Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22
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[Footballers Bathroom]
Before the end of her class, Elmira already received the text from Max to meet him in this bathroom, and she had to leave her class immediately.
She came here and has been waiting for two minutes now, and she’s even getting impatient already.
She was chewing her own lips, typing a fast one to him.
Elmira: You’re taking too long!
And the door opened roughly immediately. Max popped in.
“I was trying my guys line, got worried they weren’t in class.”
“Are you for real? They’re not babies! C’mon!” She pulled him in and shut the door carefully.
She pulled down her bum shorts and P@?tië? together, and they both hung at her ankles before she faced the wall, resting her palms on it.
Max’s cóvk sprang free from his pants too, and her mouth couldn’t close when he inserted it into her booty hole. He didn’t go for the pvxxy this time. He went for the arse, and Elmira welcomed him with her muffled, choked cries.
She closed her palm on her mouth, her b00ty hole expanding as the th-ru_sts got wild.
Max’s hand came to the front, rubbing her pvxxy as he crushed her arsehole.
She broke for him, uncontrollably squirting on the bathroom floor.
Max’s phone rang in his pocket with Scott on the ID, but he’s too busy to feel or hear it.
He spanked her arse, and the BBL clapped, swallowing his cóvk.
“Jesus Fuçkin Christ… you’re all mine Elmira. All mine..” he groaned, holding the two parts.
They filled his palms completely.
Elmira smiled bîtchily, bending lower for him.
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[Computer Science Major]
The Major is definitely the busiest one today.
It’s 11am, and they’re already on the fourth class. No breaks.
And all the classes are programming Sh|t and all.
As usual, Cove took his seat beside the window, surrounded by desperate girls begging for attention including Zendaya.
Trinidad sat in the middle of the class. It’s safe to say she’s the only one listening to the lecturer among the few girls in the major.
The rest are looking at…him.
Cove has a pineapple flavor sweet in his mouth, and he’s rolling it around on his tongue as he followed every of the lecture words.
They have these much brilliant lecturers here and they allowed that fish to enter the class last week?
Pfft.
All the lecturers that has been teaching today are A-grade, and he’s enjoying everything.
The class could go on for days, he doesn’t care at all.
But the fourth class ended at 11:30, and they’re having an hour break before the next class.
The students dispersed, and Cove received a text immediately.
Wesley: Wanted to come see you before leaving, but you were in class. I’m off to Palm Springs, will be back before 4pm though.
Cove pocketed the phone, and only then did he realize he’s surrounded by girls inquiring.
“Cove, are you coming to the Mixer?”
“Are you really gonna dance the tango with Stacy?”
“Even if you don’t go, you can still have 90 in your tests and exams and get your A… you’re still safe.”
“Can’t you ditch her? Let that bîtch fail alone Cove.”
Different suggestions.
Zendaya tried not to act desperate. She remained on her seat, but her ears are listening well.
Cove finished packing his stuff, and he was bagging them when one of the girls mistakenly marched him.
He jerked, and that girl went down to start wiping his sneakers with the sleeve of her blouse.
“Leave it,” he said calmly.
But the girl won’t stop.
“I said leave it! Do you fûck with your ears? Are you deaf?” He hissed harshly, and the girl flinched, shifting back quickly.
He picked his bag and left the class for the library…that’s where he’s gonna spend the free period at.
As he left the class, Trinidad carried her bag and followed him.
“Ice prince, looks like you have a handful of fan girls here,” she teased.
He gave her a bland look, and she smiled intentionally.
“My free period is for football, see you back in class at 1pm,” she stepped back.
“Break a leg,” he replied, and she grinned before leaving.
Cove wanted to move, but he saw a shadow down the hall, and he had a quick look, but he just turned gwhen he saw nothing.
Then he left.
Zendaya stared out of the lecture hall window, looking downcast.
She saw Cove talking to Trinidad, and even if it was just a little line he said to her, he still talked to her.
Also, how he yelled at the girl who marched him earlier.
It’s scary, and now she can’t even get close to him and ask if he’s really gonna go dance with Stacy.
Tasha appeared by the window suddenly, and she jumped.
“You scared me!”
“What are you thinking about?” Tasha touched her cheek.
Zendaya pouted.
“You know who.”
