Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 46
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[RIDE Uni – Psychology Major]
Kane’s back is on the wall, no bag nor books. Just his pen with which he’s scribbling nonsense on his palm as he waited for Scott.
Scott’s class will be over in three minutes.
He could feel the weird stares of the students walking past him on that corridor. He doesn’t have to look up to feel their stares.
The campus fell in a frenzy in the morning when he entered the school hand in hand with Scott.
Stacy’s abduction is the number one trending news on the campus gist.
Cove and Dorian’s fight is the number two trending Sh|t.
Scott and Kane’s handholding to campus is the number three trending.
Then Elmira’s party is the fourth with her new boyfriend Max.
Kane sighed, looking up and taking in the judgemental eyes of the passing students for a minute before he gave his attention back to the jargons he’s writing on his palm with his pen.
If they’re this judgemental over handholding, what are they gonna do when he Fuçks Scott in the footies bathroom and records their Mõ@ns to upload on the campus gist?
They’ll probably die which is a fair bet. Everyone will die one day.
His phone buzzed to life, and he retrieved it from his pocket.
It’s the search agency in San Francisco. Same old news.
The Message: No leads on Lynn, yet.
Kane nearly smashed his phone.
So, a girl travelled to San Francisco last year for Dorian’s concert, and somehow she disappeared.
No body. Nothing.
Is that even digestible?
Kane looked up from the phone.
Well that’d be the last time he’ll ever receive update from the San Fransisco search agency cos they’re not being productive at all.
He’s just gonna start his investigation from the scratch in this Las Vegas.
He’s gonna start from Silas, from Scott, or maybe he should go to Lynn’s school for info.
He pocketed his phone when Scott emerged from the lecture hall.
He expected him to look bright, but Scott is duller than dull.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, taking in his mood.
Scott showed him his phone screen. On the screen, the search agency message sat too.
No leads on Lynn.
Scott hasn’t forgotten about his sister after all. He’s still contacting the agency.
“I’ll bring Cove to your field on Friday, and I’ll also help you find your sister,” Kane said.
“Your promises come as suddenly as thunderstorms,” Scott snorted, lowering his phone.
Kane closed the space between them, their chests touching.
Funny, but Scott is a little bit taller than Kane. It isn’t noticeable unless they’re close like they are right now.
“I never fail a promise, you know that, freckled sin.” Kane whispered, his eyes darting to Scott’s arm.
The stab he gave him and his friends.
“I know, crazy thing,” Scott replied, his whisper going lower than Kane’s.
Kane’s hand went up Scott’s chest, crawling like phantom ants.
Scott held his breaths till Kane’s hand got to his neck, and his breaths rushed out when is lips touched his Adam’s apple.
Kane kissed it, not minding the passing students, their thorny eyes and the heated stares.
In fact, they’re the unpaid audience he needs.
Right in that hallway, He flicked his tongue over Scott’s Adam’s apple licking slowly.
He pushed it with his thumb, tracing his warm lips up to Scott’s chin.
Scott pulled Kane’s hand down suddenly, and before Kane could calculate his move, he’s already descending on him.
Lips on lips.
Scott kissed his lips.
Kane smiled, liking this dominant side of him a little bit much, but then….two plays better.
Kane’s smile disappeared, then he opened his mouth, taking in Scott’s lips completely, eating him up.
Scott’s backpack fell off his one shoulder, and his arms slid into Kane’s hair, pulling.
Kane kissed harder, Scott kissed back deeper, lips wetting.
Every single student in that hallway have wide Fuçkin eyes, phone nearly falling off them.
One minute was all it took for them to take over number one trending topic in RIDE campus gist.
SCOTT YOUNG AND KANE YOUNG! STEPBROTHERS DATING???
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[Skating Rink]
“You don’t mean it!” Frank laughed, sliding recklessly on the ice with Remo.
“I’m telling you I’ve been called for a meeting with her tonight at Elite1 Hotel. Exclusive top room.” Remo replied, sweating much.
“What if you get there and she gets you arrested? Kaylee is crazy,” Frank said as they rolled to the barricade.
They both stopped, held the white wood and faced each other.
“My dad is one of her biggest Banking Customers in San Francisco, she wouldn’t wanna lay hands on me. Instead, I’ll be the one laying my hands on her cooch!” Remo winked.
“I don’t even know what to describe your with,” Frank laughed, but it was interrupted by the entrance of more ice skaters, chatting and gossiping.
