Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13
All her life, Stacy’s eyes has never widened the way it is right now.
If it widens an inch more, her sockets might rip apart.
Gathering herself together, she pushed Dorian away from her back with an elbow cos Cove looks immovable in the front.
“What the hell was that!” She demanded, her eyes shooting overcharged laser beams.
“The hell was what?” Dorian replied, his smile still flashy, like he and Cove didn’t just set her world on fire.
“You must really think you both are the Alpha and the Fuçkin Omega of this campus, creeps!” Stacy snapped, looking at the front where Cove still stood like a statue.
“If we aren’t, then why are you sweating. Also, I can hear your rapid heartbeats. Bad Idea, are you scared?” Cove said flatly, his thick brows making a glitch.
Stacy shifted back again.
Dorian moved closer to Cove, standing right beside him.
Truly, Stacy could feel her chest thumping. Fear? It’s been long since she felt that, but this is raw.
She’s sweating slightly on the brows.
The third step she took was her last slow step, cos she whipped around and rushed out of the hall.
Tasha followed her.
“This partnership is ridiculous,” Tania scoffed.
“One rich, one poor—two mediocre liabilities,” Kehlani said, unimpressed.
She’d never understand why such insipid guys got handsome faces.
She left with Tania, and now it’s just Zendaya in the hall with them.
Cove’s eyes went to her.
The squirting disinfectant formed round droplets in front of her pumps on the ground.
“What? Wanna scream?” Cove’s head went to the side.
“Raw, or condom?” Dorian added, his hands in pockets.
And that was when she threw down the disinfectant. She ran out of the hall, her breàsts running with her.
When she went out of sight, Dorian let out the laughter he has been holding in.
Cove just stared into space.
“The mighty queen bee of Glitz Society is scared of sèx? I’d pay any amount to see the scared-stiff look on her face after you said that! I wonder what’d happen if she sees me naked. Is she gon’ pass out if she sees my D?” Dorian breathed, his words coming out hitch-free with his laughter.
“Are you always like this?” Cove said, already walking down the hall with him. Their steps aligned.
“Always like what? Carefree? Careless? Flirty?” Dorian said, “That’s like my whole personality, Fabio.”
His laughter stopped, but he still maintained his sweet, sweet smile.
“It’s Cove…” Cove corrected, his walk slowing as they descended the staircase to the first floor.
“Cove is too common for everybody, so as your best friend, I chose to call you your surname from now on. How about you start calling me my surname Wesley too? Hmm?” Dorian replied cheerfully.
“Best friend? Snap out of your painful hallucinations, dîck. I’m never gonna befriend you,” Cove gave him a dry look.
“Seriously, how do you pull this off effortlessly?” Dorian stopped in front of him on a lower staircase.
Cove had to halt too.
“This morning, we attacked Remo together, and just now we teased Stacy together too, but each time, you manage to snap back to your mean, cold self. I might just die of cold at this rate.” Dorian said.
Cove moved his lips, but before he could say something hurtful, Dorian received a call from Angela.
“Hey Angel! Sup?”
“Your mum has been calling you since daybreak, but you haven’t been picking, why?” She asked.
Dorian’s mood fell off immediately.
“Cos I’m not in the mood to talk to her? Listen, she’s just gonna say boring brain-frying stuff again so why the fûck should I care?”
“Are you serious right now?” Angela gasped. “Before you left San Francisco, you promised to never bounce her calls”
“Angel—”
“Rian, you definitely don’t want your mom to come to LA. You won’t like it if she comes to this city to suffocate you with her presence,” Angela interrupted.
“What are you talking about?” Dorian’s brows curved.
“She said she’d call my phone in fifteen minutes, and if you’re not here to talk to her by then, she’d touch down tomorrow in this LA city,” Angela explained.
“You’re kidding,” Dorian’s eyes showed how highly unesy that news made him.
“Try me,” Angela replied.
“Sh|t,” Dorian hung up.
“Fabio, I’ve got a urgent situation to take care of right now! I gotta go! Don’t forget to come to the concert!.” He said in a rush before running over the remaining staircases.
He was literally taking two staircases at a time till he jumped down and rushed out of the library building.
His hidden and unhidden guards followed him out.
When Cove counted them, they’re 21, and more are surely still outside.
Must be suffocating.
