Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 52
[RIDE University, Stadium]
Scott looks like he regained his calmness as he came in with Kane right beside him.
They didn’t talk throughout the drive to campus, and Scott has been wondering why.
Initially, he was moving mad about his father, but now he has switched to worrying about why Kane isn’t talking to him.
Normally, Kane loves teasing, so why hasn’t he teased even once?
Immediately they entered the stadium, Scott grabbed his arm, and Kane faced him.
The passing footballers and cheerleaders began gossiping in whispers…
• The Young stepbrothers are at it again!
• I can bet it with you that Scott has sucked Kane’s d_1ck already.
• Are you real? Scott is definitely the top! Have you seen his d_1ck in the bathroom before? Machine gun!
• Yeah, so Kane has sucked Scott’s dîck? He’s his junior for fûcks sake (laughter)
• Heard Kane once ran from school for one year, so he’s behind cos of that. Normally, he should be in second year too.
• This campus has to be the sickest place anyone could be. RIDE Psychiatric University.
Another round of laughter echoed down the bleachers.
But Scott didn’t care.
“You’ve been quiet, did I do something wrong?” He asked, his eyes searching Kane’s eyes.
“Why the fûck are you keeping the fact that your dad is an abuser?” Kane glared.
His fists are folded inside his leather jacket pockets.
“My dad ain’t an—”
“I’ll take you to the washroom and have you submerged in the sink bowl if you keep lying!” Kane snapped.
Scott’s face fell.
“Your mother died, your sister went lost last year, but still, he married my mother this year? And people are praising him, but your mother’s name is in the mud? Some Fuçkers are even saying your sister Lynn eloped with a man! But here you are, being a coward!” Kane snapped.
Scott swallowed saliva.
“I’ll make sure Cove will goalkeep for your team tomorrow like I promised, but after that, there’ll be nothing like Kane from your mouth again or I’ll kill you!” Kane threatened.
He was already storming out when Scott grabbed his jacket.
“After the march tommorow, I promise to tell you everything about the case. I’ll tell you everything in Las Vegas during the trip” He muttered.
Kane didn’t say a thing.
Scott let go of the jacket, and Kane walked out.
Scott stayed there, like he’s drowning, till Trinidad and Max joined him.
They’re both in their sports jersey already.
“What’s up Kane’s baby!” Trinidad teased, but Scott isn’t even in the mood to vibe.
“Keep the romance blossoming,” Max scoffed. “We’re all here to watch.”
Scott faced them.
“We’re going to talk to the Chancellor for Tania remember? Let’s go before the remaining team members will come” Trinidad said.
Scott didn’t say anything.
He just led the way.
—
[Ice Skaters Wardrobe Suite]
Stacy is in front of the mirror, eyes very wide when she saw the painting on her neck.
A hickey?
The lip bite isn’t enough, but a hickey??
When she got home earlier, the girls were gone, so she had dressed up for school hurriedly.
She didn’t even wear makeup, so she didn’t look in the mirror before coming.
She didn’t wanna miss the start of the rehearsal.
Each pair will do their rehearsal before they’ll skate for the coaches to see and make corrections later.
She’s the first one to get to school in the Glitz, so she screamed freely, rubbing the hickey with her fingers as if that’d make it wipe off.
After kissing her, giving her a hickey and a lip bite, he asked who she was?
He said he fed a cat before her?
She expected anything from his sharp mouth, but this one still hurts somehow and it’s strange.
His words hit deeper than they should. Same with when he called her a dullard and she had to start studying because of it.
But he’s too twisted she doesn’t even what to categorize him as.
He can’t be human.
He can’t have a heart.
She shook her head. She has to cover this hickey with makeup to avoid suspicions from the girls.
She grabbed her makeup bag and unzipped it, but that was when the girls entered.
She gasped.
“Where did you go so early in the morning? Bîtch, you left us in your bed!” Kehlani said.
“Oh my gawd is that an hickey on your neck?” Tasha gasped.
Stacy cussed herself inwardly.
“Did you go to Dorian’s this morning?” Tania smiled. “You both stay in the same estate, it makes sense. So…did he kiss you again?”
“Stop asking about it, please…” Stacy covered her ears with her palms.
“So why am I just hearing about Elmira’s crime of coming to your closet to steal!” Kehlani said.
Stacy gasped.
“I was gonna tell y’all, trust me but—”
“But what? Are we keeping small secrets now?” Tania interrupted. “Her dad came with her to your house for a visit and she stole your dress? We should be the first people you’d tell! I’d tear her face off!”
Stacy felt tired.
Elmira didn’t come to her house with her nonexistent CEO father.
Elmira is the daughter of her housekeeper.
It’s hightime she came clean, so she cleared her throat.
“Guys, actually—”
And that was interrupted by the entry of the other girl skaters who’re chatting loudly.
