Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 36
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[Monday, Montana Mansion]
Stacy has a 9am class, so at 8:30, she’s out of the estate, leaving just Anita inside the large house.
The woman was in the lavatory, washing Stacy’s wears in the washing machine when she heard the doorbell ring downstairs.
She wiped her palms on her skirt and left the lavatory, rushing to the main door. She checked the intercom, and the person she saw made her gasp.
She flung the door open, and it’s really her daughter, standing there with a thieving smile.
“Hello here!” Elmira waved.
“Are you crazy?!” Anita slapped her two arms loudly.
“Mum!” Elmira sounded.
“Why would you come here? What if Stacy was at home? Then she’d have known my daughter attends the same uni as her and might blow it out of proportion!” Anita complained.
“I came cos I knew the guards would open the gate, and I have the estate entry card so, duh. And I knew Stacy would be at school already cos I checked her Major group and saw her timetable. Even if she finds out I’m your daughter, what’s gonna happen? She’s not my sponsor!” Elmira scoffed, entering.
“I’m not talking about the sponsorship you dead brain! I’m talking about the biggest secret!” Anita closed the door. “To everyone in RIDE, you’re the daughter of the CEO of a VVIP Hotel in Saudi Arabia, so if it gets out that you’re the daughter of Stacy’s maid…”
“That can’t happen, mum. How many times do I have to tell you my secret is very safe? I’ve been guarding it since year one, watch me gatekeep it up till my last year,” Elmira plopped herself to the couch.
“Gosh, I love the couch in this mansion and the AC. Stacy should have died at birth and I should have been born here! Why the fûck aren’t you seducing her father?”
“The next time you say something about seducing my boss, I’ll kill you Mira, you think I’m some old shameless slût? I won’t slut around like you!” Anita glared.
“Slut around?” Elmira stood. “Wait … Are you talking about the 150 I sent you? I got that from my boyfriend! Max Wyse, son of the most Influential socialite in this city. He’s the one I’m currently Fuçkin, and he’s got Sh|tload. Like load…”
“I didn’t bring you up this way…to get into relationships and open your legs cos of money…” Anita shook her head, nearly crying.
“Mum!” Elmira grabbed her shoulders. “Mum look at me. So far I’m not stealing, I don’t see what’s so wrong. I won’t watch us be as poor as church rats, and I’ll do everything I have to do to get this shmoney. Soon, you’ll even stop working here.”
“Cos you wanna start dating for money, is that why you worked as an escort during your last semester break? Then you stole money from one of your rich clients and went for BBL…” Anita sniffled.
Elmira’s arms dropped.
“You knew?”
“Of course I knew! I didn’t want you to turn this way, that’s why I work so hard here to give you everything you want, but in the end…you fell off my morals…” Anita sniffled again.
Elmira fell back on the couch, holding her head in her palm.
“Can I at least get a plate of good food?” She muttered.
Anita sighed, giving her one last look before entering the kitchen.
Elmira raised her head, lips tainted with knowingness as she stood.
She tiptoed to the stairwell, climbing up as stealthily as ever.
She opened the first two rooms, but nothing fascinating.
The third room made her smile cos she finally got where she wanted.
Stacy’s room.
She stepped inside with careful steps, crossing over the bedroom to the nearest attached room.
She opened the door, and a sharp gasp fell off her lips.
Is this some store?
Stacy’s closet is insane!
No wonder she’s always carrying the queen bee energy around effortlessly.
If she had this closet, she’d be insane with pride too.
Elmira stepped in deeper into the paradise, holding her breaths as the lavishness slapped her in the face.
Poverty is a bastard!
The clothes section is only designers. Down to her P@?tië? and bra. They’re all friggin designers.
The shoe section? Designers too…jimmy choo, paciotti, red bottoms, snake heels…..
When she turned to the bag section and saw designers too, she didn’t need anymore to tell her everything in here is designer.
Even the fluffy slippers are Gucci… designers too. The pads too.
The jewelries are more insane. Earrings, bracelets and anklets, navel and nose rings, waist chains.
Fûck…can Stacy just die?
She wants all of this to herself.
Elmira cursed Stacy gazillion times in her mind.
Why is she born into riches and why is her mum destined as her maid?
She’d never understand.
Stacy hasn’t even touched most of the outfits. They’re still boxed.
Elmira opened one of the boxes, and her eyes widened again.
