Reckless - S01 E21

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Reckless - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

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Stacy’s eyes dipped low, giving Zendaya a thick look of disbelief after that malodorous sentence dropped from her mouth to the air.

The other students look like they’ve forgotten about them now as everyone is gushing around about the insane pairings.

Even Kehlani and Tasha are gone too, and now it looks like Zendaya and Stacy are the only ones left stuck in this hallway—the students hollering around are just white noises.

Zendaya’s eyes are still wet, and her jaws are still soaked, too—from tears.

“Holy Fuçkin sin,” she stepped closer to the crying girl. “You’re threatening our friendship cos of a guy, Daya?”

Zendaya hiccuped, and Stacy nodded, pointing a finger forward.

“Do you know what that means? If push comes to shove, you’d chose a male over me! Over everyone of the girls!” She slammed.

“I love him! It’s my first crush so try to understand me!” Zendaya slammed back, grabbing Stacy’s arms. “Please don’t say no.”

Disappointment settled in Stacy’s eyes, filling her pupils. Obviously, Zendaya is too far gone now.

“You choose a guy over the Society, who am I to say no?” She nodded, taking her arms from Zendaya’s grip.

“Have him. Be the Tango Dance Queen for the Mixer.”

“Really?” Zendaya wiped her tears. “Do you mean that?”

Before Stacy could talk again, an announcement came from the campus speakers studio…

“There’ll be no switches or changes in the Mixer pairings. From the Tango Dance Queen and King, to the other date partners!! No one is allowed to complain! The school made the choices, and if you feel you can’t follow, then there’d be a penalty!”

As the announcement rang around the campus, Zendaya gasped.

Everyone else in the hallway froze, ears attentive as the announcement continued…

“Your performance in the Mixer will account for ten percent of your GPA this semester. By performance, it means; How well you socialize. There’d be no chaperone so how well you comport and compose yourself will also be a part of it, and the most important one is how well you do the dance. All these would account for ten percent of your GPA for this semester. Wish y’all the best!”

Another shrill ran through the blood of everyone as their gushing continued.

Stacy faced Zendaya with a blank face, and Zendaya sniffled.

She’s not crying anymore, but her eyes are still red. In fact, every part of her face is coloured.

Her makeup is ruined.

Stacy said nothing to her, she just walked off to class.

Zendaya rushed out of that hallway, making her way to the formation manager office.

Despite the fact that it was specified that no complaints would be entertained, students are waiting in front of the office including Tania.

Zendaya waited with them.

She was trembling till the door of the office opened, and the manager came out. He’s a black man who looks American.

The students followed with strings of complaints immediately, but the man raised his hand, meaning order.

“I made it clear in the announcement that no complaints would be entertained. Your complaints won’t make the pairings change.”

“Ok so why am I paired with Remo of all people?” Tania pushed forward. “I already concluded that I’d just skip this year’s Mixer, but you had to announce that it accounts for ten percent GPA and we can’t switch partners? What the fûck? I’m not dancing with Remo! No one likes Remo and I top the list!”

“Tania Delgado? Sort it out with Remo. There’s no solution here.” The manager said.

With a dangerous stump, Tania left.

Seeing there’s no hope, the other students began leaving too.

Zendaya waited till she’s alone before talking to the man.

“Why did you pair Covey with Stacy? Everyone know they both h@të each other…” She asked.

“Have you forgotten the purpose of the Mixer?” The manager spoke up. “It’s for students to socialize and get used to each other…make friends! Pairing enemies is the whole point,”

“The initial plan was to pair Stacy and Dorian, but she apologized at his concert and they’re cool now, so it left us with Cove. You do not have a say in this, Zendaya… just like other students. There’d be no favoritism.”

Afterwards, he returned into the office, shutting the door and leaving Zendaya standing outside.

Even as the morning sun peeked out from under the immaculate clouds, she didn’t leave there.

Soon, tears wet her eyes again.

