Reckless - S01 E74

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Reckless - S01 E74

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 74

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[Delgado Twins Mansion]

Tania has refused to eat since she returned from the campus at dusk, and till now, Tasha is still pleading with her to eat a spoonful.

Tania lay in bed, chest down, so her arse shot up.

Now that Zendaya isn’t part of the Glitz Society anymore, it’s safe to say Tania’s arse is the biggest now.

But Tasha has large hips.

Tasha sat beside Tania in bed, holding a plate of salad—Tania’s favorite with cake at the side.

What kinda weird human eats cake with salad? Tania Delgado.

Her face is buried in her pillow, and Tasha slapped her butt.

“Are you gonna continue starving yourself? Your community service starts tomorrow so it’s better you get up right now and fill your stomach instead of laying there!”

Tania didn’t move, but the sound of her sobs could be heard.

Tasha pulled her legs, dragging her to the middle of the bed, but Tania crawled back up to her initial position, face tucked in pillow.

“Seems you want me to call dad and mum and tell them their daughter is fasting without prayers here! Do you want your ulcer to flare up again? Bîtch! I’m losing my patience!” Tasha shouted, and that was when Tania raised her face.

The redness scared Tasha so much she gasped, pushing the salad and cake plate away before sitting back beside her twin sister.

“Hey, hey…” She held her face. “I understand your pain. I know the pain of working hard and not getting acknowledged, but we’re still 20—still young. There’s plenty time to make exploits.” She said.

Tania hiccupped. “Even the Chancellor! I h@të him! He was allover Trinidad, but I was treated like a foot rag! I wasn’t even looked at! You know how much I worked hard for that game!” Tania cried.

“Of course I do, but remember this is only the first game of the semester. Second game is still coming after tests, and third game is still coming after exams. Don’t dim your spirit darling. You know I love you so much.” Tasha said.

“Don’t sweettalk me, but I love you too!” Tania hiccupped again.

Tasha smiled, wiping her tears. “And you should know Since you sent that boy to coma, the Chancellor has held a grudge against you. Just do well with your community service and try to control your temper for the rest of this semester. Then watch how your records change!”

Tania nodded and hugged her twin, still shedding slow tears.

“Miss Delgado, it’s ok.” Tasha rubbed her back gently.

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[Kehlani’s Mansion]

Kehlani’s menstrual craving for mint ice cream came as fast as the wind at half past eleven, and after checking the freezer to see no mint flavor, she went out to buy some for herself, using the opportunity to browse since she doesn’t wanna sleep.

They’re gonna be writing tests throughout this week, and she has to read through her notes.

She’s just getting back from the ice cream place, and as she parked her car in the garage and killed the engines, she took the bag of ice cream and inhaled the mint deeply.

She and Stacy crave weird things during their period, but she’s still better than Stacy.

Stacy would probably crave to chew ice cubes if it were her.

Sometimes, she wonders how Stacy’s pregnancy cravings would be in the future if her period cravings is weird like this.

Kehlani had a scoop of her ice scream with her tongue before getting down from the car, but she immediately received a phone buzz.

She checked the phone, and her brows squeezed.

The text: I can still smell the clean vanilla scent of your coochie in my nose. I swear if you let anyone else fawk that hole, I’ll kill you.

Kehlani’s tongue stabbed her inner cheek, and she scoffed.

Obviously, it’s Max.

“This animal is always eagar to show his horns.”

She turned off the screen and proceeded inside, but her phone buzzed again.

The text: Saw you at the ice cream company just now but didn’t wanna call you since you said you didn’t wanna be friends. I’ll just watch from afar. And no, I wasn’t stalking you, my family owns half share of the bestselling ice cream, fast food and fruits drink companies in this country, so I was making rounds.

This one is definitely from Reid.

Kehlani smiled, sighing. “Now this is how a human texts.”

She shut the door with her leg.

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[Young Mansion]

At 12am, Scott couldn’t take rolling around his bed anymore.

He hasn’t been able to get himself to sleep, and it just keeps getting worse as the minutes rolled.

He went downstairs and opened the kitchen freezer to get himself the jug of cold water.

The weather is currently cold, but he doesn’t even know what he wants. He just wants something in his mouth.

He drank directly from the jug, and water leaked from his mouth to his chest, wetting him fast.

By the time he dropped the cup, he saw he wasn’t alone in the kitchen again. Kane is by the door, staring.

Kane actually came to get a cup of chilled water too.

Immediately their eyes met, Kane rushed back, leaving the kitchen.

Scott went after him, and in the process, his hand mistakenly pushed down the jug. It fell, and water splashed everywhere. The jug shattered to three.

Scott caught up with Kane on the staircase, pulling him back by the bulge of his arm.

Kane turned around and pressed Scott’s arm scar.