• When they held hands in the morning, I was shocked, only for them to kiss right in the middle of the hallway!
• Aren’t they brothers?
• Stepbrothers
• Their parents are getting married in few months this is incestuous!
Remo and Frank picked their phones at the same time, checking out the campus gist immediately.
It’s the number one, supported with videos of them kissing madly like madhouse patients in the hallway.
Frank and Remo’s eyes left their phones, and their eyes met with a strike. Frank’s phone fell.
“What the actual fûck, bro. What the actual Fuçkin tuck!!!” He yelled.
Max entered the rink with Elmira hanging on his arm like an arm candy.
The shock in his eyes wide matched the guys.
“I didn’t watch it on the campus gist, I saw it live and direct!” He shouted, voice still so gobsmacked.
“I’m gonna kill Scott and bury him with my own hands!” Frank made to dash out, but Remo pulled him back.
“No, you will not ruin my plan,” he refused.
“What stupid plan!” Frank demanded.
“Right,” Max left Elmira, shifting closer to the guys.
“What stupid plan?”
Remo just smiled, villainous and meaningful.
Max stepped back, took Elmira and left the rink with her.
Frank grunted.
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Max took Elmira to the skaters wardrobe, and they both squeezed inside one of the big closets.
Elmira’s clothes were history in a minute, but Max is still fully clothed, just that his belt is apart, and his pants is down.
She knelt in front of him.
By his orders, she raised her bre@sts, spread them apart, and he placed his d1ck in the middle. She squeezed her bre@sts on it.
Literally, he’s Fuçkin’ her bre@sts, and his d1ck cap pointed at her chin as he th-ru_sted up in repeat, hotly.
Her P@?tië? is on a side, bra on the south, skirt and top by the door and her pvxxy flooding.
Her squirt stained the floor even where he’s not touching yet.
“I swear I love you…” She Mõ@ned, squeezing her bre@sts with the cóvk in the middle again, the friction driving her crazy.
It’s like he’s already inside her, and the more she squeezed, the harder he th-ru_sted, matching her energy.
“Spit on it,” he ordered.
And she did.
Her saliva slicked his d1ck, easing the th-ru_sts. He went faster, Fuçkin her bre@sts till red veins appeared on the underside.
Till she couldn’t hold the bre@sts together anymore.
Till her nîpples went sore.
“Fûck…. please fûck me. Just fûck me already, my bre@sts has had enough,” she Mõ@ned, desperate for something.
Anything inside that hole.
Max opened her mouth, and she readily widened it.
He spit inside, and she spread it on her tongue before swallowing it.
He slapped her in the face.
“Yeah…fûck!” She cried, wanting to touch his cóvk, but she pulled it away from her reach.
“You know one thing I admire about you?” He held her neck, angling her face like a starved dog.
“You don’t pretend, you don’t hide how you feel. You’re a shameless slût, and you ride in that title like my cóvk.” He laughed.
“Are you going to fûck me now?” She gagged, touching her needy pvxxy between her legs. “Maxwell, I’m so d@mn dripping.. Please fûck me.”
“Beg harder,” he slapped her again, her earring flew away from her ear.
“Mira!” Roxy’s voice interrupted from the door suddenly.
They both stared at the closed door.
“Mira!!” Roxy’s voice came again.
Elmira went out to her nakedly, and she met Roxy panting.
“What’s going on? You cut my pleasure short,” Elmira accused.
“You’ve joined the trending topics on the campus gist group!” Roxy said.
“Are you well? We both know I’ve been trending since last night’s revelation,” Elmira frowned.
“No, this one is new entirely!” Roxy snapped. “A footage of you stealing from Stacy’s closet was posted!”
“What!” Elmira gasped.
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[12PM]
Zendaya entered the campus for one purpose — the tutorial.
Computer Science students have a two hours free period from 12 to 2 before their next class, so Cove fixed the tutorial for that time.
She wore grey hoodie, covered her head completely with the hood. The inner of the hoodie is elastic fabric, and it has soft mittens which covered her hands and concealed her burns.
She’s aware that Stacy is in the hospital, but she’s not going to visit unless the girls and Stacy herself says sorry to her.
She’s not less like they think.
She’ll be in the tutorial hall in five minutes, and she’ll be seeing the love of her life again.
But….who was the silver-eyed person from the ceiling who threw fire on her father’s suit?
She’s yet to figure it out. There’s no silver-eyed student in RIDE.
No one has such eyes in this school, so who?