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[9AM]

Since ten minutes ago, Kane caught the vibe that he’s being followed, but he kept it low and just kept riding through the road with his sunglasses on and his radio blasting his best of Dorian’s song — Crawl To My Hell.

He should be in campus by now, but he made a detour at the accessories store to get the sunglasses he’s wearing, then another detour at a restaurant to eat sushi since he didn’t eat before leaving the house.

Now he’s driving straight to campus with no plans to detour again, but the people following him are making him wanna change that now.

He turned up the volume of the playing music, moving his head to the hard tempo and singing along.

The car chasing him suddenly began speeding, obviously in an attempt to doublecross him.

Kane stepped on the gas, speeding off. Houses and other cars flew by through his window, and his eyes twitched darkly under his sunglasses before he made a U-turn.

The chasing car made the turn with him, but Kane was sharper.

His car tyres screamed under the rims when he arrived at an abandoned building down the road.

He jumped out of the car and entered the building. Now he’s hanging the sunglasses in his pocket.

A second after he entered the building, the chasing car halted too, the tyres screamed louder.

Scott, Remo and Frank came out of the car. Max was unavailable during their coming, so the three came.

“Your pretty stepbrother is a good driver, but too bad he can’t run faster than his shadow,” Remo snorted.

“I love it when you’re poetic!” Frank laughed, pulling up his sleeves.

“Wheelchair, don’t forget.” Scott reminded.

“Something worse than a wheelchair, dude. I chose coma.” Remo declared.

He was the first to enter the building, then Frank and Scott followed.

They expected to meet Kane in the building, cowering like a starved dog, but they met an empty building.

The building has just few stacks of pillar metals and roofing bolts.

They stood in the middle of the emptiness, nothing in progress except their harsh breathings.

“Did he enter the wall or sum?” Frank muttered, his eyes following every corner and angle inside.

“I bet he’s hiding in a corner, waiting for us to search shallowly and leave so he’d crawl out and escape like the little loser he is,” Remo said.

He dragged his belt out of the hoops, folding it and swinging it to the air. It made a wicked swoosh.

“Right there,” Scott pointed at the only staircase in the building.

He picked one of the short pillar metals lying down and climbed the staircase fast.

Frank almost followed him, but Remo held him back.

“Don’t keep your eggs in one basket. Go that way, and I’ll take that route,”

The guys split, going in different directions.

While Remo held his folded belt, Frank held a rope.

Like scoundrels, they searched, and things went awkwardly silent for the next two minutes except the sound of their faint footsteps.

Then…Frank came crashing like a downpour.

His body swept the air from the right angle till he hit the ground with a sickening thud.

His body swept the ground too, and his blood stained the cement.

He was stabbed on the arm, and the white he’s wearing made it seem like all blood has been drained from his body. The blood spread fast.

“Fûc..k!” He groaned.

That brought Remo out of his own angle, and Scott rushed downstairs too, both flabbergasted at the sight of Frank bleeding on the ground.

“Guy!” Scott’s voice was loud.

“Dude!” Remo followed.

“That corner! Right there!” Frank used his eyes to point out the way, and the two looked that route.

Remo moved first, then Scott followed…to that corner.

For the first one minute, nothing happened, but the second minute changed the atmosphere.

Kane jumped down the staircase, landing in the middle of the two and catching them clean.

One knife stab to Scott’s arm, and another stab to Remo’s.

Remo’s body staggered, but he quickly used the wall as support, his arm spitting blood that soaked his white just like Frank’s.

Scott got the deepest stab, so his blood was dripping to the ground from his arm.

His knees are bended, and he couldn’t even hold the stab. He was groaning as his eyes rolled in their sockets, pain mixing with shock.

Kane was smiling malevolently, and despite the fact that he just stabbed three people, his white didn’t stain. He still looks clean.

Even his hands aren’t stained. It’s like he used some blood-repelling mojo.

“Considering what y’all did to me, I should kill everyone here today and then bury y’all in the dark roof, but of what use would that be?”