Cove was still standing on that staircase when his phone bleeped.
It’s a new mail from a campus building manager.
• Your tutorial building is ready for assessment.
He pocketed the phone and left the library, doing a two minutes walk to the new building.
This campus is excessively large with several acres of unused land, so new buildings arise almost every two months, and this building is one of the new buildings.
The fact that it’s not far from the library is the icing on top.
It’s a storey building, and Cove was only given a hall on the top floor, but he’s very much ok with it.
He has a certain number of students he’s planning to take anyways.
He opened the white double doors of the hall, and if he was impressed by it, it didn’t show on his face.
He stayed indifferent.
The hall is wide enough to accommodate fifty students, but he’s not even planning to take that much.
He remained flat as he checked it out.
Good sitting space, wide white board, a full pack of markers, a projector, and soundproof walls too.
He dropped his laptop on a desk, opening it and trying to test it’s connectivity with the projector.
Someone else entered the hall, and he had to turn back slightly.
It’s Trinidad.
She’s still wearing her regalia jersey, holding a ball in her underarm.
Her short hair is slightly wet, scattered over her face.
“The Coding Wizard is planning on tutorials?” She looked around.
Cove was silent.
“It’s still baffling that the Chancellor agrees to wh@tëver you say. The lecturers are scared of you cos they don’t want you to get them fired, and now that you’re starting a tutorial, the students will probably start getting scared of you too.” She said.
“What are you doing here?” Cove asked, nearly inaudible, returning his eyes to the laptop screen.
“We had a football match, but it was cancelled in the middle of the second half cos there was no scores from both teams, so I figured I could use exercise to wake up. Roxy and Elmira couldn’t wait for me to finish my exercises, so they left me in campus. I got done ten minutes ago and was returning to the wardrobe suite to change when I saw you heading here. I got curious, and I followed.”
“I didn’t ask for an explanation about how your day went,” he replied.
Trinidad smiled slightly, going closer.
She watched his laptop screen, and when he tapped the last button, the projector came on.
Perfectly.
“The Chancellor can never give you trash. You’re your boss’s wild card in the repair garage, and in this campus too, you’re like the Chancellor’s wild card too.” Trinidad commented.
Cove packed up—the laptop and books. He started leaving.
“You don’t need an assistant for this tutorial? Someone has to help you gather students, don’t you think? I’m up for the job, and don’t worry, i won’t charge you,” Trinidad said.
He didn’t stop walking.
“And I’ll try to talk less. I know you don’t like noise,” She added.
He still didn’t pause, but when he got to the door, he finally paused and turned back to her.
“Twenty serious students. 5pm on Monday,” he said.
“Trust me, ice prince.” Trinidad nodded, stepping out too.
There’s a key in the keyhole, even an extra key hanging on the holder.
Cove turned the key, locked the door and left the building.
Trinidad leaned on the railings, watching him from there till he disappeared down the campus gate.
“He should be Ice-water instead of Cove,” she muttered.
She retrieved her phone and took a single picture of herself, posting with the caption…
~ Another point added to my portfolio; Footballer, Computer Science genius, now an assistant tutor to the Wizard—Cove Fabio.
She posted that to anger some bitçhes, and it’d surely work.
She left IG and went to the Computer Science Major group to post…
~ Cove’s Tutorial about to commence, any interested candidates? Note; Not Fuçkin free, make sure you’re loaded, and come with your brains.
She jogged down the stairwell after posting that update.
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[Dorian’s Mansion]
Dorian arrived at exactly fourteen minutes, and if the drive to the estate was crazy, his run inside was crazier—thanks to his athletic legs.
He met Angela waiting in the living room, holding her ringing phone. It’s exactly fifteen minutes now.
Dorian took a deep breath before taking the phone from her, and he still checked the screen first to confirm his worries.
It’s Kaylee…his mother for real.
He swiped green, lifting the phone to his right ear.
“Mama K,” he said, taking his seat.
He’s fond of calling her that since her name starts with K.
“I’m pretty sure you’re enjoying yourself. Aren’t you?” Kaylee’s tingly voice sieved in. “And that’s why your fingers are too heavy to pick my calls on your own phone.”
