CHAPTER SEVEN
✧ kreese's pet ✧

introducing...
sasha pieterse as blaire nichols (present for season two through four)

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CLEMENTINE WAS NOT EXPECTING TO WAKE UP AT 3AM AND BEING ARRESTED along with her brother. The abrupt intrusion of police officers disrupted the peaceful slumber of the two individuals, who found themselves abruptly arrested for charges related to Vandalism and Destruction of Property. Despite the gravity of the situation, the Katz girl exhibited a nonchalant demeanor, leaning her head against the wall and engaging in a playful display by blowing a raspberry and casually tossing a ball.

Amidst this peculiar scene, the ambiance inside the cell became strained as the cellmate of the Katz girl voiced her discontent. "Hey! Cut it out. Your ball antics are disrupting my digestion," she reprimanded, clearly annoyed by the impromptu display.

She scrunched her nose in disgust, releasing a sigh that resonated with a mixture of resignation and irritation. As if seeking solace, Clementine diverted her attention, looking out the window, perhaps attempting to distance herself from the peculiar dynamics unfolding within the confines of the cell.

A police officer approached, the jingle of keys accompanying their arrival at the cell door. "Alright, Katz, you've made bail," the officer informed her. Clementine gasped, leaping to her feet and hurrying out of the cell, guided to the front desk where she encountered her Aunt Anastasia. "Oh, hey, Aunt Anastasia," she greeted with a smile, only to receive a flick on the forehead from Anastasia. "Ow!" Clementine exclaimed, shooting her aunt an offended look.

Anastasia wasted no time in addressing the matter at hand. "Why the hell did you and your brother vandalize a boy's house?" she yelled at Clementine, who responded with a scoff. "He deserved it! He tried to hurt Demetri."

Anastasia's disapproval manifested in a solemn headshake. "That doesn't justify vandalizing someone's house, Clementine!" she scolded, her voice carrying a blend of frustration and concern. Unperturbed, Clementine responded with a dismissive eye roll, seemingly unswayed by the gravity of the situation.

In the midst of this family confrontation, Tyler, Clementine's brother, made his appearance, sporting his hat with a casual backward tilt. Anastasia's ire redirected toward him. "And you! You're her big brother; you should have stopped her, not helped her!" she exclaimed, swiftly relieving Tyler of his hat and repurposing it as an improvised tool of retribution.

A playful gesture turned into a comical scene as Anastasia playfully smacked Tyler with the hat, creating a dynamic where the seriousness of the conversation was punctuated by a lighthearted yet firm lesson. "Hey!" Tyler protested, flinching and retreating under the unexpected barrage of hat blows, adding a touch of humor to the otherwise tense family exchange.

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LATER THAT DAY, after calming Robby down on the phone, she headed towards Cobra Kai. As she entered, all eyes turned in her direction, and whispers rippled through the room. Miguel's eyes widened, and he approached with a puzzled expression. "I'm shocked you're here..." he began, his voice trailing off, while she furrowed her eyebrows in response. Her heart quickened, fearing they had discovered her role as a spy.

"We heard that you... uh, got arrested," Miguel whispered to her, causing her eyebrows to shoot up. A mix of anxiety and relief surged through her. "Oh, yeah. My Aunt bailed me and my brother out. We're off the hook," she explained with a casual shrug, dissipating the tension in the air.

Miguel nodded as Hawk confronted them. "What the hell do you think, coming back here after you toilet-papered my house and keyed my car!?" he yelled, almost shoving her, but she skillfully dodged. Raising an eyebrow at him, she retorted, "Don't get your pants in a twist, Eli. You deserved it. No need to be whiny," declaring her stance as she walked confidently to the front, under the watchful smirk of Kreese.

Johnny emerged from his office, commanding attention. "Everybody, get your gis on. Katz, I'll get you one. Training starts in five minutes!" he announced. Clementine exchanged a puzzled look with Miguel, who mirrored her confusion. "Yeah, what's wrong?" Johnny barked, noticing the perplexed expressions on his students' faces.

Miguel took a step forward. "N-N-Nothing's wrong... I just thought we were heading to the woods for a special training today," he stammered, catching Johnny's attention. Johnny glanced back at Kreese, who leaned against the office door frame. "What's happening in the woods?" Johnny inquired, turning his gaze back to Miguel.