Even his voice changed from the frail innocent tone to dulcet.

“Wait…where is your fourth person? Where’s Max?” He pointed the bloody knife suddenly at Remo who’s still leaning on the wall.

Remo’s eyes are still so shocked.

“I guess he’s somewhere Fuçkin Kehlani, or Elmira?” Kane sighed with a nod, lowering the knife.

“I’ll make sure he gets his own share of this knife, and y’all are so dumb it’s hard to witness everyday. You should have run a background check on me, Kane Dax. Oh wait…I guess I’m Kane Young…now that my mom is getting married to your dad… Scott.”

He faced Scott, and Scott looked up with a sweaty face.

“But still… Kane Dax. Run some researches. When I was in Germany during my highschool days, my classmates loved talking down on me cos my mother married my father—a man old enough to birth her. I was constantly ridiculed,”

“At first, I wanted to ignore it cos, um.. they’re teens, but it got annoying when they began writing curses on my locker. I couldn’t take it…”

Kane laughed shortly, walking a few meters around the building before continuing like a narrator.

He faced Frank now.

“I invited all my classmates who ridiculed me to an anonymous party, and they all attended… fortunately. They attended without knowing who organized it… isn’t that foolish?” He laughed shortly again.

“At 10pm during the party, I made the lights go out and locked them in the hall, then I released a gas inside. They all inhaled and went blind, deaf and dumb… everyone of them. I mean…if they can’t see and hear and talk, they’d mind their business, right?”

Kane stopped in front of Remo.

“Right, Remo?” He smiled devilishly.

Remo threw a punch at his face, but Kane didn’t hesitate before returning the punch to Remo on his stabbed arm, and Remo finally fell on his arse with a pained growl.

Now Kane’s fists are stained. He looked at it and let out a snort.

“I’m stained, that’s…bad.”

He took off his white shirt and wiped his knuckles with it, then threw the bloodstained shirt at Remo’s face.

He actually wore another blue shirt beneath that white shirt, so now he’s left in the blue shirt.

He went ahead to take off his white pants too, and just like the shirt, he has black pants beneath the white.

He threw the white pants at Remo, and Remo grunted.

Lastly, Kane faced Scott who’s still trying to stay on his feet.

He gave him a big smile and went closer, taking a look at his freckles. He held his chin roughly, and Scott breathed in, his chest denting.

“I meant it when I told you to stop hiding your freckles. I wanna see them everyday from now on. Any day you fail to let the freckles show, I’ll give you another stab.” Kane said, a clearly dangerous warning.

He let go of his chin and began walking out of the building, but towards the door, he looked back, his smile still bright.

“Y’all got stabbed on the arm, it’s like a friendship souvenir…the scars will always remember, isn’t it cute?” He pouted. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep to my promise and stab Max too—to complete the souvenir.”

And then he swaggered out of the building, leaving pain in it’s wake.

Scott finally released the groan he has been gatekeeping in his throat.

The three guys pushed themselves up from their knees with difficulty, and they all dragged their feet out of the building, bleeding and groaning.

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[RIDE University, Mass Comm Lecture-Hall]

It’s 10am, and the second class is already ongoing though it’s about to end now. It’s a thirty minutes class.

The timetable wasn’t a joke cos after this class, they’d only get a thirty minutes break before the next class.

Remo and Frank are absent, but no one noticed—they’re fond of missing classes.

Kehlani and Max sat beside each other, and throughout the class, they kept stealing kisses.

But on the side, Max kept trying his friends line. They aren’t picking, so he’s worried.

Tasha and Tania are side by side, and while Tasha is focused on the class, Tania is still fuming about her pairing with Remo.

Stacy wants to focus. She really wants to listen to the brilliant lecturer talking in the front, but she couldn’t.

The fact that she’s paired with Cove for the King and Queen shii is driving her crazy.

The moment it was announced that it’d account for ten percent of their GPA, her nerves got hit.

Cos now she has to find a way to make him attend the Mixer.

