Reckless - S01 E50

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Reckless - S01 E50

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 50

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[Stacy’s Bathroom]

The shower water calmed Stacy, but still not completely, so she continued staying under it.

It’s been five minutes now, and her likeness for staying too long under the shower is rapidly becoming an habit she doesn’t fancy.

But what can she do?

She needs this to set her nerves.

She could hear the gists and laughter of her friends from her room, and somehow, she feels better that at least they’ll be spending the night.

What’s she gonna do without them?

She swept her hair back, angling her face up so the water hit her directly. Her hands went down her body, cupping her little breàsts before sliding down her waist.

Trinidad’s words hit her again, and the h@të she saw in Trevor’s eyes.

She badly wants to explain to them and make them understand, but what’s the use?

They won’t understand.

She just hopes the stitching goes well and Cove gets better.

“Attention Seeker!” Zendaya’s earlier words stuck her head hard, and she gasped.

Now she remembers!

She had heard those words this morning when she was kidnapped!

Her kidnapper said it with the voice modulator!

She rushed out of the bathroom, naked.

“Fûck!” Tania stood.

“It’s been long since we all bathed together so it’s been long since I saw this body! How come you’re becoming sëxier!” Tasha winked.

“Everything about you is just small. The breàsts, the hips, the snatched waist that I love!” Kehlani grinned.

“She looks like a particular South African singer if you ask me.” Tania spanked Stays arse.

“Can you guys stop talking about my body already? Please, how far is the workshop from Zendaya mansion?” Stacy asked.

“You killed the mood! Why mention that girl?” Tania rolled eyes.

“Pleaseeee!” Stacy pouted.

“You mean the workshop the abductor took you to?” Kehlani asked.

“Yeah, fast!” Stacy replied.

“The workshop from Zendaya’s place is like six minutes drive.” Tasha said.

Stacy froze.

Now that she thinks about it, the burning suit what was thrown at her was very big… like it belonged to a big fat person.

And Zendaya’s father is…big.

No. It can’t be, right?

Zendaya wouldn’t…do that with her father…

Right?

“Babe, what’s going on?” Kehlani asked.

“Nothing,” Stacy said with fake smile, taking a new body towel to dry her skin.

Zendaya?

Just thinking about it is making her throat dry.

Why Zendaya?

Well, she’s gonna wait for the results of the gun investigation tommorow before concluding.

“From tommorow, campus is gonna get fun again!” Tania shouted. “It’s the final practice tomorrow, Friday it’s the football game, and Saturday we’re going to Elysium Cascade in Las Vegas for the Weekend Escape Trip till Monday! I can’t just wait I swear!”

“It’s not even sure if you’re gonna be in the football match,” Stacy said, wearing a P@?tië?.

“Trinidad says she’s gonna talk to the Chancellor with Scott, so I’m definitely playing. The team can’t function without me.” Tania scoffed.

“Is it just me? Or Tania is cool? Heard she stopped being friends with Roxy and Elmira,” Tasha said.

“Trinidad has always been cool, but she’s Tania’s co-team rival, so that cancels all points.” Kehlani said.

“I love you Lani! Oh we’re going to your City for the Weekend Escape, you better prepare to make it fun!” Tania winked.

“Trust me,” Kehlani laughed. “500 flipping students are going, you can imagine the chaos! I swear I’ll hookup with a boy for sëx!”

“Oh… there’s a new update,” Tasha said, scrolling through her phone.

“That same Friday, there’s gonna be a ice skating game. The school is saying they wanna see the most efficient game between ice skating and football.” She said.

“The school management is the main villain at this point!” Stacy said. “Those people love violence too but just pretending. I mean…why fix ice skating game same day as football game when they’re aware that those two are the most popular sports in the campus?”

“Stacy is an ice skater so she won’t come watch me play?” Tania gasped.

“You haven’t even heard the juiciest part,” Tasha laughed.

They all went to her and shoved their faces in her phone, reading the news with her.

The top ice skaters have partners instead of teams. And it’s always a male and female.

They’ve been paired according to how they’ll skate on the ice on Friday.

It’s Remo and Tasha.

Frank and Kehlani.

Kane and Roxy.

Then last one…

Stacy and Dorian.

The girls bursted into laughter except Stacy herself.

“What’s funny?” She rolled eyes.

“I can’t Fuçkin wait! I’ll split myself into two that Friday. I must watch Tania in the stadium and also you and Dorian in the rink! You and Dorian have insane chemistry, anyone would feel it during the Mixer tango dance!” Kehlani said.

“I’m telling you, and he’s cool, hot, cheerful, greenest flag!” Tasha said.