"I thought I could show them Coyote Creek," Kreese explained to Johnny. As realization dawned, Johnny's eyes widened, and the two adult men began a hushed exchange, whispering to each other in earnest.

Hawk, perceptive of the tension, stepped forward, determined. "We're ready, Sensei. We want to prove ourselves," he asserted with a resolute nod, embodying the collective sentiment of the group. Johnny's gaze lingered on each of them, contemplating their readiness. "It's up to Sensei Lawrence. If he says it's okay, then, and only then, is it okay," Kreese interjected, reinforcing Johnny's authority. The air hung with anticipation as the students awaited Johnny's decision, their collective determination palpable in the dojo.

Miguel directed a pleading gaze at Johnny, prompting him to make a decision. "All right, let's go. Katz, you won't be participating. You need to watch and observe how Cobra Kai operates," Johnny declared, met with a dramatic exhale from Clementine. Unfazed, she theatrically pleaded, "Come on, Sensei! Let me use my fists," drawing a chuckle from Miguel.

Johnny hesitated, biting his lip, while Clementine shot him an eager look. "Okay, fine. But don't get hurt," he warned, pointing directly at her. Undeterred, she raised her hands triumphantly. "I've taken a few online classes. I should be fine," she declared confidently.

As the scene unfolded, Kreese observed with an amused expression, rubbing his chin in fascination. The shift in dynamics caught the attention of Blaire, another student in the dojo, who glared at Clementine. Blaire, often considered "Kreese's pet," felt a sense of rivalry and discontent seeing Kreese's interest in the newcomer. The subtle tension and rivalries within the dojo began to intensify with this unexpected turn of events.

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ONCE THEY GOT TO COYATE CREEK, The group was organized into two teams, placing Clementine between Tory and Miguel. Johnny took charge, addressing the assembled students. "Gentlemen, ladies, welcome to Coyote Creek. You've been split into two teams," he announced, drawing a smirk from Hawk. "Red... and black." As the teams were unveiled, Clementine discovered she was on the black team.

However, amidst the reveal, she couldn't ignore the intense glare from a blonde girl on the red team. The hostility in the gaze created an uncomfortable sensation in Clementine's stomach, signaling an underlying tension and rivalry brewing between the teams. The dynamics within the group were becoming increasingly palpable, hinting at the challenges that awaited them in their training at Coyote Creek.

Kreese's voice resonated through the air, setting the tone for the challenge ahead. "The goal is to capture as many headbands as possible from the other side. Today, the people across from you are not your friends. They're not your brothers. They are the enemy," he proclaimed, strolling down the trail that divided the competing teams.

As the tension heightened, the blonde girl from the opposing team locked eyes with Clementine. In response, Clementine met her gaze with a challenging stare, hoping to gauge a reaction. However, rather than backing down, the blonde girl intensified her glare, fixating on Clementine with a fierce determination. This unexpected response caught Clementine off guard, prompting a furrow of her eyebrows in surprise and contemplation of the brewing rivalry on the battlefield of Coyote Creek.

"The last team standing... wins."

Miguel, seeking clarification, looked at Johnny and asked, "How do we get the headbands?" In response, Johnny's directive was clear and uncompromising. "By any means possible. No rules," he stated, setting the stage for an intense and unrestricted competition. This prompted Clementine to narrow her eyes in Kreese's direction, sensing the potential for a challenging and unorthodox exercise.

Johnny, mindful of the dynamics, intervened with a crucial reminder. "Use your judgment. This is just a training exercise," he emphasized, urging the participants to approach the challenge with a degree of discernment and reinforcing the overarching purpose of the exercise as a form of training rather than a full-blown confrontation. The atmosphere charged with anticipation and the potential for strategic maneuvering hung in the air as the teams prepared for the unbridled competition ahead.

"Correct, but remember, this is your life," Kreese asserted, holding up the red headband. The gravity of his words lingered as he added, "You lose it... you die." The last part carried a suspicious tone, prompting Clementine to eye him with a mix of caution and scrutiny.

A guy rushed over, nearly colliding with Clementine. "Hey, guys! Sorry I'm late. Traffic on the 118 was a real pain. Tried putting Coyote Creek into the nav, but nothing came up," he explained, catching his breath.

