Reckless - S01 E40

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Reckless - S01 E40

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[Chancellor’s Office]

Tania has been holding her complaint card since an hour ago. She even missed a class cos of it, but anything to meet the Chancellor.

She’s ready to take another punishment, but not playing?

Bull.

The Chancellor is not always in campus. It’s sometimes twice or thrice a week, but she’s lucky today.

She’s not the only student who came to lodge a complain, and that’s why they picked the complaint card so they’d go in by numbers.

The student before her has entered, and now she’s next.

As she sat at the office lobby, her fingers didn’t leave her phone.

She’s in the Glitz group, all girls online.

Kehlani: Everyone’s at the Mass Comm lounge. Come over immediately you step out of the Chancellor’s office.

Tasha: I just hope the Chancellor favors you.

Zendaya: I’m not seeing that though. She kicked him to coma, and you know the Chancellor is strict about extreme bullying. We’ve knocked students out before but we didn’t get penalized, but this is coma!

Tasha: Even if you’re not optimistic, try to pretend you are. Tania kicked that guy cos of you.

Zendaya; I know, and I’m guilty, but y’all don’t worry. Very soon, you won’t have to fight for me about people body shaming me again.

Kehlani: Have you been going extra lengths to lose weight?

Zendaya: no it’s just gym.

Tania: Where’s goth barbie Stacy? She’s online but not chatting.

Stacy: …

Stacy was still typing when Tania was called in, so she pocketed her phone and followed the Chancellor’s secretary into the office.

Portraits of past Chancellors plus this present Chancellor lined the walls, then portraits of the shareholders.

Portraits of the model students and ones that belong to the past best overall graduating students.

Portraits of the king and queen of the tango—Dorian and Stacy.

They’re by the west wall.

Then portrait of the top student of the school.

But there’s no portrait inside the frame, just the name.

Covey Fabio.

“Just as I thought. I swear, that bastard is allergic to cameras. He’s probably a wanted criminal.” Tania muttered, not even noticing she’s already in front of the Chancellor’s tempered glass desk.

“Tania Delgado?” His voice made her snap back to reality.

She stood straight.

“I can’t not play on Friday, sir.”

“Do you even realize the weight of what you did?” The white-haired sturdy man removed his clear glasses, pouring pictures of the comatose guy on his desk.

Tania didn’t pick them up, but from where she’s standing, she can see it clearly.

Looks pretty critical.

“Your father is a kingmaker in Canada,, you’ve been using that fact to wreck havoc in campus with your friends. You guys knock students out frequently, knowing your parents are too rich you can’t be punished, but this time it’s coma. A life is at stake so excluding you from the football is even too lenient.” He cleared.

Tania stayed silent.

“Did you even try to go see the boy in the hospital to show concern? No, but here you are. Football is more important than human life?”

“Give me another punishment. Tell the campus cleaners to take a week break and I’ll take over cleaning, but don’t take this match from me. I’ll go stay with the boy at the hospital if that’s what you want but—”

“If that’s what I want?” The Chancellor relaxed on his swivel, disappointment settling in his eyes. “Get out of this office,”

“But I can’t not play!!! I can’t not play or trust me I’ll ruin that football match! I can’t not Fuçkin play!!!” Tania nearly slammed the desk, but the office guards ran in, getting a strong hold of her.

“Just wait and Fuçkin see! I’m gonna ruin the match on Friday! I’m gonna ruin everything!!!” She was screaming as she got dragged, her boots scrapping the tile till she’s completely out.

“At this rate, I need to call a meeting with Kingmaker Delgado,” the Chancellor muttered. “His twins are psychopathic.”

—

[Mass Comm Lounge]

Tania is the only one absent, but the girls are already expecting her, each with her drink.

Stacy held cold cocoa cos the afternoon is kinda hot, but she’s not even drinking.

Her lips are around the straw, but they’re just there. She’s not sipping. Instead, she’s spacing out.

Kehlani beside her has a cup of chilled milk too, but she’s only taking occasional sips.

Zendaya is with a diet coke since she’s watching her diet.