Oh-Polly new design.
It’s not anywhere in this country yet, and it’s here sitting stupidly in a box in Stacy’s closet?
Finally she found her Massacre Party dress…so Fuçkin sèxy.
She took the dress out and tucked it under her own pullover.
She wore pullover to this place cos of this mission.
After taking it, she crushed the box and entered the nearest toilet to shove it inside the WC to soak, then she flushed it away.
All records and evidence gone.
She stole a waist chain too.
She returned downstairs, peeking into the kitchen.
Poor Anita, she’s still busy making her food, but too bad she won’t be eating that.
She left the mansion, the stolen dress heavy under her pullover.
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[Young Mansion]
Kane checked his wristwatch for the third time, losing his patience.
He has been waiting here since two minutes ago, for Scott to come out, but seems he’s taking his time.
Fûck, he has a 10am class which he can’t miss at all.
Law lecturers are arses, and he’s not ready to start thinking about blinding any of them in class today again.
He nearly checked his time for the third time, but Scott finally emerged from the room.
He wore a green shirt too… matching with his own green shirt.
“Wasn’t expecting this twist, but good job, sin.” Kane smiled.
“I h@të that name…sin.” Scott made faces, walking past him.
Kane pulled him back.
“Make that face again…” He demanded.
“Oh it’s too early for your mania, crazy thing.” Scott replied, making the faces without even realizing.
“Holy Fuçkin sin, you’re cute!” Kane pulled his cheek, caressing his freckles slightly.
Scott smirked, then Kane interlinked their fingers.
Scott didn’t sweat.
He feels more comfortable than he was when he did this on Saturday.
The maids aren’t serving Silas today, so Owen herself did the serving.
As a full housewife, she’s got no work, and Silas enjoys it like that.
Their heads went up when they heard approaching footsteps from the stairs.
Owen dropped the jug of tea with her and adjusted her long sleeve.
Kane and Scott appeared, fingers interlocked.
“At this point, I don’t know what to say to you both,” Owen said.
“You’re a psychology major, Scott. And Kane is a Law major, so what’s with the sudden coziness?” Silas questione, dropping his tea mug.
As usual, his glasses are balanced over his eyes.
Kane leaned into Scott’s face and pressed his lips to the scattered dots, kissing the freckles softly.
Scott’s eyes didn’t widen.
When Kane’s lips left his face, he leaned into Kane’s face too.
He kissed Kane’s on his nose bridge, and Kane chuckled.
“Sin, ready?”
“Yeah, crazy thing.” Scott laughed.
With their fingers still interlocked, they left the house.
The expressions on Owen and Silas face mirrored.
She gasped, and he took off his glasses, throwing it off.
“What the hell what that????”
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[RIDE University]
Kane let go of Scott’s hand when they entered campus.
According to him, they’re to start the game slowly till the whole school will deduce the vibe themselves.
They won’t announce a relationship, they’d just leave it to the students sharp eyes and intuitions.
Soon, things will burn.
“I’ll come for you at 12. We both have free periods. You’re following me to the skating rink.” Kane said.
“So…this works according to your orders?” Scott stopped.
“I suggested it, so naturally…yeah…” Kane shrugged.
Scott just made faces and bounced away to his class.
Kane smiled again, watching till he disappeared down the hall.
Then he turned around to proceed to his own class, but that was when he noticed the posters on the wall.
Kehlani’s portrait with writings like…
Flatbread…
Peanut butter…
Wallpaper…
And several others. It’s all-over the school like someone shipped them in.
“The bully culture after public breakup is real here? Cool”
His eyes went somewhere else suddenly…
Cove.
He’s coming from the other end of the hall, eyes that dark shade again.
Everyone moved out of his way. No one dared to bring out their phones to snap pictures cos rumours of how he loves smashing phones is everywhere, so they could only stare and get wet as he passed by.
He wore loose jean jacket jacket on black baggy jean today, backpack on a shoulder.
Everyone moved out of his way except Kane, cos right now their eyes locked unintentionally.
Just the way mad recognizes mad, maniac recognizes maniac too.
It’s the first time his eyes met with Cove’s, so it’s his first time feeling it.
It’s his first time seeing a senior maniac cos as Cove walked past him, he felt that energy.
He even turned around to stare at his back view, then he smiled.
“Interesting,” he muttered.
