for themselves from the students. You don’t hear how the students are praising them?”

“I support Tania. I mean…they had no reason to do it for us, so stop your delusions, Stacy. Don’t join Zendaya and start crushing.” Kehlani said.

“Crushing? You’re going too far, Lani.” Stacy smiled.

“Lani, you and Tania should become twin sisters already.” Tasha replied, turning her back on Stacy who helped her zip up her dress.

“You mean you’re on Stacy’s side that the guys did it for us?” Kehlani and Tania chorused.

“Now chill and don’t chew me out. Hear me out… They’re currently the two hottest guys in this campus, we five are the hottest bitçhes too. Who knows, they might have a crush. Actually, it’d be insane if they don’t have a crush.” Tasha said.

“Twin, you’re starting to get as delusional as Stacy and Zendaya,” Tania said, placing her sneaker on top of a table to tie her laces.

“She stating facts,” Zendaya spoke for the first time since they got here.

“No you’re not allowed to talk cos you’d just defend your Cove,” Kehlani shut her up, and Stacy laughed.

Zendaya’s heart leapt.

Her Cove? She liked the sound of it and how Kehlani said it.

Two minutes later, they all left the wardrobe suite.

Zendaya went to the golf field, Tania to the football stadium.

Stacy and Kehlani and Tasha went to the skating rink.

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[Library, Thirty Mins Later]

All eyes would be on him if he went to the lecture hall, so Cove decided to come here. On game days like this, there’s no single student in the library cos games are compulsory and a part of your cvmulative grade point, but Cove gives no d@mn.

He came here, and Dorian came with him. As he settled to read, Dorian settled in front of him behind a really gigantic shelf.

Apart from the smell of car engines, Cove loves the smell of books, and this library provides just the best.

He opened his laptop and began working on exactly what he came here to do…his tutorial start.

“Do you only think about books and cars? Don’t be boring, chap.” Dorian said in front of him.

He’s holding a small bottle of banana milk to his mischievous lips, drinking with a small straw.

“What am I supposed to think about?” Cove replied monotonously, his clean fingers running on the laptop keys.

“Have I told you how much I dislike that monotonous voice of yours? You talk like you’re measuring your words, and you should think beyond books and cars. Think about football too. I know you were a goalkeeper in your former campus, but you quit before coming here. Why? Also, why do you h@të staying in a car for too long?” Dorian asked like he’s reading the questions from a book.

Cove’s eyes lifted from his laptop, and Dorian shifted back on his seat.

“Your boss Matteo told me about your car issue, and about your goalkeeping quit, I found out myself. If I’m gonna be your friend, then I should at least know exclusive things,” he said.

“And who says I’m going to befriend you?” Cove’s eyes didn’t soften as he spoke to him.

“We gave Remo a conjoined punch less than an hour ago, and you even waited in front of the quad for me so we’d leave together. I know you wanna be friends, but you’re not good at expressing yourself politely so you can’t tell me. You’re an introvert, and I’m an extrovert, but I’m quiet good at translating emotions so I understand you too well. We match.” Dorian smiled.

“You’re a pain,” Cove muttered, returning his eyes to his laptop.

“I’ve always wanted a friend who’d not like me for my celebrity figure, and then you came. Next step is getting you a girlfriend who’d kiss out your virginity cos you totally look like a virgin. How about I talk to Stacy for you?” Dorian winked.

“Get lost,” Cove muttered, giving him an angry look.

Standing up, Dorian laughed loudly, then he came to Cove’s side of the table and checked out what he’s doing on his laptop.

“Tutorials? You’re going to organize tutorials and charge students before you’d tutor them? You need the Chancellor’s agreement on that. He’s the one who’s gonna give you a building to use too.” He said.

“I know,” Cove said.

“Good, then here…” Dorian dropped a VIP ticket on the desk.

“I’m not coming to your concert. I’ve got more important things to do.” Cove pushed the ticket away.

“Oh but you’re gonna come. I already made a deal with your boss Matteo over the phone last night. The concert is two hours, so I’ve paid him for two hours.” Dorian chuckled.

He was still chuckling as he left the library with his guards.

Cove pulled his phone and dialled Matteo’s line.

“What’s crashing, my wild card?” Matteo’s grainy voice hit the phone.

“You know what you did. Am I a commodity to you?” Cove said, his voice not dropping.

“Oh….” Matteo sounded. “The deal with Rian? But it’s just two hours, Cove. You can just follow Trevor for the concert, and I promise to give you a day break from the garage.”

“I’m not gonna go for the concert. Find yourself a new commodity,” Cove declared and hung up.

The phone rang three times…. Matteo called throughout, but he didn’t pick.

He just stared at his laptop screen with all focus.

When he finished writing to the Chancellor about that tutorial, he sent the mail and stood.

He walked to one of the small library windows, hands in his pockets as he stared out, taking fresh air.

The library is three floors, and he’s on the second floor, but even from there, he saw her.

Stacy.

She’s on her way to the Skating rink with Kehlani and Tasha, and they all have cups of warm coffee with them.

They’re chatting, smiling, laughing like they have no care in the world.

What would they care about when their parents do all the work? All they have to do is eat the work.

Stacy’s skirt kept getting carried by the wind gust cos as belt-like as it is, it still has a short slit in the front, so at each blow of the wind, her white P@?tië? shows a little bit at the sides.

Cove’s eyes went still like a cold ocean, but his eyeballs followed the girls as they got closer to the rink.

Suddenly, a ball came flying from the golfing field.

The ball hit one of the library windows with a destructive slam—the same window Cove stood by.

The window shattered, and one of the glass shards flew into Cove’s jaw, hurting him a little.

But more importantly, the golf ball entered his hand.

He caught it without even looking.

Those who saw it gasped, their eyes wide as they stared at the god.

He threw the ball back, and he didn’t miss his target.

It hit the head of the person who threw the ball to that window.

It’s Zendaya.

Everyone on the field has stopped by now, and everyone walking past the field including Stacy.

She paused with Kehlani and Tasha, and when they looked up to that library window to see the figure standing there….Cove.

Stacy’s eyes concentrated more, and their eyes met with unplanned clash.

Her eyes stilled, too. Like his own.

“Let’s get going! The warmups starts in two!” Tasha said.

Kehlani pulled Stacy’s arm, and they entered the skating rink.

Meanwhile, on the golfing field, Zendaya is on the ground.

After she got hit by the ball, she fell and even hurt her wrist.

Seeing that it was Cove only made her more mad at herself, and right now she’s at the brink of tears.

“Get up on your feet, Zendaya!” The golfing coach shouted.

“I told you times without counts to hit the gym and reduce your body fat, but you’ve always refused! Now look, you broke the library window! What brutal force did you hit the golf ball with, enough to make it fly that high and break the tempered glass of the second floor!” The coach ranted on.

Zendaya stood, threw down the golfing stick and rushed out of the field shamefully.

She’s already crying.

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