“Y’all are suddenly on his side? Hypocrites. Same guy we went to ruin his first LA concert?” Stacy smirked at them.

“That’s in the past, babe!” Tania laughed.

“Is anyone not sympathizing with me? I’m gonna be skating with Remo?” Tasha muttered funnily.

“Last time he was paired with me during tango, you made fun of me. This is karma!” Tania grinned.

“That same Friday, Dorian’s music is coming out. Seems the world is coming to an end on Friday.” Kehlani giggled.

Stacy’s phone buzzed, and the girls peered at her phone as she read the new text…

From Dorian.

Rian: Did you see the pairings for Friday skating yet? You’re stuck with me, Snowdrop.

“Snowdrop!!!” The girls screamed.

“Nickname has entered the chat! I didn’t know it’s this serious!” Tania laughed derisively.

“Stop…” Stacy hit her.

“Snow Fuçkin drop! Aw! Bîtch you got a nickname!” Kehlani shouted.

“I h@të you…” Stacy muttered.

“Love of Rian’s life! Snow…” Tasha said.

“Drop!!!” Tania and Kehlani chorused.

Stacy picked her pillows, hauling the two at them.

They all ran out of the room, and she shut the door, resting her back on it.

As much as she wants to stop thinking, her mind is in the hospital.

If only she could get assurance that his stitching went well, she’d be at rest.

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[Max’s Mansion]

Elmira is by the door.

She has been standing there since 5pm, and time is currently 11.

She has been waiting for when Max is gonna stop being mad and open the door for her.

She could hear the loud voices of Max and Remo and Frank inside.

Seems they’re celebrating something special.

She was about to start hollering Max’s name again when Roxy’s car drifted into the mansion.

She rushed out, and Elmira gasped.

“You’re back!”

“Yeah, back after I chased him out of the apartment and even made his boss Matteo lose his own apartment, and I made sure no other apartment will accommodate them unless they have billions for a mansion which is impossible. They’re poor!” Roxy laughed out.

Elmira stuck hands with her.

“You did well, my love. You did soo well!”

“Now Kehlani is next to have her nudes on the campus gist group tommorow, but we should celebrate Cove’s downfall first. Why is Max still not opening the door?” Roxy blinked.

As if Max could hear, he opened the door, shirtless.

He held a bottle of champagne by the neck, and he looks less mad.

He didn’t have to talk.

Elmira rushed into his arms, pouring wet kisses on his face.

“I know I annoyed you with my action, but it’ll never happen again. If I need anything, I’ll just ask you no matter the price,” she pouted.

“No matter the price, you hear me?” He repeated for her.

She nodded, hugging him.

“I love you Maxwell! So d@mn much my pvxxy missed you too!”

Max grinned, going inside with her.

Roxy followed, grabbing Frank’s bottle of alcohol from him.

She downed it.

“Seems like a celebration, what’s going on? Did Remo later fûck Dorian’s Mama?” She asked.

The guys went silent.

Elmira gasped.

“Seriously? It happened?”

“Not yet. I only gave her appetizer, I ate her punani.” Remo laughed.

“Bad Boy!” Roxy chuckled.

“Kaylee is actually this dense? The richest woman is this brainless? Oh my gawd!” Elmira gasped.

“She’s horny, don’t blame her body.” Frank shrugged.

“Also, my mouth works wonders,” Remo popped the gum in his mouth.

“Hmmm….” Elmira nodded.

The door bursted open, and Trinidad waltzed inside, furious.

“I’ve been looking for you both everywhere, whores.”

“What the fûck are you doing here?” Roxy
obstructed her.

“You took the apartment from Covey and even took Matteo’s? You payed the house owners to not take any of them in? How senseless of you.” Trinidad muttered, dryly.

“So…you came here to beat me cos of that?” Roxy smirked, nose flaring.

“I h@të you Trinidad!” Elmira shouted behind.

The guys just watched in silence, expecting the main explosion.

“I won’t touch you, I’ll leave him to do to you what he pleases later.” Trinidad said, muscles relaxing.

“Touch me?” Roxy laughed. “As if I’ll sit and let you punch me around. You know I’m not sane! You know it! Raise a fist and I’ll raise ten, you cringe tomboy!” Roxy clapped back.

Then, she leaned into Trinidad’s ear, whispering…

“Get out of here right now, or I’ll remind you the shameful reason why you cut your long hair and decided to become a d@mn tomboy,” she whispered.

Trinidad stiffened, and when her eyes met Roxy’s, she stepped back.

And like that, she left the mansion.

“That ended too quick,” Remo hissed.

“Is Scott not part of this crew anymore or what?” Elmira asked.

“Scott is currently going astray,” Max replied.

“Astray?” Elmira looked at him.