Tasha has sprite, and she’s the only one drinking healthily.

Zendaya suddenly dropped her Coke on the table, spranging up.

“Don’t tell me you wanna go visit the loo again!” Tasha said.

“I swear I can’t help it!” Zendaya snapped, rushing off fast to the nearest restroom.

“This is the fourth time she used the toilet in an hour, she trying to lose her intestines?” Kehlani chirped. “What’s wrong with that babe?”

“And more concerning, what’s wrong with Stacy?” Tasha focused on her.

Stacy blinked, taking her lips away from her cocoa straw.

“You’re the same person who was active in class earlier, you contributed to lecture for the first time, but now it’s like someone stole your heart. Even Tania noticed your lostness during the chat.” Tasha said.

“You good? Is something bothering you?” Kehlani asked.

“I’m in a dilemma, and I dunno what to do at all,” Stacy muttered.

“Dilemma?” Tasha and Kehlani chorused.

Stacy nodded.

Then…. Max, Frank and Remo walked past their table.

Kehlani’s attention was stolen immediately. She couldn’t stop staring at Max as he chatted and laughed with his guys.

Their eyes met, but Max didn’t stop laughing for a second like she doesn’t even exist. She wants to cry.

“If you cry I’ll h@të you,” Stacy held her right hand below the table.

“Homie, he doesn’t deserve you. What did I tell you about forgetting him?” Tasha held her left hand.

Kehlani nodded, holding back her tears with sniffles.

Tania barged into the lounge, dropping on a seat.

She picked Tasha’s sprite and downed it in one go, then she belched softly.

“So what’s up?” Stacy asked.

“Invalid, I’m still out of the game. Chancellor was saying things like going to visit coma boy at the hospital, says nothing can make my punishment change,” Tania muttered.

“Yunno I suggested going to the hospital to visit the boy yesterday, but you blew it off,” Tasha said.

“Twin, I told you I don’t wanna visit him! He still deserves that coma for shaming Daya. At least, that’d teach others a lesson to not mess with Daya. Today is still Tuesday, we still have two days before Friday so I’ll sort things out before then.” Tania stubbornly replied.

Zendaya returned from the restroom, feeling better and drained.

Her eyes and lips look pale.

“Homegirl what the fûck did you eat? You couldn’t even stay in class cos you kept visiting the loo,” Kehlani asked with squeezed face.

“Must be the lasagna I had this morning,” Zendaya lied. “I feel like I’m gonna Sh|t out my organs.” She placed her head on the table.

“Gosh, everywhere is so dull I can’t with it,” Tasha muttered.

“Stacy you mentioned you’re in a dilemma earlier, what dilemma?” Kehlani faced Stacy. “I’m guessing it has to do with the bite on your lip. You said you bit your lip yourself but ain’t nobody believing that shii”

Stacy is now sipping her cocoa slowly, but she stopped immediately that question came about.

Zendaya likes Cove, so the kiss that happened between them has been haunting her.

Fine, Cove kissed her first, but she kissed back for a minute and he even touched her…tit.

She’d die of guilt till she tells the girls about it especially Zendaya.

“Can we call a truth circle?” She said.

“That’s long overdue. It’s time to open our minds to each other again, but not here. We’ll get home first before the truth circle,” Tania said.

She’s on the second sprite can.

“Let the circle be tommorow morning,” Tasha smiled. “Tonight, we bomb Elmira’s Massacre Party!”

“Yes! I needed something to fill me up. I can’t wait!” Kehlani screamed.

“You know one thing I like about the party? Nothing ever stops it. If you like, fight till you die, the party continues. If you like, break somebody else’s head, the party continues. Even if it’s Elmira the party owner who gets hurt, the party continues. No control. No restraints, just pure darkness, sëx and violence in the graveyard!” Zendaya said.

“My slût, you look like you went to read extensively about her party from somewhere,” Stacy chuckled.

“Everyone knows!” Zendaya shrugged. “We haven’t been attending since our year one cos we h@të Elmira and her girls, but this semester? We’re in for the trouble! Gawd, I hope my purging stops before tonight I’m going to kill Elmira with my outfit!”