That sharp-tongued guy doesn’t seem like someone who’d do a dance.

Covey Fabio, tango dance?

Those two in one sentence sounds barbaric it’s sour to the ears,but somehow, she has to make him attend or she loses ten marks.

How to make him attend?

She has no idea.

This is someone who dislikes her so much and even threatened to break her bone if she comes close.

She sighed out, running her fingers playfully on her laptop keys.

“You should try and listen well in class, it works.” A known voice whispered behind her.

She paused, then turned to look behind. Dorian sat there, comfortably with a flirty expression.

He has been sitting behind her since last week.

“No talking during classes,” she said with a warning glare.

“You don’t look like someone who follows the rules, Brat. You bend rules instead.” He inched closer.

She rolled eyes then faced front, but he wasn’t done.

“Do you even understand what the lecturer is talking about? You look lost, Brat.” He whispered softly behind her neck, his breaths fanning the hair on her skin.

“Rian!” She looked back sharply.

“Hmm,” he smiled.

“For the last time, it’s Stacy, not Brat, and you’re not listening too, jerk,” she remarked with a scowl.

“I don’t have to listen. I mightn’t be a genius, but I’m brilliant in my own way. Otherwise, how would I have been maintaining a 4.55 GPA since my first year?” He replied.

“You’re a Ultra Nepo baby like me, so you paid lecturers?” She scoffed.

“Nepotism doesn’t work in my academics. I run my Sh|t myself. I just read extensively and set questions for myself every night, and I do well each time, simple.” He shrugged.

“Oh you’re bragging again,” she smirked, and he chuckled.

“You once said you h@tëd my braggadocio, I love what you h@të, somehow.” He winked.

She shook her head with a very cringed look.

“So…you want tutorial from me?” He leaned on his desk.

“So your fandom can have a field day dragging me again? I’ll pass.” She rolled eyes again.

“We can use my spot. I have a hidden selfcon inside the city, designed for my deflection.” He said.

“You’re talking like you have been planning this for ages,” Stacy frowned, looking more interested.

“Always ready Jackie Chan, I don’t procrastinate,” he shrugged.

She didn’t talk again for a minute, as if weighing her answer.

And for that one minute, Dorian had a good time staring.

“I’ll give you a call if I later wanna do it. For now, I’ll think about it.” She muttered, getting her phone.

“I have your line already. Even texted you last night, no reply.” Dorian said.

She got her phone and really saw the text sitting in her messages.

• Hey, Brat.

“Don’t ask how I got your number, I h@të that question.” He quickly said.

Stacy bit her lip unconsciously before talking…

“Outdated question…don’t underrate me, jerk.”

She saved his line as ‘Jerk’

Then she finally faced the front, and that was exactly when the lecture ended, so the students dispersed to hang around till next lecture.

Dorian left with his guards.

He’s supposed to leave campus now cos his TV appearance and photoshoot is in Palm Springs which is an hour flight from here, but he still doesn’t wanna leave without seeing Cove first.

“I’m gonna stop by Computer Science hall,” he told the guards.

They didn’t argue.

They led him, but Kane chose that moment to appear, looking as innocent as ever.

“Hey, Kane!” Dorian smiled.

“Hey…” Kane smiled back, pocketing his hands casually.

“Got no class this morning?” Dorian asked with concern.

“That’s impossible. Everyone in this campus have packed timetables this week, and that includes me, but we have a 20 minutes break now, so I’m on a stroll.” Kane said.

“Oh…cool. I’ll see you around, have to go see my friend,” Dorian gave him a pat and left.

Kane left the hall, and as he made his strides out, his phone buzzed.

He checked and frowned a bit. It’s from the search agency in San Francisco who’s in charge of searching for Scott’s sister.

Since he arrived at Young mansion with his mother and heard about it, he took great interest in the case.

He’s a law student after all.

The message from the search agency is that…

• No lead yet.

“Tight case huh?” Kane muttered, still staring at his phone as he walked.

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