Clementine stood with crossed arms, scoffing at the newcomer. "You look like you just came out of a motorcycle gang," she teased. Hawk couldn't contain his laughter, though it gradually subsided when Johnny shot him a stern look.

The guy, undeterred, nodded upward and removed his glasses. "Well, I just decided to flip the script, Hawk-style," he explained with a hint of pride. Clementine widened her eyes in surprise, breaking into laughter and playfully pointing between him and Hawk. Amid the amusement, Hawk rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. In contrast, Kreese grumbled disapprovingly about Stingray's unconventional appearance, hinting at a clash of styles within the Cobra Kai dojo.

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CLEMENTINE HID BEHIND BUSHES. Clementine crouched low, hidden in the verdant camouflage of the bushes, her keen eyes tracking the approach of her unwitting sparring partner. The boy, oblivious to her lurking presence, ambled along the forest trail. Anticipation hung in the air like a silent crescendo as Clementine poised herself for the imminent engagement.

With a surge of energy, Clementine propelled herself from the underbrush, executing a perfect leap to land gracefully in front of the unsuspecting boy. The woods transformed into their personal arena, a place where every rustle of leaves and every sway of branches became an organic part of the unfolding duel.

Clementine and the boy faced off in the heart of the woods, surrounded by towering trees and a carpet of fallen leaves. The atmosphere crackled with the promise of an intense karate duel. They circled each other, eyes locked in unwavering focus, each anticipating the other's moves.

Their opening salvo was a symphony of strikes and blocks. Clementine's movements were a fluid dance, a fusion of Cobra Kai's pragmatism and traditional karate finesse. She threw a quick jab, testing her opponent's defenses, followed by a sweeping kick that showcased the agility ingrained in her training.

The boy responded with a series of swift kicks, his movements demonstrating a blend of speed and precision. Each clash of limbs echoed through the quiet woods, creating a dynamic rhythm as they exchanged blows. Clementine seamlessly transitioned between defensive blocks and calculated counterattacks, her strikes punctuating the air with a controlled force.

The terrain beneath their feet became a canvas for their martial artistry. Clementine executed a spinning hook kick, her foot tracing an arc through the air. The boy, nimble in his defense, ducked and weaved, countering with a roundhouse kick that demonstrated both skill and technique. Leaves rustled with the intensity of their movements, and the forest seemed to pulse with the energy of their engagement.

As the fight progressed, they delved deeper into their repertoire of techniques. Clementine unleashed a rapid combination of strikes—a flurry of punches followed by a powerful front kick. The boy, resilient, retaliated with a well-timed sidekick, the impact reverberating through the air.

Their dynamic dance reached its peak, the martial exchange evolving into a kaleidoscope of kicks, punches, and evasions. Clementine, in a moment of strategic brilliance, feigned a retreat, drawing the boy forward. Seizing the opportunity, she executed a perfectly timed leg sweep, bringing him to the ground.

Breathless but determined, they regrouped. The boy, acknowledging Clementine's prowess, surrendered the red headband—a trophy earned in the midst of their intense and intricate karate battle. The quietude of the woods returned, leaves settling as silent witnesses to the depth of skill and technique displayed in their martial exchange.

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Clementine quietly navigated through the surroundings, discreetly studying people's strategies from the concealment of the bushes. Lost in her observations, she inadvertently collided with someone, causing her to stagger back. "Apologies, I didn't—," she began, then looked up, realizing Miguel towered over her. "My bad," he chuckled as she regained her footing. "No worries!"

The resonance of Hawk's voice reached their ears, prompting them to navigate toward its source. Mitch's expression contorted into one of disbelief as he confronted Hawk. "What the hell, man?" he hissed, bewildered by the unexpected twist. Hawk, however, responded with a cocky smirk, as if reveling in the unfolding drama.

"Sorry, ass-face. Today, you're the enemy," Hawk quipped, his sarcasm permeating the air. The tension among them simmered, and Miguel, in response, raised an eyebrow, a silent inquiry etched across his features. Meanwhile, Clementine, ever observant, focused her attention on the chain around Hawk's neck, a detail that seemed to hold particular significance in the unfolding dynamics.