Scott scoffed. “It’s been more than a month since you stabbed me, so it’s healed. Now you tell me why the fûck you’ve been ignoring me! I didn’t do anything wrong to you!”

“Keep your voice low!” Kane whispered, but Scott grabbed him by the neck, pulling his face close for a kiss. Kane pulled back.

“Kane…” Scott muttered, face impatient, eyes burning like coals. “Stop avoiding me, I’m—”

And in the next minute, Kane’s lips descended on Scott’s, catching and eating, swallowing it whole.

At the same time, he pushed Scott to the base cubicle of the staircase where they both hid.

Silas appeared on top of the staircase, looking suspicious as his hawk-like eyes rolled under his glasses.

He had heard noises, but now it seems untrue, so he heaved and returned to his room.

Under the base, Scott’s lips are still trapped in Kane’s mouth.

Kane actually heard Silas’ footsteps when the man was coming, and he had to shut Scott up with a kiss and push him here.

Now that Silas is gone, he can’t seem to stop himself.

He kissed Scott harder, and Scott who has been starving for this kissed back just as hard, his head slamming on the cubicle wall as Kane shoved him to the surface, breaths soaking.

Their kiss was Wild. Hard.

It lacked bounds, and the sounds from their lips hit the walls, bodies rubbing, heat forming.

Scott’s hand entered Kane’s pants in no time, and when he got a hold of his already hard cóvk, Kane broke the kiss, and before Scott could get it, Kane was already climbing up.

Scott came out of the cubicle, looking at the staircase with starving eyes.

He shoved his ten fingers in his hair, biting his lip with heavy breaths.

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[Tuesday, Elite2 Hotel]

Trinidad stirred in bed, elbows stabbing the mattress as her arms propped, and a groan escaped her lips as she rolled to another side.

But this isn’t her bed. Her bed doesn’t have the scent of freesias.

Her eyes widened as soon as it opened, and she immediately sat up, her short hair scattered funnily and stretching to different directions.

She nearly jumped when she saw Trevor sitting beside her, smiling.

He had watched her sleep. Instead of sleeping in Matteo’s suite, he sat beside her on this chair and stared at her throughout the night.

“Chill, T-girl. You’re in my suite. Wizard said I should take you here after you… fainted.”

“I didn’t faint,” Trinidad smirked dastardly. “That bastard knocked me out. Where’s he?”

“He left the hotel like he wanted to go kill someone this morning, I dunno where he went.” Trevor said.

“He always looks like he wants to kill someone,” Trinidad yawned lazily. “And Matteo?”

“Today is the garage reopening, so he went early.”

“Wait, what’s the time?” Trinidad blinked.

“Past 8.” Trevor blinked too.

“Holy Sh|t!” Trinidad jumped down the bed. “Our first test today is by 9. As the class president, I have to be in campus now! Where’s my shoe!”

She turned around to search for her shoes, and their eyes caught the bed at the same time.

There’s a stain! A red stain.

Obviously blood.

Trinidad’s eyes widened, and chains of embarrassment shackled her immediately.

Trevor quickly dragged the bedsheet off the bed with a smile.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. You should wash up here, I’ll call the hotel help to bring you clothes and pad.” He said comfortably.

Trinidad scratched her neck with her index finger. “Thank you, Trevor. But ask for tampons instead. I don’t use pads.”

“I got it.” Trevor smiled again before leaving the room.

Trinidad went on her knees, burying her face on the floor.

“Screw you! My d@mn period. I’m gonna be late for my test! I h@të being a female! I h@të it!! I want a dîck so bad! Pvxxy is overrated!!!”

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[Estate]

The promise Cove held himself back from fulfilling last night is presently getting fulfilled as he drove his way boundlessly towards the estate gate, his hands red on the throttle.

It’s still so bloody, and few of his knuckle bones are crushed cos he had punched the wall all night.

He hit his head too, so now, both his forehead and knuckles are bleeding.

The blood stained his eyes and jaws and temples. There’s barely any blood-free space on his face.

His palms? They’re wet with the blood from his knuckles too.

The estate guards saw him coming, and merely seeing his face, they knew trying to stop him would be useless, so they shot at his tyres.

The bike threw him off immediately, but he spranged up and distributed bloody punches and kicks to the guards despite his ruined knuckles.

The guards were still groaning, following the rule of ‘no shooting a civilian’ when Cove ran into the right estate inside that estate.

The guards contacted Albert though, and surprisingly, Albert told them to let him inside.

Cove bolted into the mansion without getting stopped at all by the compound guards.

Anita was serving Albert’s breakfast when he entered, and they both acted like they didn’t see him.

Cove audaciously went upstairs and opened the door to Stacy’s room with a bang, but she’s not in.

She’s nowhere.

“Stacy,” he muttered, losing his mind all-over again.