“If you’re talking like this, what do you want Stacy to say?” Tasha laughed. “Goth barbie’s fashion sense is so hot they’re jealous!”

“Tell me ’bout it!” Stacy stood, hands on her hips.

Zendaya’s smile reduced.

“Global IT girl!” Tania hyped.

“Belle of RIDE. The wannabes nightmare!” Kehlani added.

“Of course!!” Stacy raised her cup, grinning excitedly. “I’m gonna be the goth star tonight, trust me.”

“Location is out. Void Cemetery,” Zendaya said, showing them the announcement on her phone screen.

“Tonight,” Stacy winked.

They all stood.

“We steal the show!!!” They chorused.

From his top lounge, Dorian stood beside the glass wall, staring down at the Mass Comm lounge.

His eyes are narrowed on Stacy, and he held a half-filled wine glass. He’s wearing headphones, listening to the edited clean version of his song, and at the same time, he’s staring at her.

He wrote half of the song thinking of her, and even after Cove retouched it, it still carries the message he wants it to carry, so now as he’s listening and staring at her, he’s floating.

Imaginatively in an air balloon. He’s so Fuçkin down bad, and the way his chest is tightening right now with the fact that he can’t touch her?

It’s sickening.

He wants to own her.

He wants her to let him do that.

He wants her to get obsessed with him too.

He got rid of his headphones when the song ended.

“Sir, computer science class is over,” a guard reported behind.

Dorian turned.

—

[Computer Science Major]

“Are you even real? You’re too good to be true, Cove Fabio,” the lecturer who just finished his class said proudly.

He’s in front of Cove’s desk as the other students strolled out of class.

“I know,” Cove looked up.

The lecturer smiled, leaning down to his desk. “I know of a very rich company who’s in need of a—”

“A programmer?” Cove finished. “I’m not gonna program for anybody.”

“But—”

“Stop watering a dead flower,” Cove muttered, getting pissed.

Trinidad came over, hands pocketed.

“Mr. Lecturer, he says he won’t, and he won’t. Sorry but he’s blunt.”

The lecturer nodded. “Alright class president, get the code assignment evaluated and send me the spreadsheet.”

“Will do, sir.” Trinidad smiled.

The lecturer left after giving Cove another curious glance.

Trinidad sat on his desk.

“You should pay me, I’m the only one who can tolerate you!”

“The door is wide open to leave.” He replied moodily as he packed up.

“Sorry but you’re stuck with me for life. If I leave, who’ll your future kids call aunty? Who’ll be their godmother?” Trinidad laughed.

“You’re addicted to saying lots of nothing,” Cove muttered boringly.

She nudged his shoulder with her own, still laughing as they left the class together.

Roxy and Elmira are waiting for her in front of it.

Cove left for the library, and Trinidad left with the girls.

They went to the rooftop of the CS building where they picked one booze bottle each.

Roxy prepared the bottles.

They clinked together.

“I swear to fawk, I’m the happiest with Tania’s removal from Friday match!” Elmira gushed.

“And I’m the happiest about tonight’s upcoming party!” Roxy squealed.

Trinidad maintained her muteness, enjoying the subtle burn of the booze.

The two gave her expectant looks, and a squeeze formed on her face.

“What’re you both expecting me to say? I’m not a tad bit comfortable with Tania’s exclusion. I want her to be on the field. In fact, I’ll talk to the Chancellor and make sure she’s in the game. I practiced throughout the break just to beat her this semester, so it’s absolute Sh|t if she won’t play. She must play, and I’ll beat her arse, and she’ll know her place.” She declared, settling on a puffed chair.

“And my party tonight?” Elmira asked

“We had two semesters last year, and you hosted each semester. Tonight would be the third, so it’s nothing we haven’t seen before,” Trinidad shrugged, taking another swig.

“Oh you make me sick!” Roxy snapped. “Since you started moving with my tenant, you’ve been neglecting the sisterhood. Now you’re not even hiding your disgust for us?”

“It’s not disgust, it’s growth, Bîtch!” Trinidad glared.