“Mama—”
“Don’t mama me, Rian.” Kaylee cut in stringently. “You wanted to go over there to Los Angeles to finish your university education, and I said yes, and now you’re not only bouncing my calls but also befriending a garage boy? What is wrong with you?”
“You’re in San Francisco, but somehow you know everything going on here. You’ll never not be well-informed,” Dorian replied, shooting a glare at Angela.
“Of course I know everything ongoing. You’ve chose to not take over my Banking Network. You choose music and I didn’t go against it, and that’s the exact way you won’t ever go against my wishes too. You’ll terminate the filthy friendship between you and that garage boy!” Kaylee slammed.
“His name is Cove, not garage boy, and he’s a genius,” Dorian stood from his couch immediately.
“I do not Fuçkin care, Rian. There are many beneficial students in that campus you can befriend, and you actually chose a charity case?” Kaylee went on strictly.
“Beneficial students like?” Dorian’s hand went to his hair.
He’s trying so hard to keep up with his mother’s demands.
“Remo Lane is a Minister’s son! Can’t you befriend Remo?” Kaylee shouted.
“No you did not just mention the name of that bastard!” Dorian shouted back immediately.
“I’m not done!” Kaylee snarled. “What of Scott Young? His father Silas owns Y Group, the largest conglomerate in this country. And there’s Max… Max’s father is an Influential socialite, then Frank! Frank’s father is the richest neurosurgeon in this country!”
As Kayla called the names, Dorian lost his patience bit by bit.
“And should I start with the girls? Trinidad Brooke… Her father is a sickly rich investor. Roxy? Her father is into real estate! Don’t even make me mention the Glitz Society girls cos their fathers are on top, especially Stacy! Why the hell can you not befriend any of the mentioned students but chose a poor thing?”
By now, every bit of patience in Dorian has melted, but he’s still holding on by a nonexistent string cos if he gets angry and shouts at Kaylee, then she’d blow this out of proportion, so he stayed calm.
“None of the students you mentioned are as rich as us, except Stacy,” he said gently, feeling his head ticking.
“Yeah, but they’re still mad RICH! Don’t you get it? Rian, can you stop disappointing me? Gawd, choose a friend that’s worthy of you, not the garage boy!” Kaylee shot.
Dorian didn’t talk again.
He just sat back on the couch.
“Tonight is your concert. Do well as usual. Blow them away.” Kaylee continued, and he nodded.
“Of course, bye.”
He hung up and threw the phone on the center table, feeling like all the bones in him has been extracted and thrown to the dogs.
“If you’re thinking I fed the information of your movements to Kaylee, then you’re wrong. I’d never snitch on you, Riri.” Angela said.
“Then how?” Dorian looked up, his eyes mad. “How the hell did Mama K find out about Cove?”
“Did you forget Kaylee employed the guards following you around?” Angela sat beside him.
“Bloody hell,” Dorian muttered, shoving his fingers in his shinny hair.
“Of course they report to her on a daily basis, and that’s why you should be careful and do as she said. You don’t want her crashing out again,” Angela rubbed his shoulder.
“I’m never cutting my friendship with Cove. That dude is like a rock and nothing impresses him. Now that I’m finally getting to him bit by bit, I’m to let it go? Nah.” He stood.
Angela’s arm fell from his shoulder.
“But Riri—”
“You know how much I struggled with friends in highschool, Angel. Every guy only wanted to befriend me cos I’m the celebrity Dorian, but Cove is different. He doesn’t care about my popularity, and it’s exactly what I’ve been looking for. Can’t I make a real friend for once? I enjoy his company too.” He cut in.
Angela sighed, standing with him.
Before she could say another word, her alarm beeped, and two cars drove into the mansion.
“The crew members are here, time for the last practice before the concert,” Angela nodded, taking a medicine bottle and rolling out a Advil pill, giving it to Dorian.
He gets headache anytime he speaks to his mother, so the pill is to calm his head down and soothe the headache.
He took it, swallowed without water before following Angela to the inbuilt studio with the crew.
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[Montana Mansion]
Everyone of the girls are here in Stacy’s bedroom.
They came here straight from campus, actually.
It’s been an hour now, but their conversation hasn’t left the space of Dorian and Cove.
“I got the chills when the garage boy said that, I won’t lie,” Stacy confessed.
She’s standing by the door of her closet, body leaning on the frame.