The HURRY alarm sounded around the building, and the girls started putting on their skating stuffs.
Tania left for the stadium immediately.
Stacy’s dress is pin-under like a bikini, just that she wore pink blinging leggings under it.
She tied her hair up perfectly in a bun and picked her shoes, leaving for the rink with Tasha and Kehlani.
It’s already full of their co members.
Each began looking for their partners.
It didn’t take long before Tasha found Remo. They started rehearsing immediately, arms over their bodies.
They didn’t even share a glance.
It’s professionalism over familiarity.
The rink is wide enough for everybody.
Kehlani found Frank too, and they got on the ice next.
No words.
Roxy and Kane climbed the ice next.
Elmira is with a unpopular boy.
Stacy was already wondering if Dorian is here cos she has been searching for some minutes now.
Her skating shoes fell from her when someone nudged her from behind.
She turned, and her eyes widened when she saw Kaylee.
THE Kaylee Wesley?
Dorian’s mother?
She stood there like she controlled the air everyone breathed, her red dress hugging her perfect figure, hair curled to fall on a shoulder, and a half fur coat is on her shoulder. Her heels are moderately tall, makeup flashy like everything about her.
Now everyone has stopped skating and faced her, staring amusedly.
• Kaylee Wesley?
• My gawd! She’s murderously gorgeous!
• I know, I know.
• Her pointed nose! She definitely had a nose job!
• The fashion sense! She could pass as Stacy’s mum!
• Now don’t talk like Dorian isn’t killing fashion too. Stacy might be the best fashionable female but Dorian dominates the male category.
• Then they should date already!
Elmira shifted close to Roxy with a mischievous smile.
“Look at her acting all tall and mighty like Remo’s mouth wasn’t between her legs yesterday,” She whispered.
“People can pretend, it’s sick to watch.” Roxy grinned.
“Hey, your slut is here,” Frank whispered close to Remo.
Remo’s eyes are on Kaylee, so he didn’t bother replying.
Kaylee’s eyes met him, and she looked away professionally like he’s nothing.
She faced Stacy.
“A talk with me?” She smiled sweetly.
Stacy followed her out of the rink in confusion, and they met Angela outside. Angela stayed behind, frowning while they talked.
“First time I’m seeing you very up close, and gawd… you’re beautiful, and your waistline is perfectly carved. Why aren’t you modelling like Rian!” She smiled again.
“Why…are you here, ma?” Stacy asked straight to point.
“I want you for my son, so I won’t cut through corners. I know we’re both busy people.” Kaylee said.
Stacy blinked, her bare face looking so different—babyish.
It’s the first time she’s not wearing makeup, so the delicate features she hides with makeup are all out.
“I and Dorian are friends,” she said respectfully.
“More than friends won’t hurt anyone, my dear.” Kaylee touched her shoulder gently.
Behind them, Angela cringed.
Stacy looked at the hand on her shoulder, then at Kaylee.
“You’re busy, so I’ll give you my business card. I’m inviting you to dinner when you return from your Las Vegas trio next week.” Kaylee said, looking back at Angela.
Angela handed her an exclusive card which she gave to Stacy.
Slowly, Stacy took it.
“I’ll see your beautiful face next week, Stacy.” Kaylee smiled brighter, signalling at Angela.
Angela led her out of the place.
Stacy kept standing there, staring at the card on her palm till it blurred.
“Stace!” Dorian appeared, and she turned, folding her palm on the card she’s holding.
“Heard my mum took you, are you ok? Did she say anything upsetting? Where she?” He asked breathlessly.
“Calm down,” she frowned. “She didn’t eat me. She talked about girl stuffs, so you don’t have to know, and why did you come late?”
“I’m so sorry, tomorrow is my single release, and it’s the first release in a year so I was busy making sure everything goes smooth.” He apologized quickly.
“Apology accepted,” she smiled.
He nearly returned the smile, but he saw the hickey on her neck and the bite mark on her lip.
“What are those—”
“Let’s go start rehearsal! We must win against footballers and enter the Hall of Fame tommorow!” She cut him off without planning to.
She led the way back into the rink, and Dorian followed moodily.
His mood is ruined.
From the cut corner of that frontal, Cove came out, steps silent, phone in right hand and left hand in his pocket.
He has been there, listening.
He heard it all, and he looks like a disaster waiting to happen as he remembered the words Kaylee said.
Want her for his son?
Oh this is the reason he burns people.
But the fact that Stacy took the card is more interesting.
How dare she?
He clicked his phone on, and Zendaya and her father’s movement records yesterday appeared on his screen
How they went the workshop…after they kidnapped Stacy.
He’s only waiting for Stacy herself to figure it out.
She’s smart enough to have it figured out. When she does, then he’s gonna proceed to make Zendaya and her father beg her.