“Young man!!!!” Albert’s voice hit him from behind, and he turned.

Albert’s blow met his face, and Cove’s ink-black hair covered his eyes.

He didn’t stagger, but Albert didn’t stop punching him, seeming to have decided to seek justice with his blows

“Where’s she?” Cove kept asking as each vengeful blow met his bruised face from Albert.

“In your face!” Albert would reply and punch him again.

Now, Cove looks like he got into an accident cos his face is battered, and he’s not even touching Albert.

Behind them, Anita stood, looking scared at the escalation.

“Oh my gawd.” she whispered.

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[RIDE University, Panel Hall]

Elmira wasn’t shaking like the judges expected from her.

She has been sitting in front of them for ten minutes now, but she has also refused to give out a reaction.

Her palms are on her laps, and she’s calmer than a lake.

The judges are ten, and as they assessed her with their eyes, she stared back till the Chancellor was able to open his lips and talk.

“Elmira Wolfe, daughter of Anita Wolfe who lied about her background while relying on sponsorship from friends…”

“The school isn’t against sponsorship,” Elmira spoke brazenly. “Cove Fabio is on sponsorship too, so why is mine a crime?”

“Yours is a crime cos you lied!” The Chancellor spat angrily. “Saudi Arabia CEO? Too far.”

Elmira’s throat tightened as she looked for something else to say. Her defences began crumbling, and now she seems like she can’t return their judgy, slicing stares again.

Her palms sweated.

“And what if I decide to adopt her as s sister?” A overconfident voice said from the hall door.

All eyes moved there, and they were stunned at the appearance.

Roxy stood there with the help of her walking cane under her armpit.

Shaved head, and the red paint on her head hasn’t finished peeling, so she looks like a oracle. Her face has dry bruises, and the big gown she wore covered her body harms.

She looks greatly sick and weak, but still….that defiance in her eyes is still there, even multiplied.

“Roxy!” Elmira spranged up, tears of joy spilling out of her eyes.

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[Campus Dirtyard]

Tania rolled her hair up and inserted a pen to hold it, then she wiped sweat from her chin, picking the long broom back from the ground.

She has been sweeping since the end of the first test. Today marks the start of her community service.

Kehlani and Tasha are sitting on a rooftop above her, watching her work since no one is allowed to help.

“The Chancellor is so cruel,” Kehlani groaned, sighing.

“I know, right?” Tasha replied.

“And could you believe that Max texted me last night saying gross things about my coochie?” Kehlani showed Tasha her screen.

“Delusional, even animals don’t behave this way.” Tasha nodded.

“Do not gist without me!!” Tania screamed from below.

“And Stacy is suddenly taking a three days break from school? Her dad won’t even give us a reason or tell us her location.” Kehlani said.

“Do not gist without me!!” Tania repeated from below.

The girls grinned, but before they could talk some more, the school erupted below them.

A loud scream suddenly came from the main computer science building, and they exchanged glances before rushing down the rooftop.

Even Tania dropped the broom and ran there to drink the tea too.

And when they got there? Their mouths couldn’t close.

Cove is just entering the campus with bloodied, beaten face and fingers.

Blood is even still dripping off his fingers as he emerged, and students are gathered, watching and howling.

What happened to this deranged fellow again?

“Is this the insane guy Stacy is into?” Kehlani gasped.

“I still can’t process it, really. No one can tell me he doesn’t belong on a psych hospital” Tasha said.

“Why do I feel like this is related to Stacy?” Tania said.

Remo and the rest are at the back, all with scoffing faces.

“I should thank whoever was able to beat him this way.” Remo said.

“Intense,” Kane muttered.

“I swear.” Reid said.

Trinidad rushed down the computer science staircase, and her eyes widened when she saw him.

“Holy cow! Ice prince!”

Cove walked past her, into the class. Another shockwave hit.

Computer Science students are still writing tests, so he merely took is laptop, loaded his questions with bloody fingers and started answering, blood dripping off him.

The supervising lecturer and the other students gagged.

Trinidad entered the class slowly, seeing that he’s already writing his test. She gasped.

“What kinda nut went lost in your head, ice prince?” She muttered.

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[Three Days Later, Vegas]

Jeremy wore a soft fabric turtle neck before wearing a blazer on top, making sure it covered him.

He’s standing in front of a standing mirror in his ward.

His finger is still bandaged, but he’s wearing classic, smooth mittens to cover up the bandage.

He insisted on getting discharged today, and Kaylee didn’t even argue. She’s tired of Vegas too.

She can’t wait to return to LA and resume his sessions with Remo.

She stood behind Jeremy with Angela. They’re both dressed to leave too. Their jet is ready.

Jeremy adjusted his blazer again, listening to their words.

“Are you sure you really wanna go back today?”