“Cove, or us?” Elmira asked, breathings going so high. She dropped her bottle.

“Now what kinda obtuse question is that?” Trinidad stood.

“See? She is such a hypocrite!” Roxy clapped twice. “You can’t say you chose us in a heartbeat?”

“I’m getting high on this booze, and if I get too high, you know I’d throw you both down this place, so i’m gonna go to the stadium for practices. See you both at the party?” Trinidad dropped her now empty bottle and climbed down.

“I swear I h@të Trini,” Elmira muttered, kicking her bottle away. It met the wall, crashed and spilled.

“It’s all Cove, and I know what to do,” Roxy huffed angrily.

—

[Library]

Laptop is open, books and textbooks are open on the side, but Cove’s face is buried in his phone.

He’s creating a IG account.

Yeah, that’s clear enough. IG account.

He was done in five short minutes with username 120.

Just 120.

The moment he clicked on Stay-Cee account, he placed a fist on the desk, scrolling slowly on her wall.

Pictures, videos, lifestyles.

He reacted on every single one. It almost took half an hour, but he did anyways, especially her skating rink videos on the ice.

Dollface is talented on the ice, and Remo has every right to be a bulldog cos he’s a sore loser anyways.

But even bulldogs know how to get their Sh|t straight in front of death.

Cove’s eyes kept intensifying with intrigue, the bunch below his eye so persistent as his thumb kept clicking the screen twice to react.

He knows her in and out. He knows everything, but the IG part was the only one he was in the dark about cos he wasn’t on socials, but today…

After the office intimacy, he thought it was time to put finishing touches to his Dollface caging, and here he is…

“Yo, Pyro!” Kane entered the library.

Merely hearing the voice, Cove knew who it belonged to.

Mad knows mad.

He turned off his phone screen, looking up as Kane leaned on the desk with his palms.

“I watched you set him on fire, watched you enjoy the fire, and I’ve been waiting for you to find me and kill me for sharing your view with you uninvited, but strangely, you didn’t come. Why am I spared?” He whispered insidiously.

“Kane Dax,” Cove smirked. “I have too many things to hammer on. You’re the littlest of ’em.”

Kane smiled. “I’m guessing Stacy Montana tops the list? Does she have any idea she’s gonna get eaten?”

Cove’s smirk got bent, fist sliding off the desk. Kane straightened, knowing he probably doesn’t even like the sound of Stacy Montana coming out of his mouth.

“I need a favor, goalkeep for Scott’s team,” he said.

“You’re tastelessly annoying,” Cove muttered.

“It’s part of my charm,” Kane maintained his smile.

“Careful, your charm might get you burned,” Cove’s lips curled. “What part of me gave you the stupid assurance that I help people?”

Before Kane could talk some more, Dorian strolled in.

“I never knew you and my best friend talked, Kane!” His vocalist voice made Kane turn around.

Cove refocused on his laptop coding, fingers running on keys.

“I learned to start standing up for myself, and I learned to start conversations too,” Kane chuckled.

“Don’t get too close though, he has a sharp tongue that makes people cry,” Dorian muttered, and Kane frowned sharply when he saw the very tiny glitch in his eyes.

“I have someplace to be!” He stepped back, then gave Cove another look before leaving the library.

Dorian settled in front of Cove.

“Your Major has to be the busiest major in this campus. Your classes are always long,” he complained.

“Go complain to the Chancellor if you’re uncomfortable with it,” Cove replied without lifting his face from the laptop screen.

Dorian went quiet, watching him for a beat before speaking.

“Why was Stace in your garage last night? Why did she cry home? What did you do to her?”

“Tell her you wanna talk, take her to a fancy restaurant and ask her the questions, she has a mouth,” Cove replied, looking up.

“You can’t continue making her cry and planting fear in her!” Dorian shouted without meaning to.

“Even if she likes fear?” Cove’s figure leaned forward on the desk.

“What do you mean? I told you I like this girl!” Dorian snapped.

Cove smiled, so dry, so evil.

Then….he brought out the chocolate bar paper—the one he took from her bag and ate.

“Where do they sell this?” He deadpanned.

