Reckless

CHAPTER 3

Kehlani paused, not daring to step closer to this strangely weird boy.

Seems everyone else in the hall paused too, and all attention snapped to Cove who’s just lowering the microphone from his lips.

Even Dorian is staring, wondering what kinda flesh he has in his body. He looks too ordinary, but still bold enough to hit a Ultra Elite?

For the fear of getting stripped, Kehlani stopped going closer to him, but the twins took over immediately.

“Damn, someone needs to smash this i***t’s face to the ground!” Tania ran forward, flinging her fist to his face.

Cove just took one step back.

The punch missed his face, flying beside his jaw, but he wasn’t so lucky.

His head rang cos e received a sudden hit at the back of his head.

Swiftly, he turned around to see the other twin—Tasha. She actually hit his head with another microphone, and she’s currently holding the mic tight, her eyes furious like her twin’s.

Kehlani and Zendaya are with Stacy by now. The medics rushed inside the space, and they gently lifted Stacy onto the stretcher.

Cove is already walking to Tasha, slowly and fluidly, but Dorian quickly blocked his way, stopping him from furthering.

“Guy, you look too ordinary to try this s**t. Stop.” He muttered warningly.

Tania covered Tasha too, both staying at a safe distance from the new guy.

With just one single push, Cove shoved Dorian out of his way.

“Dorian!” Angela held him, handing him over to guards for protection before she faced Cove.

“You nameless rascal with your secondhand jean! Get him!” She yelled, maintaining scathing eye contact with Cove.

She hates this dude already. Cove looked behind her where the twins are standing, and Tania gave him two straight middle fingers.

Cops rushed inside. Five of them.

Cove stayed silent, and his eyes are calm now, but still holding that hot spark of unfriendliness. Even as he was handcuffed, he stayed mute.

“You can’t take him! He was only fighting for me!” Trevor stepped in.

“I dragged him to this concert with me cos I really like Dorian! You can’t arrest Cove!” He shouted.

He went to Dorian, but the guards didn’t even allow him to get close to the golden boy at all.

“Riri, please don’t let him get arrested!” He shook his head.

Dorian looked at Angela, and Angela shook her head too, meaning NO.

She faced Trevor.

“Young boy, the cops don’t belong to Riri. They belong to Stacy,” she explained.

“What!” Trevor’s eyes widened.

By now, Stacy’s stretcher is already getting wheeled out by the medics.

Her girls followed the stretcher, then Dorian got led out by Angela and the rest of the team plus guards.

Cove is still there, held down by the cops. His arms were folded behind him before he was cuffed, so he looks like a bloody criminal right now with his chest pushed forward.

It got worse when reporters entered, taking shots of him and worsening the situation.

The students in the arena did more than reporters. Their cameras flashed his handsome face aggressively.

• Who the hell… is he?

• Damn! He’s fine!!

• Heard he’s a RIDE student

• Student? He looks too ordinary!

• A scholarship student. He’s the second Special Transfer student. Computer Science.

• No no no! A scholarship student in RIDE?? Impossible!

He’s already getting taken away by now, and Trevor is running after him and the cops, begging hopelessly.

Trevor ran alongside the cops who had Cove in their custody, shouting desperately. “Please! You don’t understand, he didn’t mean any harm!”

The crowd was still in shock, murmuring among themselves. Phones were still recording, flashes lighting up the arena like daylight.

Meanwhile, Angela walked calmly, flanked by the guards, toward the stage where the chaos had started. Her eyes scanned the area, ensuring no one else caused trouble.

Stacy, in the stretcher, was groaning slightly. Her girls hovered, faces pale but furious. Kehlani muttered under her breath, “That boy’s insane… who does that?”

Zendaya nodded, still holding her mic, “He’s not just insane… he’s dangerous.”

Back at the detention area, Cove remained silent. His posture, though restrained by the cuffs, exuded an odd kind of authority. It was as if the world paused around him, the chaos fading, leaving only the cold, controlled aura he carried.

Trevor followed, heart pounding. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had just witnessed something unprecedented.

Meanwhile, inside the arena, the remaining crowd was buzzing. The Glitz Society girls had retreated, whispers spreading fast. People speculated wildly about the boy who had slapped a media mogul’s daughter without flinching.

“Who even is he?” one student asked, eyes wide.

“He’s… someone you don’t mess with,” another replied, shaking their head.

Dorian, now safely backstage, exhaled deeply. He turned to Angela, who was watching the retreating scene carefully.

“That… was unexpected,” he muttered.

Angela’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Understatement of the century. We need to make sure he doesn’t harm anyone else before the cops take him fully into custody.”

Back at the police vehicle, Cove finally spoke, his voice low and controlled. “I didn’t hurt her for fun. I warned her.”

Trevor’s hands shook as he reached into his pocket for his phone, capturing every word. “Warned her? Warned her about what?!”

Cove didn’t answer. His eyes, sharp and calculating, stared ahead as the vehicle doors closed.

Meanwhile, the medics treated Stacy, who was still in shock. Her girls hovered protectively, whispering and fussing over her.

“She’s going to be fine,” the medic assured them, though her voice carried an edge of unease.

On the stage, Kehlani, Tasha, and Tania regrouped, their eyes still on the exit where Cove had been taken.

“I swear, that boy…” Kehlani murmured, shaking her head. “He’s not normal.”

“He’s far from normal,” Tasha agreed, glancing at her twin. “We need to figure out who he is before he causes more trouble.”

Meanwhile, the reporters were already drafting their headlines:

“Mysterious Student Causes Chaos at RIDE Concert”

“Glitz Society Ambushed: Who is the Stranger Who Slapped Stacy?”

The story was spreading faster than anyone could control, and the arena was now a buzz of speculation, recording, and gossip.

Later, at Cove’s temporary holding cell, he sat quietly, watching the world outside through the small barred window. Every sound, every movement, registered with precision in his mind.

Trevor, who had somehow found his way into the corridor outside, leaned against the wall, trying to process what had just happened. “I don’t get it… why did he do that?” he murmured to himself.

Back at the Glitz Society, Stacy’s girls convened, their faces tense with worry and anger.

“We need to make a plan,” Zendaya said firmly. “He can’t just walk away from this. Someone has to stop him before he does something worse.”

Kehlani’s hands clenched into fists. “I’ll handle him,” she said, though her voice was tinged with uncertainty. “I’ve never met anyone like him. He’s… scary.”

Meanwhile, Trevor returned to the scene of the chaos, trying to piece together the fragments of what had happened. The crowd had mostly dispersed, leaving behind a few lingering fans and a trail of whispers.

Angela and Dorian were discussing the implications quietly. “He’s not just a student,” Dorian finally said. “There’s something else… something we don’t know.”

Angela nodded, her expression grave. “Whatever it is, we need to find out before it escalates further. That boy is… dangerous in ways we can’t predict.”

Outside, the police vehicle carrying Cove disappeared into the night, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty, fear, and anticipation.

Back at the Glitz Society headquarters, the girls continued to strategize, their minds racing with possibilities. “We need to find out who he really is,” Tania said, her voice steady but filled with determination.

“Yes,” Zendaya agreed. “And we need to be ready for whatever comes next. He won’t stop here. He’s not the type to back down.”

As the night deepened, the city outside remained unaware of the storm that had just been unleashed within the walls of the arena.

Meanwhile, in his holding cell, Cove leaned back, eyes closed for a brief moment. A small, satisfied smile touched his lips. He knew this was only the beginning.

The game had started.

And everyone else? They were merely pieces on his board.