He lifted Mitch's headband triumphantly, declaring, "Makes five kills." His hand then reached for the chain around his neck, revealing Mr. Miyagi's Medal of Honor. Clementine's jaw dropped in immediate recognition, the weight of the revelation sinking in. "That little..." she began in disbelief. Miguel, noticing her reaction, furrowed his eyebrows. "What is it?" he inquired, and Clementine, jaw clenched, uttered, "That's Mr. Miyagi's Medal of Honor."

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AFTER SEEING THAT IT WAS CONFIRMED IT WAS HAWK, Clementine's internal turmoil boiled over as regret and anger clouded her thoughts, prompting her to question her decision to spy. With these emotions weighing heavily, she retreated back to the group. However, before she could fully regain her composure, an unexpected force slammed into her from behind, sending her tumbling to the ground.

A startled squeal escaped her lips, and as she shook off the disorientation, she found herself looking up at Blaire, the very girl who had been casting hostile glares her way. Annoyance etched Clementine's expression as she pushed herself up from the ground, confronting Blaire head-on.

"What is your problem?" Clementine questioned, her tone edged with irritation. She faced Blaire, determined to address the sudden aggression. "I don't even know you. Why do you hate me so much?" The frustration in her voice echoed the confusion and exasperation swirling within her, demanding an explanation for the unwarranted hostility.

Blaire's glare bore into Clementine, her jaw clenched tightly, harboring resentment and possessiveness. "You're threatening. Kreese... he's taking a liking to you, and I should be his favorite," she declared, the words heavy with a sense of entitlement. Clementine, unimpressed, scoffed and regarded Blaire with an incredulous look.

"Do I look like I care what Kreese thinks about me? I'm done. I don't want to be in a dojo full of bullies," Clementine asserted, her voice laced with determination as she shook her head, disassociating herself from the toxic atmosphere.

As Clementine started to walk away, Blaire, under her breath, muttered a derogatory remark. "Pussy," she sneered, attempting to provoke. The insult didn't slide past Clementine. Swiftly pivoting, she seized the moment, forcefully shoving Blaire into a nearby tree. The impact was harsh, and Blaire's back collided with the bark.

"Don't call me that again," Clementine threatened, her glare intense and unyielding. The tension hung in the air, as the clash between the two girls unfolded against the backdrop of the dojo's contentious environment.

Blaire's laughter echoed through the woods, her taunting words hanging in the air like a challenge. "Wanna prove you're not a pussy?" she sneered, giving Clementine a forceful shove. "Then let's fight." Both girls, surrounded by the serene yet charged atmosphere of the woods, assumed combative stances, a natural arena for the impending clash.

As Blaire initiated with a punch, Clementine's agility came to the fore, gracefully dodging the strike. Quick on her feet, Clementine capitalized on the opening, retaliating with a well-aimed punch to Blaire's side. Blaire, momentarily off balance, staggered back, and a triumphant smirk adorned Clementine's face.

Yet, the dynamics shifted abruptly. Blaire, displaying unexpected resilience, spun around with surprising speed, delivering a powerful kick to Clementine's stomach. The impact jarred Clementine, causing her to stumble backward amidst the natural backdrop of the woods. A scoff escaped her in response, the intensity of their impromptu confrontation palpable in the outdoor arena.

Clementine, undeterred, regained her footing. The rhythm of their exchange continued, each movement a calculated dance between aggression and defense. Blaire, fueled by a mix of competitiveness and resentment, unleashed a series of rapid punches, testing Clementine's reflexes. Clementine, in turn, weaved through the onslaught, her movements fluid and precise.

A renewed determination flickered in Blaire's eyes as she executed a swift roundhouse kick. Clementine, anticipating the move, ducked under the kick with finesse, her instincts guiding her through the intricate dance of combat. Seizing the moment, she countered with a well-executed sweep, aiming to unbalance Blaire.

The forest floor bore witness to the clash, leaves rustling with each movement. The girls circled each other, the tension escalating as they sought openings for their strikes. The air crackled with the energy of their confrontation, a fusion of nature's quietude and the intensity of their impromptu battle in the heart of the woods.

Blaire, fueled by a renewed determination, intensified her assault. She skillfully parried Clementine's attempts to counter, gradually gaining the upper hand. With a swift, calculated maneuver, Blaire managed to disarm Clementine, snatching her black headband from her head. The victory was evident in Blaire's eyes as she twirled the headband triumphantly.