Immediately she entered the first hallway, her thoughts paused cause a lot is going on in campus today.
From Stacy’s abduction to Kane and Scott to Cove and Dorian, and now Elmira is a thief?
A footage of Elmira stealing in Stacy’s closet is in display on the LED screens in every d@mn hallway.
And while half of the population are talking down on Elmira, the other half are gasping over the closet itself.
• So you’re telling me one person owns this closet?
• You’re not following Stacy on IG? She flaunts it everytime.
• Oh my gawd those pink perfumes!
• Luxury? No this is heaven!
Zendaya kept her face down as she walked past the crowdy loud halls, and when she arrived at English Language hall, Elmira and Roxy and Max himself are there.
Max looks disgraced as he watched the LED video over and over and over.
They’re surrounded by a handful of students who’re waiting for what Elmira has to say with their cameras on play to record.
“Maxwell,” Elmira muttered. “Maxwell I liked the dress, and my mum is her dad’s business associate, so i went for a visit with my mum and I just thought of—”
“You thought of stealing it?” Max cut her off angrily, facing her.
Deep red streaks formed in his eye corners already.
“Max—”
“Are you happy now?” He continued. “Dirtying my reputation like this! Dirtying your father’s reputation! How’s he gonna feel in Saudi Arabia after seeing this video? Are you a kleptomaniac?” He glared.
“Max…” She tried to hold him, but he shook her off.
“Stay off my way till I call you, or I might just kill you…” He pushed her out of the way and left.
“Max!!” She went after him. “Max I love you!!”
Roxy pulled her back.
“You can quit following him, he said he’s gonna call. He didn’t break up with you so you can be rest assured.”
“Darn it, I’m sure Stacy did this, and I’m going to make her regret it! She’s fighting for Kehlani? Well watch me destroy that Kehlani!” Elmira shot.
“What are you gonna do?” Roxy frowned.
“Max still has her nudes and XXX videos on his phone, so I transferred some to my phone. Tommorow Kehlani’s turn to trend!” Elmira promised and stormed away.
Roxy punched some of the students away from their path as she followed her with a loud grin.
As they went out of sight, students began converging again.
Kleptomaniac? New.
At the other end of the hallway, a figured retreated into a corner, going down the staircas.
She wore a brown cap which covered her face, but she took off the cap when she left that hall.
Her shoulder-length hair got released.
It’s Anita.
She wore the cap again after a minute.
She continued her walk to the gate.
If her daughter is gonna continue going the wrong way, then she’s gonna become her villain.
Her stealing video she upload is just the beginning.
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[Cove’s Tutorial Hall]
The tutorial has been moving for an hour and many minutes now.
It’s soon gonna end.
And while half of the class is listening attentively to Cove’s teachings, the other half can’t wait for this class to be over so they can go online and catch up on the gists.
Today could pass as the busiest, hottest day of this semester with the gists flying in left and right.
You dunno when you’ll become a trending topic on the group.
Zendaya is neither listening nor thinking about the gists.
Her eyes are on Cove, and in her mind, she has stripped him naked. She’s imagining him nakedly now, and the mass of d1ck she’s imagining on him made her smile.
She inserted her pen in her mouth, imagining it as him.
She nearly started sucking the pen, but the announcement of the end of the class made her take the pen out of her mouth quickly.
She quickly jotted down the assignment on her laptop as everyone began leaving hurriedly.
Trinidad walked past her table, but she suddenly came back, giving her a strange look.
“Whoever is selling you your weight loss product is good. You’re losing it noticeably. Happy slim day in advance” she mocked and left.
Zendaya gasped.
It’s really working?
She smiled, biting her lip deep.
“Thank gawd, thank…gawd…” She buried her face in her table, shedding real tears of joy.
Trinidad went to Cove’s table, and she was about to start her code discussion with him when she saw Roxy and Elmira by the door.
At the sat time, Dorian entered the hall, wearing a nose mask.
He gave Cove a signal to meet him for a talk, and Cove blankly followed him
Trinidad went to her friends, and they moved to the rooftop together.
“You didn’t see the trending topic?” Elmira asked.
“Which one? There’s a lot today,” Trinidad muttered dryly.
“A video of Mira stealing from Stacy’s closet! It’s everywhere. Now they’re calling her a klepto!” Roxy said.
“So?” Trinidad frowned.
“You did not just say that! You’re not angry?” Elmira gasped.