Max looked at Remo.

Remo looked at Frank.

They grinned.

—

[Zendaya’s Mansion]

Zendaya has no plans to sleep.

She wore her sleepwear—Cove’s shirt, and sat in her living room, currently on FaceTime with her father.

“How’s your burns healing?” She asked.

“Very well, my doctor is good.” He showed her jos healing arms. “You?” He asked.

“Healing too, so when are you gonna start going after Stacy’s dad?” She asked curiously.

“Tommorow, unfailingly. I’ll visit Outright Medias tommorow.” Mr. Brown nodded.

“Good,” Zendaya nodded back.

The call ended there, and Zendaya sat back, swallowing five pills.

She was still drinking water on the pills when she picked her phone with her left hand and clicked on the tango expressway video of Stacy and Cove.

She only has to edit it and make it look like it was Stacy who stopped Cove for a dance that night.

Then post it.

Also, she’s gonna expose the fact that Stacy is the kissed girl…

DIAMONDS would eat her raw.

Zendaya smiled.

“I have so many cards to destroy you with, Stacy. You have no idea.”

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[Dorian’s Mansion]

At 3am, Dorian is still busy.

All the checks was supposed to do during the day, he’s only just occupying himself with them right now.

Also, he’s expecting a response from the guard he told to do a follow-up on Zendaya’s movements yesterday.

He’s smiling though.

As he read through the magazine he’s holding, he’s smiling.

He has been beaming since he saw the pairing for the Friday ice skating.

And for the fact that Friday is also his album release. Friday must be his lucky day.

The house is silent.

His crew members are in the studio, vocalizing and drumming. But the studio is soundproof so their noises don’t go beyond the studio.

Kaylee and Angela are probably asleep too.

Earlier, he heard Kaylee talking about going to see Stacy tommorow about his feelings, and he’s not against it.

Stacy isn’t someone that can bought with words, but she’s free to try.

He received an alert from the guard, and he quickly clicked on it.

The report says Zendaya left her mansion with her dad yesterday morning, but the street cameras didn’t capture their movement.

They must have wiped it.

Now his suspicions are getting clearer.

He got up and left the lounge, only to meet Angela in front of it.

He walked past her, ignoring her existence but the woman hugged her from behind.

He peeled her off fast like she’s a plaque, and a tear fell off her eyes.

“I miss your touch! It’s been too long and I can’t take it anymore!” She sobbed shamelessly.

Dorian pointed at himself in the face. “This isn’t the face you’re obsessed with, so don’t get it mixed up and get your feelings encamped! I thought you had it in control!” He growled.

“It’s not as easy as you think, Riri. It’s not ea—”

Dorian was already walking off before she could finish.

She wiped her tears, looking hurt.

—

[Montana Mansion, 6AM]

On her bed, Stacy is between the girls, and they’re all fast asleep.

They’ve all been sleeping since 12, but she hasn’t gotten any wink.

She couldn’t sleep.

She’s worried.

Deeply worried.

Did the stitching go well?

That’s the question she has been asking herself.

If it were her family hospital, she’d be calm cos the doctors are good, but the hospital he was taken to is a small one which she doesn’t trust.

At 6:20 when the day is already breaking, she got up from bed, making sure not to wake any of the girls.

She’s wearing only her P@?tië? and tube bra, so she threw on a big tee shirt and bum shorts.

And she didn’t forget to take her mace bottle.

She used a warm woolen winter cap to fight the cold and left the room in her flops.

Thankfully, no one is in the living room, so she successfully slipped out.

But it’s impossible to go past the SWAT officers outside the house though, and she honestly has no problem with them.

When she got into her favorite car, eight of the officers got into two other cars behind her.

She even allowed her driver to drive.

At this point, carefulness is a prescription she gave herself.

Dawn cracked completely before she arrived at that hospital, giving way to fresh morning.

The morning breeze still carried her hair that’s resting on her breàsts in the front, and she had to brush it off with her fingers, adjusting her cap.

She entered the hospital and asked for his ward straight.

Immediately she mentioned the name, she was given.

She marched to the ward, heart slamming.

What if Trevor chases her again?

What if Trinidad yells again?

She held her breaths before pushing the door open, slowly.

Surprisingly, no one’s in.

Just Cove who’s still unconscious in that bed with his bloodbag drip stand beside him.

The blood transfusion is over cos there’s no blood in the bag anymore.

She stepped inside fully, and a nurse entered immediately.

The same nurse who directed her to this ward.

“Miss Trinidad is her Major class president, so she went to sort things. Kane is his Major president too, he went to handle things too. Trevor is also his own class president, so he had to leave. They went to take permissions, they’ll be back by 8.” The nurse explained.