Beg like a dog—a Fuçkin starved dog.
He swiped Zendaya and her father’s records away, and now he’s looking at Roxy’s information.
As his landlady, he hasn’t been paying so much attention to her, but she dared to pull that move?
Not like he liked the studio apartment. He h@tëd it with his soul. That place isn’t even as big as his bathroom in the past, so it’s like an insult, but he stayed there to hide, and she threw him out at his lowest moment—just when his enemy discovered him.
Impressive.
Roxy has somehow entered his list, and it’s cool.
The Las Vegas trip might be her last trip alive.
He pocketed the phone when Trinidad appeared.
“You actually came to campus? Whoa, you amaze me, Ice prince.” She clapped, nodding.
“I h@të nagging, a lot.” He muttered.
She scoffed, following him. “I went to the Chancellor’s office to speak to him. Tania is playing. Her new punishment will be community service for a month.”
“You should join her,” he said.
She hit his shoulder, and he groaned.
“Kane was saying he’s trying to make you goalkeep for our team tommorow, and I nearly laughed. I can’t picture you goalkeeping.” She said freely.
“I’m goalkeeping,” he replied.
“What!” She stopped.
He gave her a blank look and just walked off.
“He’s harder than mathematics, fûck. I haven’t told him I helped him clear the bodies of the five thugs he killed in front of the studio apartment.” She muttered, sighing.
“But he’s goalkeeping for the team?” She smiled, picking her phone.
“But his stitches. Darn, I don’t even know what’s happening in in head.” She muttered.
She nearly texted Scott about it, but Kane joined her, smiling.
“Oh I’m guessing you heard the conversation. He’s goalkeeping suddenly.” She smiled.
“Yeah, I’m too lucky,” Kane nodded, chuckling .
“He’s goalkeeping? Cove?” Scott appeared from the side.
Tania followed behind him.
“Cove? Goalkeeping?”
“Yes! It’s really happening,” Scott said, raising his fist energetically.
“Great news, I’m eagar to see what he can do.” Tania shrugged.
“I’m eager to see what you yourself can play tommorow.” Trinidad said with intentional scorn, and Tania moved closer.
Trinidad towered above her despite her own height.
“Don’t be too confident. I’m thankful you spoke to the Chancellor and I’m now in the game, but that won’t make me go easy on you.” She said.
“I like that,” Trinidad smiled, so full of malice and heated rivalry.
Scott got in their middle, holding the two of them by the shoulders.
“Let’s go practice,” He started dragging them away.
“Arse!” Trinidad cussed.
“Bastard!” Tania cussed too.
But Scott didn’t let them go. He looked back slowly at a point.
His eyes met with Kane’s who’s still there.
He smiled, but Kane didn’t return it. Instead, his gaze lingered on Scott’s arms that are on the girls shoulders….
Till Scott and the girls went out of sight completely.
He returned into the rink, strapped his shoes back on and joined Roxy.
“Where the fûck have you been! We can’t fûck things up tomorrow!” She glared poisonously.
Kane just tendered his hands, and she took it with a hiss, but he intentionally let go.
Roxy fell, hitting her head on the ice with a loud cry.
Kane smiled disturbingly.
Remo’s phone beeped, and he brought it out with an hand.
“You’re so not serious with this rehearsal it’s infuriating!” Tasha shouted.
“I’m still the king of ice skating in this campus. Even if I don’t rehearse, I’ll still ace it. I’m only here cos I wanna sync with you so stop barking.” Remo rolled eyes badly.
“You’re spitting on me, motherFuçker,” Tasha glared.
Remo ignored her and checked his phone. As expected, it’s from Kaylee.
Saved as ‘Horny Widow’
Horny Widow: Tonight. Same Hotel. Same Time. All Night.
Remo smiled.
Frank and Kehlani are the second serious people on the ice. They’re so focused and in sync, majorly because Frank is currently high.
They align a lot.
Elmira is on a break with her partner. She’s sitting on the ice, watching Kehlani h@tëfully.
The fact that she aligns with Frank right now is even more annoying.
She h@tës her to hell.
She pulled out her phone, clicked on Kehlani’s XX videos and nudes.
She blurred Max’s face in everything.
She pasted them on the gist group, scheduling it for thirty minutes.
In thirty minutes, the videos and pictures will upload, and the campus with shatter.
Dorian and Stacy are the most aligned pairs on the ice.
They’re doing it effortlessly, and most of the others are stealing glances at them as their bodies shared moves fluidly, shoes smooth on the ice surface, fingers threading, slipping, communicating.
But Dorian’s mind is not entirely here. Most of the time, he stares at the deep hickey on her neck, and the bite on her lips.
Concentration is hard.
He’s barely holding on to life.
A guard rushed to him on the ice when they were about to finish that routine, and they had to pause.