“I knew it. You looked paralyzed in the middle of the guys and I’ve never seen you like that before,” Tasha replied from the bed.
She’s lying down with Tania beside her while Kehlani and Zendaya slept on the floor leisurely.
Kehlani’s leg is raised from the floor to the bed, and get sleek white painted toenails glittered.
“So…you caught feelings?” Tania gave Stacy a stare.
“What are you even saying?” Stacy moved forward, her eyes unwelcoming.
“Cos you and Tasha are even doing more than Zendaya at this rate. Why the fûck would you be affected by what he said? Did you get wet?” Kehlani sat up in bed.
Zendaya held her breaths as she expected Stacy’s answer.
“Fûck you, Lani. Wet for who?” Stacy responded glaringly. “The garage boy or Dorian?”
“You just said you got the chills when the garage boy said he’d make you scream,” Tania said.
“And how the fûck is chills associated with wetness? You have to like someone to get wet for them cos the pu$$¥ isn’t blind,” Zendaya talked.
“Thank you, Zen, cos I don’t understand what the fûck Lani and Tania be talking about,” Stacy pointed fingers. “Y’all know about my fear of sèx! I’m still the only virgin among y’all cos of this fear so stop trying to get on my nerves!”
“Tania had a very bad field day cos the football march was cancelled earlier, don’t blame her,” Tasha chirped in, pressing her lips together to smoothen her lipstick.
“So…who do you think has the biggest D between the two?” Kehlani asked.
“Don’t start again, Lani. Last time you made us debate over Scott’s dîck, now it’s Dorian and the garage boy?” Stacy giggled, coming closer.
“It’s fun gossiping about them in their absence,” Kehlani winked.
“It’s obviously Covey. He works out I can prove it.” Zendaya said.
“Nah, it’s gotta be Dorian. He works out too. You don’t see his new IG pictures? Snapped in a gym. He works out too, that body is Fuçkin banging,” Tasha spoke up.
“Twin, you’re following Dorian on IG?” Tania blinked.
“Saw his page on my feed, that’s all.” Tasha shrugged.
Tania relaxed.
“It’s the garage boy, I think. Poor boys and big covks are like 5 and 6,” Kehlani made faces.
“Nah…that guy’s ego is probably bigger than his dîck so it’s Dorian, please.” Tania said.
“Maybe they both have the same size since they’re both annoying? Wait… Garage boy is actually more annoying so his dîck takes the crown, Stacy said with spread palms.
Then they all bursted into laughter.
“We all belong in the loony bin,” Stacy caught her breaths, grazing her thumb on her navel ring.
Zendaya went online, and the first post she saw in the Computer Science Major group is about Cove’s tutorials starting on Monday.
She didn’t even look at the name of the poster before clicking the link to register for it.
After registering, she finally saw the name of the poster.
Trinidad???
“Why the fûck is Trinidad posting Covey’s tutorial link?” Zendaya spranged up fearfully.
“What’s up?” The twins asked at the same time.
“Covey wants to start paid tutorials on Monday, and Trinidad is the one in charge of the registration. She posted the link!” Zendaya gasped.
“Trinidad and her girls are wenches, the garage boy is a twerp, so they actually match.” Tania shrugged.
“No don’t tell me they’re actually dating. I’m gonna die for real.” Zendaya said fearfully.
“Dating?” Stacy scoffed. “Garage boy doesn’t look like someone who can date.” She rolled eyes.
“That bîtch Trinidad is brilliant too, so I get why they’re working together,” Tasha said.
“I hope it’s actually just work and not dating,” Zendaya calmed.
“I’m convinced at this rate that garage boy cast a spell on you. Why the fûck would you be so into him?” Stacy said
“You’re never gonna understand, Stacy,” Zendaya waved her off.
Kehlani’s phone lightened up, and a smile spread on her face as it’s a text from her boyfriend Max.
“Hey girls, I have to go meet Max at the Meet Up right now,” she spranged up, wearing her heels back.
“We’re clubbing tonight, yeah? When you guys are done chosing location, send it to the group,” she said.
“I told y’all I’m gonna be attending Dorian’s concert, so I’m definitely not clubbing with you guys,” Stacy said.
“That makes four of us then,” Kehlani blew kisses. “Involve me when the location drops!”
Then she rushed out.
