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At the movie theater with Hawk, Miguel, and Aisha, Marisol found herself seated beside Hawk, who casually draped his arm around her. While Marisol focused on the movie screen, Hawk playfully tossed popcorn into a nearby girl's bucket. Observing this, Aisha nudged Miguel, asking, "Hey, what's wrong?"

Marisol shifted her gaze in their direction. "I can't stop thinking about what Sensei told me about Sam's dad," he admitted, prompting Marisol to nervously bite her bottom lip. Aisha, intrigued, asked, "So Sensei and Sam's dad have some history. What does that have to do with you?"

Miguel furrowed his eyebrows, shooting her a pointed look. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" he exclaimed, leaving Marisol rolling her eyes. "Yes, Miguel. Spell it out for her," she retorted sarcastically, but he ignored her with a slight eye roll.

"Sam's dad despises Cobra Kai. I'm a part of Cobra Kai. So, by the transitive property, Sam's dad is gonna hate me," Miguel explained, emphasizing the logical connection. Marisol responded with a nonchalant shrug. "Sam's dad never liked Cobra Kai because of Johnny Lawrence."

Miguel and Hawk glared at her. "Marisol!" Hawk scolded, causing her to open her mouth in disbelief. Rising to her feet, Marisol shook her head and walked out of the theater, with Hawk following closely behind.

"Marisol!" Hawk shouted her name, prompting her to turn around, shoving his shoulder slightly. "Leave me alone! You've changed. You're not who you used to be, Hawk! You never side with me anymore. You make me into a villain," she argued, tears welling up as Hawk's nose flared, glaring at her intensely.

He scoffed lightly, the tension palpable. "I haven't changed. I've simply grown more confident. I don't always have to side with you, and I certainly don't cast you as a villain," he argued, his voice firm. Marisol let out a dry laugh. "Yeah, well, you do. I... I don't know if we should be together anymore," she confessed, her words hanging heavily in the air.

Hawk's expression shifted to disbelief as Marisol pushed past him. "Marisol! Marisol Cervantes, come back here!" he shouted, oblivious to the curious stares from the surrounding crowd. With tears streaming down her face, Marisol stormed out of the movie theater, leaving Hawk standing there, grappling with the sudden turn of events.

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Marisol pulled her car up to Sam's house, feeling the need to talk to someone. Knocking on the LaRussos' front door, it swung open, revealing Robby. "Robby??" she exclaimed in surprise. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Marisol? What are you doing here?" he inquired. "I'm here for Sam... I needed to talk to her," she explained.

Robby nodded. "Ah, okay. I think she's in her room," he informed, earning a thankful look from Marisol. Heading upstairs, she knocked on Sam's door. Sam opened it, noticing Marisol looking visibly upset. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked, concern evident in her eyes. Marisol exhaled, "I broke up with Eli." She revealed.

Sam's mouth fell open, and she swung her bedroom door wider to let Marisol in. "What happened?" she stammered, concerned. Marisol shot her a look. "He was being such a jerk! Miguel doesn't even trust you! He went on about how you were so secretive because your dad hates Cobra Kai. I mean, considering the stories he told us when we were together, I pointed out that your dad has never liked Cobra Kai. Then, Hawk scolded me, I walked out, and he started being so hostile, so I dumped him!"

Sam's eyes widened in shock. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed, processing Marisol's revelation. Marisol took a seat on Sam's bed, reclining with a heavy exhale. Sensing her friend's concern, Sam walked over, speaking with earnestness.

"Mars, Eli was a great person, but Hawk... he's terrible. Robby told me he's your cousin and filled me in on what happened the other day. Hawk is a manipulative narcissist. You need to be vigilant and make sure he doesn't pull you under his spell again," Sam advised, her voice filled with a mix of worry and care for her friend's well-being.

Marisol's lips curled into a frown. "I know you're right, but I still believe Eli is still inside him! Hawk is Cobra Kai, and Cobra Kai is manipulative and narcissistic, so he's picking up on that trait. Ugh! I just miss the Eli!" she rambled, covering her eyes with her hands. Sam frowned back, gently rubbing Marisol's arm in a comforting manner.