He whispered into Dorian’s ears….
“It has just been found out that the tyre prints behind the workshop belongs to a Maserati. Zendaya’s father drives a Maserati, sir.”
Dorian’s fists clenched.
“Where’s Mr. Brown right now?”
“He’s on his way to Outright Medias to see Mr. Montana.” The guard said.
“I’ll be right back, Stace. I’ll come back before the coaches arrive for the main rehearsal.” Dorian rushed and left the rink with the guard.
Stacy stopped, breathing hard and wondering what rattled him this much for him to leave suddenly.
But as she wondered, she remembered the hickey on her neck!
She didn’t later cover it with makeup!
What the….
She ran back into the wardrobe suite with wide eyes, getting in front of the mirror.
The hickey glared at her.
Even the bite on her lip.
“Fûck it!” She cussed, wanting to get her makeup bag, but it’s nowhere to be found at all.
She rummaged through the wardrobe.
“Looking for this?” A deep bass voice made her look up sharply.
Cove stood by the inner wall of the wardrobe, holding up the empty unzipped makeup bag.
There’s no makeup inside.
He held it with only his index finger inside the big hole in the zipper.
“What are you doing in a females wardrobe suite? And what did you do to my makeup!” She hurried to him, eyes wider than before.
“You really thought you could wipe off my masterpiece from your skin? You’ll carry that hickey to your grave, and each time it naturally wipes off, I’ll create another one.” He said, cold and dry at a time.
Now she’s finally with him. He pulled Kaylee’s card out of her small leggings pocket, and before she knew it, he broke it into three.
“Cove!!” She yelled, stunned, but his hands grabbed her small shoulders suddenly.
One hard move after the other.
He pushed her into her own personal wardrobe.
It’s tight inside, but he doesn’t care as he had to bend his head to fit in.
She marched his boot, but he pressed her shoulder. She whimpered.
She could feel his breaths everywhere in the small wardrobe. She could feel his scent,…the vetiver made her held her breaths.
She felt cocooned.
“Taking that card is a sin on it’s own. You will not go to Dorian’s Mansion, and you will not skate with Dorian tommorow. It’s very easy to bury people you know.” He whispered.
“What are you gonna do if I skate with him?” She scoffed.
“You’re not gonna enter the Hall of Fame cos I won’t let you win with him. I’m gonna enter football and make them win. And secondly, I’m going to make you regret even climbing the ice!” He threatened.
“Madman, you’re the same person who said I was nothing earlier, and now I mustn’t skate with Dorian? You should be in a rehab you piece of irredeemable—”
Her words died.
He literally killed it when his lips pressed madly on hers.
The small wardrobe door closed.
But it only closed.
Someone is beside the wardrobe, soundlessly.
Zendaya.
She’s right beside the wardrobe, listening to the sound of the kiss.
Her head made a loud noise.
—
[Outright Medias]
Mr. Brown looks clean in his rich brown suit as he climbed out of his brown car, smiling at the colourful skyscraper.
Today is finally the day.
He’s not letting it slip by.
Today, his chase after Albert will start, and in a months time, he’s gonna achieve his aim of destroying him.
The journey of a thousand miles starts with a step after all.
His guards escorted him inside.
He has booked an appointment before now. He didn’t need checks, he was led into Albert’s spacious, organized office.
When he entered, Albert is on his feet, eyes wide.
Coincidentally, he has just received details about the gun.
The investigation is complete, and it has been found out that the gun is registered under Mr. Brown’s name.
And now that Mr. Brown is coming in?
“It’s been a while, Albert.” The fat man smiled brightly, extending an hand even when he hasn’t gotten to Albert.
“A while in hell you motherFuçker!!!” Albert roared, bolting to him.
Mr. Brown stopped on his tracks, unplanned shock settling on his face.
He surely didn’t expect this.
Albert jumped, but before he could land on him, Dorian entered the office, furious as a crazie.
He pounced on Mr. Brown, and the fat man fell.
Not even his guards could save him from Dorian cos right now, the oceanic shade in his eyes is darker again, and he looks different.
All he could visualize is the hickey on Stacy’s neck and the bite on her lip.
He got angrier, throwing blazing, death punches at Mr. Brown.
Left, right, center.
They were killing.
Mr. Brown bled.
Mouth, nose, face.
His blood wet Dorian’s fist, but Dorian is too far gone to look at that.
The sounds of his incessant punching filled the office.
Heavy. Brutal.
Mr. Brown breathed blood till he couldn’t breathe anymore.
He gagged, gasping for breaths, but Dorian’s punches were nonstop.
Albert called his guards in, but they couldn’t hold him away.
“Dorian!” Albert himself pulled him.
But in blind anger, Dorian threw a violent punch back at Albert’s face.
Blood spilled from Albert’s nose, and he went down flat, fainting.
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