Clementine, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected turn, found herself without her prized headband. A glint of defiance flickered in her eyes as she faced Blaire. Undeterred, she sighed dramatically, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Fine, I'm a 'pussy'," she declared, making air quotes around the word. The choice of words seemed to disarm Blaire momentarily, the impact of Clementine's nonchalance evident.

With an exaggerated shrug, Clementine turned away, walking off into the woods. Blaire, though victorious, couldn't help but laugh at the audacity of Clementine's response. The echoes of their clash lingered in the air as the two girls retreated, leaving the woods to absorb the remnants of their intense and unexpected encounter.

As Clementine navigated away from the woods, Johnny intercepted her path near the training area's edge. His concerned expression prompted her to share her frustration. "Hey, Katz, where are you going?" Johnny questioned, his concern genuine. Clementine sighed, the weight of her recent encounters palpable. "I don't want to be in a dojo full of bullies. Hawk stole a medal, and that blonde girl is the whole definition of a mean girl and a teacher's pet."

Johnny, trying to understand, raised an eyebrow. "Tory?" With a shake of her head, Clementine clarified, "No, the other blonde."

"Blaire?" Johnny confirmed. "Yeah, just ignore her. You've got good potential, Katz," he encouraged, offering a glimmer of reassurance.Despite Johnny's attempt to sway her decision, Clementine's frown deepened, a mix of disappointment and determination in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but you have a class full of bullies. Miguel, Tory, and Aisha are nice, but the rest of them are bullies."

Johnny persisted, recognizing her potential and wanting her to tough it out. "Come on, Katz. You can tough it out. It's not always easy." he pleaded. However, Clementine remained resolute, her resolve unwavering. "I've had enough, Sensei. I need a dojo that respects everyone, not just a select few."

As she walked away, Johnny watched her go, a sense of conflict etched on his face. Meanwhile, unseen by both, Kreese observed from the shadows, a sinister glint in his eye. Fascinated by Clementine's defiance, he began formulating a plan to draw her back into the intricate web of Cobra Kai's influence, already scheming ways to make her return inevitable.

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CLEMENTINE HEADED TO THE LARUSSOS. When she knocked, Robby swung the door open, expecting nothing more than a regular day, but his expression quickly shifted from casual to concern as he saw Clementine standing on the doorstep. Her face bore the signs of a recent struggle – bruised and cut. Without a word, he motioned for her to come inside.

"Is this Cobra Kai's doing?" he inquired, worry etched across his features. Clementine nodded silently, her gaze fixed on the ground. "We went to Coyote Creek... and it didn't end well. I couldn't go through with it. I told your dad I couldn't take it anymore, even though I wasn't there long. It was a bunch of bullies, and he tried to get me to stay, but I left."

Robby's concern deepened, and he gently guided her towards the bathroom, his hand on her shoulder. "Who was bothering you?" he asked. He retrieved a white plastic first aid kit from the cabinet, the familiar red cross on its cover. Opening it with a click, he laid out the sterile pads, antiseptic wipes, and adhesive bandages. Turning to face her, Robby's eyes met Clementine's, his concern evident.

Clementine sighed, "This girl, Blaire. I don't know who she is, but she hated me. I mean really hated me. She's the one who did this." She pointed to the visible marks on her face.

Robby took a deep breath, trying to stay composed as he began cleaning her wounds. "You're beautiful. Just ignore her, Clem," he whispered, his voice a comforting murmur. As he finished cleaning her face, he leaned in to kiss her gently. Clementine managed a smile through the pain, appreciating the solace that Robby provided in that moment.

With a tenderness that belied his tough exterior, Robby moistened a cotton pad with antiseptic solution. Gently, he began to dab at the bruised areas on Clementine's face, his movements deliberate and careful. The sting of the antiseptic met her wounds, and she winced, but he continued with unwavering focus.

As he worked, Robby's mind swirled with a mix of emotions – anger at the bullies who had hurt her, concern for her well-being, and an overwhelming desire to provide comfort. He moved methodically, tracing the contours of her face with a delicate touch.

Clementine winced occasionally, but the pain seemed to dissipate in the warmth of Robby's presence. The bathroom echoed with the sound of their breathing, creating a cocoon of intimacy amidst the harsh reality of the outside world.

