CHAPTER 10:
Part of your world.
Quinn

"So, you dated Johnny?"

Mr. LaRusso chuckled as he went in to sip his water, and Mr. Lawrence glared daggers at him.

Mrs. LaRusso invited us over for breakfast, and since I can't go to school with a swollen ankle, she brought me with her. Only for us to see an all out karate battle.

Well, an almost all out karate battle.

"Yeah, just a few months in high school. I wasn't really into guys after that," She drank her mimosa.

"Then why did you marry Jesse?" Mr. Lawrence snapped back.

Here we go.

"Oh, you know why."

I tugged on my moms shirt, gaining her attention.

"Some old man came by the house after you left. Said he was looking for Kristen Kreese."

My mom visibly shuddered and Mr. LaRusso noticed.

"Are you okay? Is it too cold?"

"N-no, it's okay. I'm fine."

Liar.

"Quinn, I heard you're getting closer to recovery. How do you feel?" Mrs. LaRusso asked with the sweetest smile.

"Great," I mouthed.

"Dr. Martin said she's comfortable saying small phrases and words infront of family and her, and that she should try her best to start answering yes or no questions in class."

"But," I signed to my mom and she sighed.

"But, Quinn wants to do something bigger than that. She wants to use for voice at the schools talent show."

"That would be amazing, Quinn!" Mr. LaRusso expressed.

"Or," I looked at my mom with panicked eyes.

"Don't-"

"She wants her best friend to hear her voice first."

"That's so sweet. What's her name?"

"His name is Eli," Mom smirked and I blushed, looking down. Eli said it himself that he can't wait to hear my voice, and so I thought that the honor should go to him.

"Wait, that kid with the mohawk?" Mr. Lawrence asked.

"You know him? In that case, he might not be so good-"

"Hey!" Mrs. LaRusso shouted.

"If she likes him, then she likes him. There's a reason she does, and it's not because he's a jerk."

Thank you.

Eli. . .I can't wait.

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I can't believe this is happening.

I just might die!

As soon as I made my way to the park to meet up with my friends, I was immediately greeted with a spinning hug from behind by Eli.

"How's that for a sneak attack?" The way he held me made my face flush and unfortunately he had noticed.

"I like the way your face looks after I did that. Will you. . .blush like that everytime?" He asked, his tone portraying that he was as nervous as I felt.

And I simply nodded yes, almost eager.

"Guess that's how I'll always greet you then. . .princess," He smirked, and it made me cover my face since I didn't want him to see it become a deeper red and he chuckled.

So embarrassing.

Maybe Sam was right.

I smiled to myself at that thought as we made our way to our friends but I noticed a sad expression on Miguel.

"What's wrong?"

With a heavy heart, Miguel explained the situation to me, and to be honest it sounded like they just needed to communicate. I wrote down how I was with Robby and Mr. LaRusso, and how Robby works for him and even though I didn't stay for dinner, it was obviously a misunderstanding.

But as every man does, he wanted to hold onto his pride.

"Come on, eat something. It'll make you feel better," Demetri recommended.

"I told you I'm not hungry man."

"I still think you're overreacting."

"I'm not overreacting, dude. I know what I saw," I leaned over and quirked my brow, looking at him with the "really?" expression.

"Like you said, you weren't there, Quinn."

"Alright, so you saw her eating dinner with some chode," Eli grunted before kicking a freshman in the face, for practice.

"It's probably just her brother or something."

"No, brothers don't look at their sisters like that," Miguel shuddered.

"Depends what part of the country you're in," Demetri added.

Ew.

"I just don't want what happened to sensei to happen to me," Miguel expressed, and it made sense.

"Alright, so you go over to this kid and beat his ass when you get the chance," Eli mused, and I smacked his shoulder.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"I know Robby, and he wouldn't pursue Sam like that. He's a good person."

"Don't listen to Eli," Demetri leaned back on the park bench.

"It's Hawk."

It's what?

"Yeah, whatever. The fact is that Sam has given you no reason not to trust her."

Miguel shrugged, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

So I wrote down the most important advice I could give in bold letters.

"COMMUNICATION!"

Before Aisha spoke up.

"That little bitch!"

Yasmine or Moon?

"What?" Miguel asked.

"You know that video I posted of me breaking that board?"

"Yeah."

"Look what Yasmine commented," She showed us her phone and clear as day, Yasmine commented:

Impressive. . .can't believe the belt made it around your waist.

Little bitch indeed.

"Oh shit."

"I gotta do something."

We really don't.

"Why don't we kidnap her and have my boy Rico tattoo bitch on her face?"

His boy?

Tattoo?

"Calm down, Hawk," Demetri rolled his eyes, agitating Eli.

"Alright I hear how you're saying it, and I don't like it," He glared.

"You have a tattoo?"

"Y-yeah, wanna see?" He questioned nervously.

"Please don't tell my mom."

"Wait, wait, wait. . .I've got a better idea," From the evidence, looks like Yasmine is throwing a party tonight at the canyon.

"Yasmines throwing a birthday party at the Canyon later?" Miguel questioned.

"Not if we strike first," Aisha smirked, and Miguel looked to me.

"Are you coming?"

"Yeah Quinn, you have to come. I wanna see how you party," Aisha smiled, but I hesitated.

Party's haven't ever really been my thing, just the ones on movies give me the chills.

"Hey," I looked to Eli, "Just stick by me the whole time and I'll show you how a Cobra parties, okay? Plus, I have a surprise for you."

And with that, I nodded yes with the brightest smile on my face.

Unbeknownst to the horror I was about to face.

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This is gonna hurt me a lot more then it's gonna hurt you. Btw I was in-between nicknames that Eli would give Quinn, like kitten or duchess, but hawkwhore on Tumblr helped me settle for princess since he does use it in s3.