Dorian scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re not sane.”

He stood and left the library furiously.

Cove dropped his hand, staring at the chocolate paper.

“Disappointed,” he said.

—

[Montana Mansion, 6:30pm – Stacy’s Closet]

As Stacy came out of the shower with the transparent towel rolled around her skin, her thoughts are in a split.

One: she had her first kiss with Dorian last night. He kissed her when she was crying and shaking, and she thoughtlessly kissed back.

Two: she had her second kiss with Sick boy Cove today. He kissed her when she was applying balm on his neck, and she kissed back … Too.

Now she wishes that tonight’s party continues till forever cos after the party, she’d have to tell her friends.

She’s not even ready.

The two guys are driving her crazy it’s so not funny, especially the one who touched her flesh.

She was trying to chase the thoughts out of her mind as she sprayed mist on her face after wearing makeup.

It’s a massacre, so she wore dark makeup. Black lips, black glitters, darker eyeliner and lashes, black eyeshadow with a mix of silver.

She even changed her waist chains to glittering black, making sure the eight is complete.

Black butterfly navel ring.

But then…her dress is missing.

Her closet is wide enough to not notice a couple of missing clothes, but this one is new.

Anita picked it up for her last week, and now it’s completely gone like something moved it.

What’s going on???

“Beauty!” Anita entered the closet. “It’s 7pm, why aren’t you dressed for the party yet?”

“The new Oh-Polly dress you picked up for me last week! Where the fûck is it?” Stacy snapped.

“It should be here, I dropped it here…” Anita frowned, walking to the spot to check.

“Don’t bother. I’ve ransacked this place but it’s nowhere,” Stacy breathed.

“You mean… someone entered this place to steal the dress?” Anita’s gasped.

“The cameras,” Stacy brushed a errant hair strand away from her face with her fingers. “Call the estate CCTV handler. I need the footage of this house from two days ago till this morning.” She ordered.

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[Dorian’s Mansion, 7:30]

Dorian put zero plans in place about the party.

Elmira is Stacy’s enemy, so there’s no reason for Stacy to go.

Stacy has to go for him to go.

He finished picking out his music video locations and came to the mansion lounge to settle.

He was thinking of dialing her line when Angela entered, carrying a tray containing a hot jug of his evening chamomile tea and a cup.

She dropped it on the table, and just when she was about to straighten up and leave, her phone fell.

Intentionally…cos she made it fall, and on the screen, the video is playing very clearly.

It was Dorian who picked up the phone cos it’s right beside his shoe, and his tongue turned bitter inside his mouth instantly.

As he watched, his jaws hardened, his lips zipped, and his head felt like it’d just grow a sudden tumour.

Especially the B@@b-grabbing part.

Angela gasped. “Oh my gawd! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to show you that Rian! I didn’t mean to—”

Surprisingly, Dorian smiled and dropped the phone, then he picked up the jug of tea, looking up.

Confusedly, Angela picked the small cup, raising it for him.

He started pouring the hot tea in the cup, holding eyes with her.

Even after the cup got full, he kept pouring. As he poured, the cup overflowed, and the tea burned her fingers deeply.

Yet, she couldn’t drop it. She wouldn’t want to. Not when his piercing oceanic eyes are staring into her.

He kept pouring, and she kept holding, getting scalded. Her fingers trembled, reddened, folded, but she dare not let go of the cup.

When he finally took the cup from her after three minutes of torturous scalding, he threw the tea at her face.

“Rian!!” She screamed.

Next minute, his hand found her neck. He threw her across the room like she weighted tissue.

Angela landed with a broken rib, and he stormed out of the lounge, steps so loud and gappy.

He came across Kaylee by the front door, but she wasn’t able to say a thing before he barged out.

She saw his eyes, and she understood he’s losing it.

She stood there, and Angela crawled out of the lounge, grunting with her red face and fingers.

“Send the guards after him! I showed him the video so he’s…. he’s gonna do something brutal to that Cove guy….”

“If he’s gonna do anything brutal to Cove with this side of him, then I’m in support,” Kaylee shrugged.