She unplugged the drip needle from Cove’s arm and folded the bag on a tray for disposal.

“And Matteo?” Stacy asked.

“Oh he’s here, but he’s in the bathroom.” The nurse replied. “Trinidad told me to not let anyone in, but Kane mentioned I could let you in if you came, so I obeyed him.”

The nurse left, and Stacy walked to the bed where the nutjob lay. Even in his unconscious state, he still looks ruthless and arrogant.

It’s like a stamp.

But she’s glad that at least he’s recuperating. But when he wakes, will he also get mad that she left him even when he held her ankle?

She wasn’t even aware that she puked on him that night he carried her, if not for Trinidad who said it yesterday.

Now she’s embarrassed.

The hospital gown left out his collarbone, and she had a peek at the dark tattoo sitting there.

“Quod…”

That’s the only one she could see.

“Latin? He knows latin?” She muttered.

Well, it’s not shocking.

What does he not know?

A slight smile touched her lips, then a doctor entered, masked.

“Why is he not awake yet?” She asked the doctor.

Instead of replying, the doctor walked straight to Cove’s side and pulled an injection out of his pocket.

He went for Cove’s arm, but before he could inject him, Stacy held his wrist.

He looked up, their eyes met under his white nose mask.

“Why are you injecting him?” She questioned, tightening her grip on his wrist.

The doctor’s eyes narrowed slightly above the mask.

“Relax,” he said calmly. “It’s just Propofol. It’ll help wake him faster.”

Stacy’s gaze dropped to the syringe, the liquid inside is clear.

Her brows furrowed.

“That’s strange,” she murmured slowly. “Because Propofol is supposed to be white… like milk.”

Silence fell between them.

His eyes hardened as Stacy’s grip tightened around his arm.

“So why,” she said, voice sharpening, “are you holding a syringe full of something clear?”

Her eyes flicked from the needle to his masked face.

“Unless that’s not Propofol at all…”

The doctor didn’t answer.

Her heart began to hammer cos the only drug she could think of that looked like the one in his injection is the one used to quietly stop a heart.

It’s Potassium Chloride!

“You’re not a doctor!” She gasped, realization kicking in. “You’re a killer!” She swiftly tore his nose mask away.

It’s the sixth man that escaped last night—the one who stabbed Cove.

“You…” Stacy gasped again.

“You should have stayed quiet,” the man jumped over to her.

“Hel—”

She couldn’t finish shouting for help when he pushed her down and raised the injection on her neck.

She sprayed her mace on his face, and he groaned, slapping his palm over his face as the sting dealt with him wickedly.

Stacy opened her mouth to scream again, but despite the spray stinging his eyes, he still pulled her up mercilessly by the hair.

Her scalp nearly peeled away.

He dragged her to the close wall, pushing her head forward to slam, but he was suddenly hauled away.

Someone pulled him back with the energy of a mule, and he came face-to-face with Cove who’s now up.

Red, damned eyes. Protruding hot veins in his arms. Heavy, angry breaths. He looks devilish.

“Cove…” Stacy muttered.

He took the injection from the man and shoved it into his face, but he didn’t release it inside.

He pulled it out and stabbed his face with it again… again…

Again.

The man’s hellish cries didn’t even come cos as he stabbed, he covered his mouth with his second hand.

Cove continued stabbing.

Fifth stab. Sixth. Seventh.

Now the man’s face is a map of stabs, blood and gore.

He looks like a excessively beaten pinata. He looks powerless.

As if the world is against him.

When the eighth stab entered his face, Cove’s smirk was dark.

“Go wait for her in hell before I send her to you!” He spat, finally injecting the potassium chloride into the man’s face.

He injected half, then injected the remaining half in his chest—right into this heart.

The body fell limply on the floor, dead and breathless and lifeless.

Stacy stood where she stood, her mace has fallen on the floor now.

She gulped when Cove faced her, and when he started coming for her, she gulped again.

The third gulp followed.

Those eyes look way too soulless that she wants to race out of this ward and go crawl under a rock.

He took two steps closer, and she took two steps back.

“I…I didn’t leave intentionally! I was under a threat! She was going to shoot me if I didn’t leave! She was texting me and I was—”

He caught up with her, and her guts closed tightly when he curled her by the waist with his right hand.

He shoved her close.

Her gasp heated his skin.

Their eyes clocked.

“I know. Even the ones you haven’t said. I know.” He muttered.

“Are you….ok?” She asked after she found her voice.

His eyes moved to the center inside their sockets, and his long fingers on her waist pressed down the skin.

“Ask me again after this,” he whispered hoarsely.

And then, his full lips came crashing down uncontrollably on hers like a raging storm.

TBC.