“Cove?” Tasha sighed, dropping a ice cream cup for her.
Zendaya picked and began eating.
“Seriously, babe. I think guys like him are likely to fall for a girl who won’t chase after him.” Tasha said.
“But I can’t stay still. Every girl in our Major are crazy about him!” Zendaya complained seriously.
“Just the way all girls in Mass Comm are obsessed with Dorian. It’s like a cult at this point…those two…” Tasha grinned, eating her ice cream too.
“Where’s Tania and Kehlani?” Zendaya asked.
“Tania is at the stadium, Lani is changing her pad at the washroom.” Tasha muffled. “You didn’t ask of Stacy? Did you both…clash?”
“Nothing serious,” Zendaya said.
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[RIDE Stadium]
When Trinidad arrived, Tania was already present with their other several teammates.
But even Tania isn’t practicing despite the fact that she’s already wearing her regalia jersey.
She just stood somewhere, watching the other team practicing.
They should be practicing now, but their captain Scott and the assistant captain Max are nowhere.
They’re not even picking calls.
“Where the fûck is Scott?” Trinidad asked Tania.
“Are you seriously asking me? I didn’t swallow them,” Tania said savagely.
“Your captain isn’t around?” Roxy’s voice came as she entered the stadium with Elmira.
“Even Max isn’t here? But we Fuçked in the bathroom earlier.” Elmira said quietly when she saw Tania is here.
“I swear to gawd if we don’t get a good goalkeeper this semester, we’ll lose all our matches to the second team!” Trinidad shouted. “Look at them, they’re practicing, working out, but us? Scott and Max are lazing around like fowls!”
“Should we be prepared to see Scott’s team lose for the first time?” Roxy laughed loudly.
“I’m somehow eagar to see the losing game. Am I sick?” Elmira laughed too, her arse still stinging from the ramming of Max’s d1ck.
Trinidad looked at the busy stadium again, and now Tania is practicing alone on a spot, using her chest to raise the ball in repeat.
Trinidad picked a ball too, entering the field and dribbling with herself.
Soon, the other members of their team joined them, and the intense practice started.
Even without Scott and Max, they did it, though Tania and Trinidad didn’t stop giving each other death stares.
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[Palm Springs, 1PM, Louis Vuitton Studios]
The TV appearance happened first, and immediately they got done with it, Angela and the crew drove Dorian straight to this studio.
One of the big brand he models for.
He’s currently in the Glam Room, getting ready.
He’s already worn makeup, and he’s already wearing the suit with open buttons throughout, showing his layers of manly packs on his chest.
Now the stylists are adjusting the suit while he sat, and he’s eating croissants gently.
As they adjusted his suit, they made sure there’s enough space for him to eat too. Respect is important, else Angela might get anyone fired.
Everyone knows about her temper, and as she stood behind the table, her hawk eyes stared around till they landed on Dorian.
First thing she felt was jealousy. She’s jealous of these stylists who have the opportunity to touch him like this while styling him.
That gorgeous body.
She gulped.
The brand CEO entered with his team, and the stylists instantly put a pause to what they’re doing.
“Glad to have you back after your one year break, Riri. The magazines and medias are starving to have you, and we miss selling out completely each time you model. Welcome back, Ultra Nepo baby of the music industry.” The CEO said, and Dorian chuckled.
He picked his teacup and drank to wash down the croissants, then his stood. Now his bare chest is flexing.
Angela couldn’t blink.
“Your TV appearance an hour ago is everywhere already. Your influence is magical, I must say.” The CEO complimented.
“What if I have a friend who can slay with his insane face card? I already told Angela to forward his profile to you. He’s not a social media person so the profile might be a little bit rough but if you don’t mind…. consider it.” Dorian said with eagerness.
“Trust anything you say, Riri. I’ll check it out, but why don’t we go for your photoshoot first?” The CEO nodded at him.
“Sure,” Dorian smiled.
Angela and the crew led him to the studio, and the hot photoshoot session began.
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[RIDE, Cove’s Tutorial Hall]
Rows of laptops glowed like fireflies in the dimness of the hall, and the air reeked faintly of coffee and overheated processors.
Students leaned forward, eyes fixed on Cove like he was something more than a broke scholarship student tutoring for cash.
The tutorial started thirty minutes ago, and it has been peaceful.