He checked mass comm major group on his way to class, and he saw Dorian won’t be in campus today cos he’s too busy with his new release.
“Shall I handle my senior maniac myself?” He smiled again, entering Law Mock Court.
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When Glitz girls bursted into that hallway, it was the start of the chaos, and it didn’t end fast.
It kept spreading.
Stacy and Kehlani herself tore off her portraits from the walls with the help of their guards, but Zendaya and the twins faced the mocking students, mocking them back.
“I wonder why Max dated her for so long! I mean…apart from the face card, nothing special.”
“And there’s nothing special about you too you animal!” Tasha responded that one.
Zendaya got a text, and she smiled brightly when she saw it’s the gym instructor. He got her something to get rid of her fat in a week.
She pocketed her phone and continued tearing off portraits.
“Stop trying to cover Kehlani and let’s carry out the disgrace culture in peace!! Kehlani is flat!” Another student spat from the crowd.
“Flat like your brain!” Tania said and threw her phone at the student who made that statement.
“Tania this is why I’ll always prefer Trinidad to you. Watch as Trinidad gets the best player award this semester over you!” Another student shouted.
“Shut up!!” Zendaya yelled at that one
“Hippopotamus is talking? Audacity!” The student laughed.
Stacy stopped tearing the portraits at this point.
She nearly went to that student to tear her apart, but Tania was faster.
She only had to raise a leg, throwing a brutal roundhouse kick to that student, sending him to the ground.
Blood bloomed from his head, crimson flowed.
“No one,I mean no Fuçkin body gets to call Zendaya names in this campus and beyond! Is that clear?” Tania yelled angrily.
Kehlani went down to feel the pulse of the bleeding student.
It’s so slow—almost not there.
Close to giving up.
“We have to get him to the hospital right about now, or he dies!” She said urgently, eyes expanding.
The hallway froze.
Zendaya went down to feel the pulse of the guy too.
Faint.
“Tania you and your anger…he’s gonna die!” She said fearfully.
Someone must have called the school medics among the students cos they came with a stretcher to wheel the student out of the hallway fast with an oxygen mask on him.
Tania was taken by the campus police to the Chancellor’s office.
Tasha and the girls followed.
Below the computer science major staircase, Stacy stopped.
She’s feeling it again.
His eyes….on herself.
That gnawing feeling of awareness gripped her… slitting her.
She looked up with a painstakingly slow lift of her neck, and she gasped when she saw Cove there… staring down at her silently.
He’s literally staring into her soul with those fear-inducing orbs as he held the banister with his left hand.
She felt the fingers in her mouth again, getting a replay of last night in her head.
She quickly ran after her friends, but Zendaya already saw the eye contact, so she folded her fists, nearly tearing inti her palms with jealousy till they were out of that hall.
“Ice prince!” Trinidad joined Cove.
He turned slowly.
“What’s the wound on your neck?” She tried to touch, but he grabbed her hand.
“I’m gonna bite if you touch.”
“Oh?” She smiled, releasing herself from him. “Zendaya is gyming cos of you, you heard?”
“My ears have better use, Trinidad.” He replied.
Her face brightened. It’s the first time he said her name.
Her eyes caught the small sound processor behind his two ears, and she stared curiously at them.
Why is he always wearing those? If he’s not wearing his earbuds, he’d be wearing these sound processors.
Though, they’re too small to notice. She only just noticed during their snooker game at the tattoo shop.
“Why are you always wea—”
“Class,” he cut her off when their lecturer arrived.
“Oh…of course…” She followed him into the lecture hall.
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[Skating Rink]
Roxy’s head is in need of smoke, so she came here to get some from Frank.
She’s sitting with Frank who just finished his ice time, and as they both smoked marijuana, they watched Remo who’s still on the ice.
It didn’t take long before he had a break came to meet them though.
He sat on the ice, drinking diet coke directly from the can.
“How’s it going with Kaylee?” Frank asked him.
“Don’t tell me he’s gonna Fuçk Dorian’s mother,” Roxy laughed, hanging her blunt.
“Fuçkin Dorian’s mother?” Scott’s voice sounded as he entered.
Remo stood immediately, throwing down his coke.
“You finally remembered the brotherhood? Have you had enough time cozying up with your manic stepbrother?”
“Where the hell is Max?” Scott asked, ignoring him.
“I’m talking to you!” Remo shouted.