“Angry that your dirty secret is out?” Trinidad glared harder. “You entered the mansion of the richest man to steal, and you got caught on camera, and now you’re angry? Your audacity is first class.” Trinidad chuckled.
Suddenly, Elmira locked Trinidad by the neckline of her sweatshirt.
Trinidad released an unplanned gasp, eyes widening a little.
“We’re friends! It’s not right for you to talk this way!” Elmira claimed.
Trinidad removed Elmira’s grip from her sweatshirt, then she pushed her.
Elmira lurched and fell hard on the edge of the rooftop.
She’d have rolled off, but Roxy quickly held her on that edge.
“The next time you hold any of my clothes like that with your filthy hands, I’ll be the one to tell the whole school that your mum is Stacy’s housekeeper and that your father is not a CEO! Your father abandoned you with your mum when you were born and you don’t even know who your father is you golddigger!” Trinidad threatened.
“Trini? From you?” Roxy faced her after helping Elmira up.
“Yeah, from me! I thought we could be friends, so I’ve been keeping the secret with you both, but enough is enough. Being friends with you both should be a crime, and now I’m tired! Not like you both benefit me socially and academically. Desperados!” Trinidad shot and rushed downstairs, leaving them there.
“Roxy we should stop that bîtch! She won’t rat me out, right?” Elmira said fearfully. “You and her are my sponsors, and you both are also the only ones in this campus who know I’m from a poor family and—”
“I’ll kill Trinidad with my own hands! I’ll send Cove out of my studio apartment and make sure no house in this LA will accommodate him!” Roxy threatened venomously.
Elmira swallowed.
“And about your sponsoring?” Roxy faced her. “I’ll be the one to sponsor you alone from now on.”
“Thank you so much Roxy!” Elmira hugged her tightly.
Roxy rolled eyes, planning all woes in this world for Trinidad already.
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[Dorian’s Private Lounge]
Dorian and Cove stood by the glass wall, face-to-face.
While Dorian’s arms are pocketed, Cove’s arms are free at his sides, and he’s still blank.
The shuffling and chatting of students beneath them hummed around as their eyes bored into each other like warlords who met on the Warfield for the first time in centuries, testing their individual grits.
“Stay off Stace,” Dorian started the talk, softly but firmly.
Cove chuckled, the sound so disturbing. “I’m not supposed to make a sound, but you said STAY OFF. Sorry are you talking to me?”
Dorian closed the space between them immediately.
“She was kidnapped this morning cos of you! She was nearly killed cos of you! She was nearly shot, nearly burnt to death! She narrowly escaped death cos of you!” He slammed.
Cove went silent, but his eye contact with Dorian right now is insane.
Piercing. Dark. Cold.
“I wanted to play fair before, but with you? There’s no playing fair, I’ve realized. Let’s dirty our hands, pour out our cards and show how far we can go for that girl. I don’t care anymore, Cove. I want you to stay off, or else you won’t like it when I start…you won’t Fuçkin like it.” Dorian threatened.
“Are you threatening me?” Cove scoffed, so calm.
“You threatened me first by kissing her! You didn’t say it, but the kiss was a threat! And now if you refuse to stay off her like I said, then expect worse from me. Let’s put everything in line and let’s see the last man standing. You, a garage boy, or me…you know who I am.” Dorian muttered, so dark.
Cove smiled, his eye lock with Dorian breaking as he looked down.
Then…he turned around and walked out of the lounge.
Dorian pulled his own bracelet, cutting it off too.
The black diamonds scattered on the lounge ground.
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[7pm, Elite1 Hotel]
Kaylee’s Mercedes Benz purred softly into a pause in the underground exclusive park of the hotel.
The air feels so tense already.
She checked out herself in her bag mirror, wearing another layer of red lipstick on her lips.
If she’s gonna trap whoever it is, she has to look like she’s really here to get Fuçked, that’s the plan.
She’s gonna interrogate him stylishly by herself, then call the cops on him.
Two cops are in the car with her. One is driving in the front while the other one is on the passenger seat.
Angela is on the backseat with her.
“I wonder why you refused to see his facial picture though,” Angela said.
“Cos I don’t need it?” Kaylee sighed. “Wait here with the guards. In ten minutes, I’ll be done with the interrogation, and I’ll give you a beep to come up with the cops.”
“Sure, Kay.” Angela agreed.
Kaylee climbed down from the car, and her entourage of guards from another car followed her inside, her red heels threatening to drill the ground, her perfume de drifting like fragrance from the future.