Trinidad did a good job gathering the right students.
She’s aware that Cove dislikes desperate girls, so she only accepted five girls through the link.
The rest are guys who’re serious about getting tutored.
Zendaya is one of the five girls, and Trinidad intentionally took her cos she’s aware she’d embarrass herself.
Trinidad herself is the number twenty. She sat at the far back, listening to the tutorial attentively and jotting on her laptop like the other serious ones.
Topic: Time and Space Complexity in Algorithm Design (Big O Notation)
Cove stood at the front, one hand in his pocket, the other scribbling asymptotic curves on the whiteboard with sharp, impatient strokes.
“Big O is not just theory,” he said, voice clipped. “It’s the difference between your code running in a millisecond and your app freezing like your GPA.”
A guy in the front row raised his hand. “So, if I use a nested loop, is it always O(n²)?”
Cove didn’t hesitate before answering.
“Only if you don’t know how to optimize. Two loops doesn’t automatically mean quadratic time. If one loop doesn’t depend on the other, you’re looking at O(n), not O(n²). Learn to read dependencies, not patterns.” He said.
Another student asked raised his hand, and Cove tilted his head at him to ask his question.
“What about binary search? Why is it O(log n)?” The student asked.
Cove sketched a halving tree on the white board before replying.
“Because each step cuts the problem in half. You’re not walking the whole list like a lost tourist—you’re teleporting through it mathematically.”
Murmurs of understanding spread among the students.
Then Zendaya lifted her hand, brows knitted. “I still don’t get it.”
The hall went quiet.
Cove turned exhaled like patience physically pained him.
“Then you weren’t listening,” he said flatly. “I simplified it to first-year logic. If that still doesn’t click in your slow brain, then computer science isn’t for you. Try something that doesn’t require thinking in patterns. You can switch to Agric.”
Zendaya’s mouth hung open.
A few students winced, but Trinidad chuckled silently at the back.
“Dull head,” she muttered, typing away on her laptop.
Zendaya’s eyes burned with unshed tears, and she hid her face behind her laptop as she sniffled.
Must he always talk like this?
By the window of the hall, Stacy stood, alone.
The window isn’t open, and the hall is soundproof, so she can’t hear what’s going on inside, but she’s sure the tutorial is ongoing with Cove.
Time is running fast. Friday will soon be here. How is she gonna convince him to attend the Mixer?
Should she .. visit his place?
She went down the staircase, remembering what Dorian discussed with her in class earlier.
She texted him.
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[Dorian’s Mansion, 5pm]
Dorian returned from Palm Springs few minutes ago, and Angela was preparing to cook something for early dinner when Dorian entered the dance practice room.
“Why are you here?” Angela entered with him confusedly.
“Wear your sneakers, you’re practicing tango dance with me,” he replied, navigating through the songs in his playlist.
“Tango?” Angela blinked. “But you weren’t in the list of pairings for the Mixer cos you were against it, why would you practice tango? You’re not even gonna attend the Mixer…”
“Wear your sneakers, Angel.” Dorian insisted, and Angela just knew he’s standing on his words.
Three minutes later, they’re both ready to dance.
The mournful strings of “Oblivion” by Astor Piazzolla filled the private practice room, low and aching.
Dorian stepped towards Angela with quiet authority.
His hand settled at her back, firm and professional.
No warmth. No hesitation.
Angela inhaled anyway. She breathed him in greedily…his lavender.
When he led a pivot and her back brushed his chest, Angela stiffened slightly, pulse quickening.
Dorian noticed and respectfully increased the space between them.
“Focus, Angel,” he said evenly, eyes fixed on their reflection on the mirrored walls of the room.
Angela was dying… even with the space between them, she could feel him…feel his manliness.
The same boy Kaylee birthed right in front of her is now very manly with this irresistible body and….
The music swelled.
Dorian guided her into a measured dip. He supported her spine, then brought her upright without lingering.
His touch is steady — almost protective.
She looked at him a moment too long, and he stepped back first.
The song faded, and Angela rushed out of the room.
He turned off the speaker, and his phone bleeped.
When he checked, his features softened.
It’s a text from Stacy.
Brat: We start tomorrow—the tutorial. Text me the selfcon address (frowning emoji)
“Cute,” he muttered, texting the address.