“I don’t wanna talk to you! I don’t wanna argue with you about rights, Remo! Wanna fûck Kaylee? Go ahead, but I have an important football march on Friday and you won’t ruin it for me so avoid me!” Scott glared.
He faced Frank.
“Dude, when Max arrives, ring me,” he said, then he left the rink.
Remo took off his skating shoes and threw them off furiously, breathing so Fuçkin loud his anger is insurmountable right.
“Did Scott just shun me?”
Frank shrugged.
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[6pm, Outright Media]
Kaylee adjusted her red suit flat polo when she got out of the car.
Her guards are professionally ready to show her the way.
Angela is home, recording and editing with Dorian and the crew.
It’s been a busy day for them, so Kaylee had to come alone to see Albert about…
You know…
The conjugation of their children.
Her guards carried her purse after her, and as they lined into the skyscraper, Stacy drove out of the underground parking lot.
She came to see her dad’s secretary about Cove’s info, and she got nothing. The secretary got nothing new except what she already knows, and it’s driving her crazy.
Is curiousity gonna kill her like it killed the cat?
Tania was later released in campus, but her punishment will be determined tommorow.
Fingers are still crossed.
Now, should she go to the twins mansion? Call Dorian? Or stalk Cove?
She chose the third.
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[No Sleep Garage, 7pm]
Since the owner of this Camry brought it for repair at 6:30, Cove has been getting the red line signal.
The red code has been insistent.
He’s currently fixing the Camry wheel, and the owner of the car is seated with Matteo.
Matteo is good at chatting with strangers so far they’re customers in the garage, so he’s chatting with him now, but as they chatted, the man’s eyes didn’t leave Cove.
Even Trevor noticed it.
At 7pm when the car wheel got masterfully repaired, the man asked for water.
It was Trevor who went to get him a glass of water in the spare room tap.
While he’s inside, Cove entered the spare room too.
A minute later, Trevor came back with the water which he handed to the Camry man.
As he drank, Cove left the garage with the excuse that he’s going to get food at the nearest restaurant.
Camry man rushed into his car, getting out of the garage too…
Going after Cove.
Cove sighed on top of his Ducati Panigale V4 bike…he has payed Trinidad off, so now it’s his.
He saw the Camry man chasing after him through his front mirror, and his jaws grinded.
His intuitions are never wrong.
He drove past the nearest restaurant, sliding up a new area completely. The evening air felt so pleasant—too pleasant for what’s about to occur.
Cove’s dry lips refused to move even as he smirked.
Soon, he was inside the woods of that area. Deep, deep…woods.
The Streets is the most underdeveloped place in Bel-Air, and that’s why the most illegal activities happen in this place.
This night, another one is about to happen.
Well… maybe not completely illegal cos the man needs to experience what he’s about to experience.
Experience they say, is the best teacher.
Cove dumped his bike under a tree in the dark woods, he came down.
The man’s Camry stopped right behind, and Cove suddenly felt offended he chased him with a Camry.
Distasteful, but he’s gonna pay for everything this night.
The man literally jumped out of his car, and as the headlights bathed Cove’s face with illumination, hinting his silver eyes, he laughed….
“I knew it! Look, I might be a drunkard but I’m still sane! Fûck! I can’t believe this! Actually…I believe cos i knew it was impossible for a freak like you to die that easily! Like…you? The Pyro? Die? It’s impossible!” He laughed again.
Either Cove can’t identify a joke or what Camry man said isn’t funny at all, cos he stood where he stood, watching him silently.
“You d@mn Pyromaniac!” Camry man laughed again. “You’re hiding well in that garage! But you can’t hide that vetiver scent! You can’t hide your manic energy you cruel bastard!”
He pointed a finger forward.
“I’m taking you back to where you belong, and don’t think of—”
Camry man couldn’t say more, cos he suddenly grabbed his chest, choking out as his knees fell on the pebbled ground of the woods.
He opened his mouth to talk, but instead of words, blood poured.
“Finally some silence…your loudness was killing me,” Cove muttered, leaning on his bike body.
“The dead can’t walk, did you forget that? So now how are you gonna drag me back to that place?”