As the last bruise received its gentle treatment, Robby looked into Clementine's eyes with a reassuring smile. The wounds were still visible, but there was a newfound softness in their shared gaze. He leaned in, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead, a silent promise that he would stand by her side through whatever challenges they faced.

Clementine felt the tenderness in Robby's touch as he finished cleaning her wounds. In that moment, the atmosphere shifted from pain to an unspoken connection. Their eyes met, conveying a shared understanding of the comfort they found in each other.

Robby, still holding the cotton pad, set the first aid kit aside. Slowly, he cupped Clementine's face in his hands, the rough calluses on his fingertips contrasting with the softness of her skin. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, a sweet and reassuring exchange that spoke volumes without the need for words.

The world outside the bathroom seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the simplicity of the moment. The only sounds were the soft exhales between kisses and the subtle rustling of fabric as they held each other close.

Clementine's hands found their way to Robby's shoulders, fingers lightly tracing the lines of his back. His heartbeat resonated through the touch, a steady rhythm that echoed the comfort they sought in one another.

They lingered in the embrace, savoring the closeness that offered solace and a brief escape from the challenges they faced. The bathroom became a sanctuary, a place where their connection deepened with each tender kiss, a silent promise of support and understanding.

As the intensity of their kisses deepened, the air between them crackled with a mixture of passion and reassurance. Robby's hands delicately explored Clementine's back, drawing her even closer. The warmth of their connection drowned out the harsh memories of the day, replacing them with a sense of belonging.

Clementine's fingers traced the contours of Robby's neck, a silent acknowledgment of the solace he provided. Their breaths synchronized, creating an intimate rhythm that mirrored the unspoken bond they shared. In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and they found refuge in the simple act of being together.

Robby's lips traced a path down to Clementine's neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses. Each touch carried the weight of understanding, a silent assurance that they were in this together. The bathroom, once a space of healing, transformed into a haven of shared intimacy.

As they finally pulled away, their eyes met once again, conveying emotions that words could hardly capture. The bruises on Clementine's face may not have completely faded, but the kiss had mended something deeper—an unspoken promise of support, resilience, and a shared journey through whatever challenges lay ahead.

Feeling the magnetic pull between them, Robby's strength enveloped Clementine as he effortlessly lifted her off the ground. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, creating an intimate closeness that intensified the connection they shared.

Their kisses deepened, becoming more fervent and passionate. The bathroom, once a space of healing, now crackled with an energy born from the intensity of their emotions. Robby's hands cradled Clementine with care, supporting her weight as they continued to lose themselves in the shared warmth of their affection.

Time seemed to stand still as their lips met with a fervor that spoke of unspoken desires. The world outside ceased to exist, and the only reality that mattered was the bond they were strengthening. Clementine's fingers found their way into Robby's hair, gently intertwining in the soft strands as their kiss deepened.

Robby's movements were both tender and commanding, a delicate dance between strength and vulnerability. The bathroom echoed with the symphony of their shared breaths and the subtle rustle of clothing. The passion in their kiss held an unspoken promise—a commitment to face whatever challenges came their way together.

As they finally eased out of the kiss, the air between them crackled with an electric charge. Robby's gaze met Clementine's, both reflecting the depth of their connection and a silent understanding that they were each other's sanctuary in a world full of uncertainties.

Gently setting Clementine back down, Robby looked into her eyes with a mixture of tenderness and intensity. The lingering passion from their kisses hung in the air, a palpable reminder of the solace they had found in each other's embrace.

As they caught their breath, a shared smile passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond that had deepened in that small bathroom sanctuary. The harsh realities of the day felt momentarily distant, overshadowed by the strength they drew from one another.

Robby brushed a strand of hair away from Clementine's face, his touch gentle yet possessive. "We'll face this together," he murmured, the words carrying a weight of commitment and assurance. Clementine nodded, her eyes reflecting gratitude for the refuge they had created in the midst of chaos.

With a final soft kiss on her forehead, Robby stepped back, leaving the bathroom with a newfound sense of unity. The world awaited them outside, but for that brief moment, they had carved out a space where their connection thrived—a testament to the resilience of love in the face of adversity.

ASH SPEAKS...

AHHHH I LOVE THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH!! we're getting closer to s3 (3 chapters away) which means robby goes to juvie and my girl is heartbroken ☹️☹️

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS LONG CHAPTER!!!