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[Remo’s Mansion]
Max is still in utter shock.
It’s been hours since he heard the news, but the alcohol he has been downing isn’t even enough to down his shock. It’s still full.
Kane? Stabbed the guys?
All of them on the arm?
No matter how long he thinks, it’s not making sense, and Kane said he’s still coming to stab him too?
Fûck.
Because of this, he and Scott even missed football practice, and he’s sure Tania and Trinidad will wanna eat them alive tommorow.
Kehlani has been calling, he couldn’t pick. Elmira has been calling, but he can’t pick too.
As he sat on the sofa, swinging his beer bottle, he looks distraught.
All the guys are around him with bandaged arms. They’re all shirtless.
“Kane?” He repeated.
“He was like a different person entirely, like he swallowed a rock.” Frank said beside the TV.
“We couldn’t possibly stab ourselves and come here to spit lies for you, right?” Scott said on the other sofa.
Remo is silent, just holding his blunt between his lips…
Smoking.
“Killing that bastard would be too merciful,” he said, facing the guys, hard lines forming on his crazy face. “I’m going to hunt him. He’s a maniac? I’m one, too.”
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[No Sleep Garage]
It’s another rainy night in Bel-Air, but rain has never stopped operations inside this place.
Trevor is fixing the carburator of a car. Matteo is fixing a radiator.
Cove himself is working under a car, so he’s laying on his back under the car, working with his work-glasses on
Everyone’s busy.
A delivery guy entered the garage with a paper bag of burger which he dropped on a chair.
Matteo ordered it for them. It’s gonna be their dinner.
Matteo payed, and the delivery guy left as fast as he came in his motorcycle.
“There’s a visitor here!” He shouted as he drove out of the gate.
Trevor left the carburator he was working on and went to the gate.
When he came back a minute later, he came to Cove.
“Covey, she’s…here again.”
Cove slid out from under the car, and by the look on Trevor’s face, he knew who came immediately.
“Who’s it?” Matteo asked, looking at Trevor questioningly.
Cove stood and didn’t bother to drop his leather gloves before going to the just-repaired gate.
Getting there, he met who he suspected there for real.
Stacy.
She stood there behind the gate, holding an umbrella over her head in the rain, looking same.
She still wore the bum shorts from the morning, and the thin singlet.
“I just wanted to ask if you’d—”
Before she could finish, he swung the gate open, getting a hold of her shoulder and squeezing it tightly.
He’s gonna break her bone??
For real???
A low yelp left her lips when his fingers pressed that shoulder back, but he let go of her just when the bone nearly broke in two.
“Get lost,” he muttered.
“Come to the Mixer on Friday. I’m trying to make my GPA shoot up this semester so I definitely can’t lose ten marks. You have to come. Please.” She begged humbly.
Cove threw the gate close, and a heavy wind blew, carrying her umbrella away from her.
She didn’t try to chase.
She stood there behind the closed gate like a criminal.
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Inside the garage, Matteo and Trevor are already eating, but Cove is still busy under the car, working.
It’s been an hour since the start of the rain now—one hour since Stacy has been waiting out there.
She’s really still waiting cos Trevor went to peek at her thrice already.
Matteo and Trevor exchanged glances, not daring to tell Cove about it. They just kept eating their burgers and fries… drinking juice.
Ten more minutes, Cove got up from under the car, peeked off his gloves and took his own burger to eat.
“She’s still…there.” Trevor said.
“Her choice,” Cove replied icily, taking a large bite from the burger.
Trevor went quiet immediately, and Matteo didn’t even border to talk.
When Cove took a second bite from his burger, thunder slammed the dark sky, and a storm started.
Harsh, terrible form.
Matteo quickly pulled the trampoline down to cover the open cars, and Trevor pulled the door to close it as they all entered the spare room.
But Cove suddenly pushed the door open, he left the room and walked down the gate.
She’s really still there, squatting in front of the gate and backing the metals with her head hanging low.
“Death must look attractive to you, Bad Idea.” He said.
She stood slowly, her legs already so cramped from squatting too long in that cold rain.
Just that she’s now wearing a pullover on top of that thin singlet.
Seeing that, Cove’s features didn’t soften, but he gave her a weird look and returned inside the garage.
But this time,
He left the garage gate open….
For her.
TBC
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