“I missed four school tests already. Also, I’m not comfortable being here.” Jeremy replied curtly, voice balanced.

He pulled his turtleneck to cover his neck better, and he moved his legs to turn away from the mirror, but past regretful memories briefly flashed through his head.

Memories of himself crying and begging…

“We shouldn’t do this. She’s someone’s daughter! Let’s take her to her family! I don’t mind going to jail!”

As the words looped in his head, he shook his head, shaking off the scene.

He pulled out his bleeping phone, and on the screen sat a text from a secret number…

• Don’t loose guard, Jeremy. Dorian is waking up soon.

He acted blank, pocketed the phone, then he walked out of the ward, eyes colder than ice.

Angela and Kaylee walked by his left and right hand sides.

Behind them, the ward TV news came on loudly.

🎙️ The injured metal god will be returning to LA today after a successful vocal surgery in Vegas. DIAMONDS are at the edge of their seats in hot anticipation. Since Dorian stopped them from fighting for him, is he gonna do the fighting himself? We’re all waiting for…

The news faded off as the three left the hospital, and thirty minutes more, they were entering the jet.

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[Los Angeles, Goth Bookstore]

The atmosphere in the store today is different. Instead of the normal protocol of people coming in to pick books and settle down to read, it’s another scenery entirely.

Now, people come in and just gape at the strange silver-eyed guy sitting in front of the bookstore fireplace.

He has been sitting there since last night, and he hasn’t moved an inch from that chair, and he hasn’t blinked at all too. It’s as if someone glued his silver eyes to the fire and he might die if he looked away.

The only subtle movement he has been doing is picking honey eclipse chocolate bars from a bowl in front of him and eating.

He has eaten one full carton, and now there are several empty wrap papers of the chocolate littering the floor around him.

Another thing is his face which looks like someone pounded it with a pestle. Fresh, untreated bruises and redness dominated it.

His knuckles too, they look so hurtful, but he doesn’t look like he’s hurting as he unwrapped another chocolate bar to eat.

It’s been three full days since Stacy disappeared, and for the first time ever, he’s clueless about her whereabouts.

Her friends definitely have no idea cos he watched their movements and they haven’t been moving strange.

The OBSCURE app is on her phone, so if he wants to track and watch what she’s doing, she’d have to be with the phone, but she left the phone at the mansion, and when he went to the mansion, her dad pounded his face which he allowed.

It won’t speak well if he had beaten his doll’s father to oblivion.

Now this is one of the reasons he has to be in Australia. OBSCURE can track locations, but he has other apps that can suggest possible locations too. It’s one of the apps the bîtch stole from him which he has to get back.

This city is grounding him.

The past two days had been empty in his existence.

He just smokes, smokes, and smokes.

He can’t even code. He has centered his activities around her completely.

So he came to this bookstore to prevent himself from punching the wall again.

He hasn’t left this chair since last night, and he hasn’t stopped looking at the fireplace. It’s keeping him restrained, surprisingly.

But if he makes the mistake of looking away, he’d ruin things, starting from this bookstore.

But the devil always has a way with things, doesn’t he?

Cos he heard a voice similar to Stacy’s at the coffeehouse opposite the bookstore, and he stood.

He rushed to the glass window, staring out of it intensely.

It’s a honey-haired girl passing by with her puppy.

His broken knuckles folded, and he lost the restraints.

Now, the animal in him wants just one thing; set the coffeehouse ablaze.

His jaws ticked, and he stepped out of the store, taking decisive steps towards the coffeehouse.

But halfway to the building, his phone made several dings.

He stopped, realizing that sound. Sound of a location coming on.

He pulled out his phone, and his eyes twitched when he saw it’s really on.

Stacy’s location!

It’s Fuçkin on??

He changed direction, getting on his new bike at the store park.

His knuckle bones shifted under his epidermis as he drove off.

The cold air slapped him in the face, and the bruises stung, but the sting is a blessing at this point.

Ten whizzing minutes was all it took to get to the burnt industrial building

Off the bike, he rushed inside, and surprisingly, a ground cellar door is open widely.

He didn’t bother using the ladder. He jumped straight in.

And right in front of him, Stacy stood, tears in her eyes. She’s sniffling, holding her phone.

She had told her dad to bring it over this morning, and her dad left for work few minutes ago.

She didn’t say a thing, but her eyes nearly widened when she saw his bruised battered face.

Cove didn’t move. He’s still standing on the spot he landed on. The darkness in his eyes intensified in a whim like he’d pounce on her.

“Did you have fun hurting me?” She whispered, sniffling brokenly again. “Did it make you hap—”

Before she could land, Cove’s knees lowered and met the ground.

He knelt in front of her, fully like a sinner ready for slaughter.

Her eyes widened.

“I’m maddeningly sorry, Dollface.” He whispered.

TBC.