Marisol's face lit up with an idea. She sat up, smirking, prompting Sam to furrow her eyebrows and tilt her head. "What are you thinking?" Sam asked, narrowing her eyes. "We should smoke some weed," Marisol suggested, earning a surprised reaction from Sam. "What?!" Sam exclaimed as Marisol hummed, smirking. "Yeah! Come on, you never smoke weed! I smoked weed around you one time, and you freaked out."

Sam shook her head. "No! We are not doing this," she protested, firm in her decision. Marisol rolled her eyes. "Come on! Stop being a goody-two-shoes for once," the Cervantes girl urged, a playful insistence in her tone.

"No! How are we gonna do it and not get caught?" Sam exclaimed, expressing concern. Marisol's lips curled into a smirk. "My stepmom. She has weed in my house, hidden away from my little sister. She says I can do it on special occasions. You can just text your dad and say you're sleeping over at my house," she explained, laying out her plan. Sam bit her bottom lip, deep in thought, while Marisol stared at her with puppy-dog eyes. The LaRusso girl exhaled, nodding her head. "Fine."

Marisol's eyes lit up with excitement, and she couldn't contain her joy. She squealed with delight, grabbing Sam and shaking her happily. The room filled with their shared laughter as the two friends reveled in the moment.

—

Natasha readily agreed when they asked her. Sam and Marisol were already feeling the effects, laughing and giggling. "Wait... wait, so... so, you and Eli had sex on his couch?" Sam asked, her words slightly slurred, accompanied by a small giggle. Marisol nodded with a mischievous grin.

"What about you and Miguel? I saw—saw your post," Marisol asked, her curiosity evident. Sam bit her bottom lip, contemplating her response. "Yeah... I kissed him after I posted that, and it didn't feel right. I don't think I'm into guys at all. We aren't official... After the date, I broke things off, and I don't think he realized that. He's still texting and calling me. Plus, I think I have my eye on someone else," she explained, exhaling a plume of smoke from the weed she had just taken a puff of, creating a hazy atmosphere as they delved into personal revelations.

Marisol eyed her, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "We need to post an Instagram," she suggested, and Sam grinned in agreement. The Cervantes girl swiftly pulled out her phone, capturing a photo of the two of them.

As Sam clicked "post," she turned to Marisol with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Without warning, she grabbed Marisol's face and initiated a kiss. Marisol, taken by surprise, momentarily dropped her phone onto the bedside table. However, she quickly embraced the unexpected kiss, reciprocating with equal fervor.

The intensity of the kiss escalated as Sam pushed Marisol back, and soon, Sam found herself on top of Marisol. Their connection deepened as Sam trailed kisses along Marisol's neck, the room filled with a blend of shared laughter and the hazy aftermath of their choices.

Marisol couldn't help but emit a gentle moan between their lingering kisses. Pulling away slightly, she whispered, "I missed your kisses." Sam looked down at her with a playful grin, their eyes locking in a shared moment of connection. "Me too," Sam replied, the affectionate acknowledgment hanging in the air as they continued to navigate the emotions swirling between them.

Marisol, driven by the intensity of their shared desire, pulled Sam into another passionate kiss. Sam, equally eager, responded with a fervor that spoke of the longing they both felt. In that heated moment, Sam began to undress, seeking a deeper connection.

However, Marisol, conflicted, reluctantly pulled away. She gently pushed Sam off, sitting up and creating a physical distance. "I... I'm sorry, Sam. I can't," Marisol confessed, her internal struggle evident in her expression as she shook her head. Sam's eyes widened with a mix of realization and regret. "Shit, I'm sorry—" she started, acknowledging the sudden change in dynamics, an apology laced with understanding for Marisol's boundaries.

Marisol pressed a kiss to Sam's cheek, causing a visible flush. "It's okay, I just don't feel like it... but I don't mind kissing," she smirked. Sam cracked a grin, pulling Marisol in for another desperate kiss. Unbeknownst to Marisol, her phone was lighting up with spam texts from Hawk.

Hawk: MARISOL! Why are you with the enemy?
Hawk: marisol!?
Hawk: answer me goddamn it!
Hawk: why are you getting high with fucking samantha larusso!?

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ash speaks!

the cliffhanger🤭

i'm sorry for the terrible written makeout scene. i suck at them😒

also thank u sm for 600 views on this book!!