From the top exclusive floor, Remo is watching her entrance from the intercom calmly.
He dropped ice cube in his square cup of Hennessy.
“You won’t wanna go home tonight, I bet it.” He muttered.
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[Medical Center, 7:30]
Albert didn’t even wait for Stacy to leave the hospital before he poured the SWAT officers into the medical center. While they’re inside the hospital, ordinary guards are outside.
Albert himself is with the cops, following up on the investigation.
The girls left few minutes ago, each wanting to go for a change of clothes since Stacy is now asleep.
She was secretly given the sedatives, so she dozed off eventually.
Dorian promised to bring her a homemade food, so he went home to make the food for her.
She’ll be discharged tommorow morning, but she’ll be getting transferred to a dermatologist ward tonight for treatments on the cuts on her skin so they won’t leave scars.
That’s the only time she’s allowed to be taken out of the ward.
At exactly 8pm, the tall nurse in charge of the movement showed up.
Blue scrubs, flat shoes, clear glasses, and smooth bob hair.
She scanned her ID with the SWAT officers before she was allowed into the ward to move her.
She put on her nose mask.
Stacy is still fast asleep, holding a black-pink teddy to her side as steady breaths rushed out of her nostrils.
Two other nurses entered the ward to help. Stacy was moved from the ward bed to the stretcher, and her eyes opened slightly, then clearly.
“Is it time to see the dermatologist?” She groaned, wishing she could sleep for more time.
“Yeah, miss.” One of the other two nurses replied.
She was wheeled out of the ward, and she lay back quietly.
“Why is Dorian not here with his food yet? Has he cooked rubbish and he’s ashamed to bring it?” She muttered.
“He’s on his way already,” The other nurse replied her.
The first nurse hasn’t said a thing at all, and she’s the major one pushing the stretcher, but …
His eyes look kinda familiar, and the moment Stacy saw it, she couldn’t stop looking.
Where has she seen her?
“You’re the new resident nurse?” One of the other two asked her.
She nodded.
“You don’t talk?” The other nurse asked.
Now they’re in front of the elevator that’d take them down the dermatologist floor.
They entered, but not all guards can enter with them since it’s limited space.
Just one guard entered, making five people in the medical elevator.
Immediately the elevator door closed, the elevator lights went off too.
Then…struggles happened.
Hits, smashes, cracks…
Stacy sat up on the stretcher in the dark, fear gripping her again.
What’s occuring? Another kidnap?
“It’s dark in here!!!” She screamed at the top of her voice, hoping help with come in.
She scrambled to find the button so she’d come down from the elevator, but that’s when a matchstick stuck on.
Sharp and fast.
The kindled fire from the matchstick illuminated the elevator for a second, and for that flashing second…
Stacy caught the sight of a pair of glinting silver eyeballs.
She gasped soundlessly, and the electric lights came back on.
By now, the guard is on the floor, unconscious.
The other two nurses are unconscious too…
On the floor.
The quiet nurse is missing, but her bob wig and scrubs is on the floor, then a pair of cotton wool rolled like Brë@šts are also down.
And…. instead of the quiet nurse, a male is inside the elevator with her.
He threw his head back, smoothening his slightly scattered hair.
Now that there’s no fire, his eyeballs are black, and he’s…
“Cove…” Stacy breathed out, eyes wide and mouth agape.
He remained there, backing the wall and staring right at her with the demonic smirk on his lips.
“You’re the quiet nurse?” Stacy muttered, shaking her head.
Cove took a bite from a chocolate bar, taking his body off the wall as he chewed.
Stacy tried to quickly press the open button, but he was faster to block her chance with his leg, pulling her to him.
He cupped her chin with an hand, and she became utterly breathless as he brought his face closer, closer—
“I swear to gawd if you try to kiss me again—”
“You’re going to gently follow me out of this medical center right now. Actually, you can try to play stubborn, and I’ll have to kidnap you for real.” He muttered, his second hand sliding around her waist.
She jerked. “Don’t! I was taken because of you and told to stay away from you! Even in the absence of that! I don’t wanna get beside you! I won’t make another mistake!”
He pulled her closer like he didn’t hear her, and she grabbed his belt tight, swallowing nothing as his muted eyes stared down at her.
“What do you want?” She breathed shakily.
“I made french spaghetti, salad and beef on the side. Here’s what’s gonna happen,” He whispered, voice dropping but still so deep.
“You’re coming home with me to eat it all till no other bastard food will fit into your throat again.” He finished.
TBC.
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