“What….” Camry man held his chest, grunting as more blood flowed… ” What did you…do to….m…e…”
“Bold of you to think we offer water for free in our garage,” Cove sighed. “I slipped antiarrhythmic pills into the water you drank. To people suffering from arrhythmia, the pill will keep them alive, but to you with no heart disease at all, the pill will kill you after ten minutes. You have one minute left now. First, you’ll feel slicing pain in your abdomen, tendons—up your mid stomach, and then it crawls into your intestines…”
As he talked, the man held the places he mentioned, the pains from the spots so blood-curdling.
He’s not sane anymore cos the pain is reaching his head, brain… and he’s running insane before death…
“Then the pain spreads to your flesh, that’s the most interesting part cos you won’t be able to breathe anymore. You get crumb breaths till it enters your bones, then your heart…it bursts..” Cove muttered.
The last place Camry man held was his chest, and the blood he spat out afterwards was too much.
He followed the blood to the ground, landing loudly as the last breath left his mouth slowly.
His eyes didn’t even close.
The lifeless eyes made Cove nod.
The way it’s stripped of life. The way it’s dead forever.
No one keeps a secret better than the dead. That has been confirmed over and over again.
He lifted his body from the bike, and the sound processor behind his right ear fell off.
Immediately it fell off, he stopped hearing with that right ear.
He went half-deaf.
The world went silent on the right.
He slowly picked the processor back, plugging it back.
His right ear hearing returned.
He went under the Camry and removed a pipe, then he leaked fuel through it into his palm.
He sprinkled the fuel on Camry man’s body, then he picked a matchbox from the Camry safe.
As he stuck the light stick, the fire burned in his eyes, and when he threw the burning stick at Camry man, it caught instantly, burning the shade of unquenchable inferno.
The forest brightened.
The world glowed.
The space shone.
This man would have been better as a lamp. Him as a human was a mistake.
But then…a lamp is a lamp. Now that his body is burning, it’s acceptable.
Cove smiled.
Fûck…it’s been long since he watched things burn. He almost thought that side of him was gone, but who’s he kidding? A pyro is always a pyro.
The excitement inside him right now is contagious, and it deserves a celebration.
He picked a cigarette out of his pocket—using the two fingers he fingered her mouth with.
He went close to the burning Camry man body. From there, he put fire on the cigar and stepped back.
Then…he sat on top of his bike, smoking slowly and watching the burning ceremony of Camry man.
Too bad he’s the only one. A companion wouldn’t be bad.
He puffed hard, feeling much better.
As the fire burned, he’s getting so Fuçkin hard, and it’s totally normal.
His bastard ÇOçk is shameless when it sees fire burning.
But he has uninvited guests though, cos under the shadows of a oak, Kane stood behind… watching.
He has been stalking him from school, and good Fuçkin’ gawd…
What a sight!
Senior maniac….no doubt.
He’s just a maniac, but Cove has something behind his own.
He’s a pyro.
Under a mahogany tree—inside her car, Stacy is almost peeing in her pants, and her eyes are teary as she watched the gory scene.
She stalked Cove like she decided, but now she’s regretting.
She just witnessed him burning someone, and if she’s not out of her mind right now, she’s close to it.
Her breaths isn’t balanced anymore. She’s so scared she might just faint right now, so she drove out of the woods same way she came.
Her tears are now flowing, and her hands are shaking on the wheel she almost got into two accidents.
How she got home is a mystery she can’t even narrate.
Her legs were curlingas she rushed into the house, and when the door opened, she met Dorian by the door.
He has been waiting here since 6. He came here immediately he finished his recording cos he missed her, and now that he’s seeing her in tears…
“Stace!” He gasped with troubled eyes, holding her arms, shoulders, and finally her face….
“Stace….
“He…he…set him on fire…in the…mmm…he….”
She began hiccuping, skipping over her wet words.
“Hey you’re slurring, and you’re shaking. Calm down first..” He wiped her tears with his thumbs.
She shook her head.
“He did…in the…the….
“Stace, I’m here till whenever you can talk clearly. For now, calm down, take a deep breath, breathe for me.”
She shook her head again, more tears running out of her eyes.
“He was…so…he….
She couldn’t say more.
He lowered his head to hers, and this time, he didn’t hold back.
He pressed his lips on hers, stopping her slurs and skips and tears.
He tasted her salty tears on her lips, but that is a flavor.
He kissed her gently, softly. Her thin lips seems to melt in his mouth.
Stacy’s wet lashes hugged each other, eyes closing as she kissed him back.
TBC.
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