She went out, stopping the guards who’re about to follow him.

“Leave him alone tonight. Anything he does, I’ll handle the mess. For now, log in to your bot accounts online and start creating hashtags…. COVE FABIO IS A BETRAYER, A THIEF WHO HURT RIAN’S FEELINGS. Let DIAMONDS arise.” She ordered.

The guards rushed back in.

—

[Void Cemetery, 8:30pm]

The gates of the old cemetery has been open since 6.

Black cars lined the gravel path, headlights cutting through fog that rolled across crooked headstones.

Dim red lanterns were strung between skeletal trees, the glow bleeding over marble angels and cracked crosses.

A DJ booth sat elegantly against a mausoleum wall, his gothic bass and pop humming high enough to make the iron fences tremble.

Reputations would be destroyed tonight. Secrets would be leaked. By sunrise, relationships would be over.

Students moved between graves in their gothic make-up and couture-black outfits.

Leather, lace, tailored suits. Boots and heels sank deep into damp soil.

Smoke machines hissed, turning the graveyard into something cinematic.

A long banquet table stretched between two old tombstones, set with dark roses, black candles dripping wax, crystal glasses filled with pomegranate mocktails that looked suspiciously like blood.

The whole event felt rebellious and disrespectful—as it should.

Suddenly, a red light lit up the entrance, showering the board hanging over there.

“ELMIRA’S THIRD MASSACRE PARTY” was written in the boldest blood letters alive.

Everyone knew it was time for her entry, and the ululations that carried her in from students was insane. Elmira entered with friends. Roxy by the right, Trinidad by the left with a wolf cut. She looks like a boy tonight more than ever.

There’s animal blood on her skin, staining her white dress-shirt like she just got into an accident.

It’s her signature tonight.

Roxy? She held a small axe on her left shoulder, her outfit is made of blunt blades, so is her jewelries.

Elmira is the star of the night, her Oh-Polly dress has zigzag hem like a zombie’s—just perfect for this party.

V low cut back. V low cut front, popping her breàsts so much.

She’s got body than Stacy, so it’s tight, but she squeezed herself in. Only a tiny rope is holding the skirt to her waist, so as she moved, she showed off a teasing part of her pvxxy.

Students look like their words have been stolen, they barely breathed. Air became insufficient.

Elmira’s strut got tougher under the lanterns when she saw her effects.

By now, Remo and his gang are entering too. They jumped in through the fence despite the open gate.

Scott is with them tonight.

Kane sat on a tombstone in the middle of his fellow first year students, staring at the night.

Elmira raised a mocktail from the banquet table, smiling.

“To the fact that my new sweet boy will be revealed tonight. That this party will beat my former ones, and to the dead for hosting.” She shouted.

“To Massacre!” The students raised their glassss, but things went still after that chorus cos…

Glitz entered.

The atmosphere shifted, creaking threateningly under their presence.

Merely seeing Stacy, glasses lowered.

Stacy looks like the party owner.

Her dress is rich black fur with white fur stripes which wrote DANGER across different intentional spots, then murderous inches Rene Caovilla heels.

Her girls are behind her, dressed to steal this party too. They look gothic than anyone here.

Elmira and her girls went still, and Elmira stepped forward, ready to wash Stacy with words, but the turbulence wasn’t over.

Dorian entered, and the cemetery gate closed behind him.

Eyes still unforgiving, demeanor still mad, stance still strong.

He went to the garage already, but he was told Cove is here.

“Fabio!” He snapped bitterly, looking around as all eyes went to him.

“Fabio!!” He growled again, anger echoing through his yell.

A tall, mysterious figure stood on top of a old grave, and everyone stepped away from him when he lowered his hoodie from his head.

Cove…indeed.

He wasn’t planning to attend, but Dollface was attending, so why not?

But then… seems this night will be energetic than he expected, cos……..

“Fuçkin’ betrayer,” Dorian muttered, rushing past Stacy…

Stacy turned with wide eyes.

Dorian was already at Cove’s face.

He raised a loaded punch, and breaths were held as the blow came down, slamming into Cove’s mouth.

TBC.