“And i’m definitely not wearing any of my slutty outfits to club tonight. I need something more revealing. Need to go shopping,” Tania said.
“Me too, twin.” Tasha groaned.
They jumped down from the bed.
“I need a half bra. I’m planning to try it out tonight,” Zendaya said.
“Half bra with the sinful load on your chest? Zen, are you like planning to murder the guys tonight at the club?” Tasha laughed.
“That’d be so Fuçkin sèxy!” Stacy remarked. “Do it! I’m in support!”
“Of course you’re in support! Ambassador of handkerchief outfits!” Tasha said, and Stacy chuckled.
Zendaya followed the twins, and the three left the mansion together.
Stacy fell on her bed, feeling alone. She lay there; legs crossed palms rested on her breàsts.
She stared at the ceiling.
Then…it came.. like a storm…to her head…his voice….
“She’s too fragile to scream the type of scream my ears are starving to ear. She might just die screaming.”
When that statement sounded in her head, she blinked twice, trying to send it off, but it sounded again.
And again.
She sat up fast, getting down from the bed with a spring.
“Fûck, why is his voice haunting me?” She muttered, rushing out of the room, only to meet Anita outside.
She was about to come in.
“Anita,” she breathed.
“Are you ok?” Anita asked worriedly, seeing her restless eyes.
“Yeah…I’m good. Anything up?”
“I’m making dinner already, but the ribs might take too long to braise, so I wanted to come ask if I should get you some hors d’oeuvre,” Anita said.
“No I don’t need them. You don’t have to make dinner too cos I’ll be going to Dorian’s concert later.” Stacy cleared.
“You’re going to Dorian’s concert?” Anita’s face lit up.
“Yeah, I have to go. Wanna go with me?” Stacy asked.
“Nope, I’ll be ok at home,” Anita quickly replied, the sparks in her eyes dying fast.
“Now that I think about it, you’ve never attended his concert despite being a fan.” Stacy frowned.
The main door opened downstairs, and both females rushed to the stairwell to see who.
It’s Albert.
“Mr. Montana,” Anita smiled, but it wasn’t the same for Stacy.
Stacy left the stairwell and went back into her room.
Albert entered with her.
The good-looking man took off his suit and dropped it for Anita.
“Stacy I got news that you yanked your guards. The guards don’t follow you around again?” he said breathlessly.
“Cos their presence is suffocating?” Stacy turned her back on him.
“Suffocating? What the hell, sweetheart. You know I have enemies like Sh|t, and they know you’re my only weakness! Do you wanna get kidnapped? Huh?” Stacy!” Albert pulled her arms.
She shook him off.
“I won’t survive it if anything happens to you, Stacy. Why the hell would you yank your guards?”
“Cos I wanted you to come see me!” Stacy yelled, facing him.
Tears already welled in her eyes, they’re just not falling.
“The other time, I had to ruin a concert and get hit with a microphone before you came, but you received a work call and left. You didn’t call me and ask about my wellbeing. Now I had to yank my guards before you came? Fûck, I h@të you so much! Is it such a crime to want my dad around?” She sniffled, wiping the tears.
She didn’t let them fall.
Guiltily, Albert stood there, not knowing what to do for the first two minutes, but then he pulled her closer slowly, hugging her.
Her face pressed his chest, and as she sniffled, he pat her back.
“I’m so sorry, Stacy. I have no excuse but work, and you know I’m working for you. You’re my only one and I can’t let you suffer,”
“You can still work and at the same time come see me. Or at least call me always. Everytime, every hour if possible.” She hiccupped.
Albert broke the hug, holding her round face with a small smile.
“I’ll change, I promise, and this coming Sunday? I’ll spend it at home with you, I promise.”
“Don’t you dare break that promise,” she frowned cutely.
Albert’s smile widened, and he hugged her again.
“Ok Mummy, I won’t.” He said.
Behind them, Anita smiled too. She’s the only one aware that behind that mean girl exterior Stacy shows outside, she’s a complete baby with her dad in this house.
Minutes Later, Albert left, and that’s after he made sure the guards got called back for Stacy’s protection.
Stacy sat in front of her mirror, feeling much better now. She made a call to the gift store for Dorian’s gift.
While Anita entered her closet to pick her outfit, she began wearing makeup for herself.
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