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Marisol and Tory pulled up in front of the school, the engine of Tory's car purring softly. Tory glanced over at Marisol, a determined look in her eyes. "You ready for this, chica?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement. Marisol met her gaze, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Can I be honest? I have zero fighting skills, not even a hint of karate," she admitted, her voice laced with a touch of self-doubt. Tory's eyebrows shot up, her eyes widening in surprise. "What? No way!" she exclaimed, her disbelief evident.

Marisol gave a nod while Tory let out an exasperated sigh, complete with an eye roll. "Fine, I'll handle the fighting," she grumbled, clearly annoyed. Marisol nervously bit her bottom lip, twirling her fidget ring as she watched Tory step out of the car. She followed closely behind as they made their way into the school building. The sound of the announcements echoed through the halls, drawing their attention to the office where Suzie Liuana was stationed.

Without hesitation, Tory swung the door open, catching Suzie off guard. "Hey, what the heck? You're not supposed to be in here!" Suzie exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and annoyance. Ignoring her protests, Tory engaged in a brief struggle with Suzie, determined to get hold of the microphone.

Tory finally snatches the microphone from Suzie's grasp, leaving Marisol to shoot her an apologetic glance. With a determined click of the button, Tory begins her message, "Samantha LaRusso. Marisol and I know exactly what you did, and trust me, you're gonna pay for it..." She pauses, glancing back at Marisol, who offers her an encouraging look, urging her to continue.

Marisol takes a deep breath, her hand gripping the microphone. She relaxes her shoulders and with a sigh, clicks the button. "Tory's coming for you, Sam," Marisol declares, her voice filled with a mix of determination and intensity. With a final flourish, she drops the microphone, their message delivered.

Marisol turned to Tory, her eyes widening with anticipation as she caught sight of the devilish grin on Tory's face. "Come on," Tory encouraged, her voice filled with excitement and determination, as she gently grabbed Marisol's arm, their fingers intertwining. Together, they walked down the bustling hallway, the sound of lockers slamming and laughter echoing in the air.

As they made their way through the sea of students, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. The hallways filled with a rush of students, their chatter blending with the shuffling of feet. Undeterred by the chaos, Tory and Marisol pressed on, their destination clear in their minds.

Finally, they reached the center of the school, a space where the energy seemed to crackle with anticipation. Tory and Sam locked eyes, their gazes filled with a mix of defiance and determination. They began to walk in a slow circle, the tension between them palpable. Marisol stood off to the side, her fingers nervously picking at her lips, a clear sign of her anxiety. She watched the confrontation unfold, her heart pounding in her chest, unsure of what the outcome would be.

Robby quietly emerges from behind Tory, positioning himself next to Marisol. He scans the scene, his brow furrowing with curiosity. "What's going on?" he asks, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and concern. Marisol meets his gaze, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I'm sorry..." she begins, her voice trailing off as she struggles to find the right words.

Robby's expression deepens into a puzzled frown as he tries to make sense of the situation. Sensing the tension in the air, Tory steps forward, asserting herself. With a determined tone, she confronts Marisol, pushing her towards Robby. "We saw what you did at the party. You kissed Miguel," Tory reveals, her voice carrying a mix of accusation and disappointment.

Marisol's eyes widen in shock as she turns to face Robby, searching for a reaction. The weight of the revelation sinks in, and she watches as Robby's face morphs into a somber expression, his brows furrowing with a mix of hurt and confusion.

Marisol's heart twisted with a mix of pain and betrayal as she witnessed Sam moving on so quickly with someone else right after their breakup. But the pain deepened when she discovered that Sam had actually cheated on her. "I... I..." Sam stuttered, her eyes filled with regret, unable to find the right words to explain herself.

In the midst of the emotional turmoil, Tory, driven by anger, threw a punch, aiming for Sam. However, Sam managed to dodge it with swift reflexes. Marisol's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden escalation. "Tory, I didn't realize you meant a full-on physical fight!" she scolded, her voice tinged with a mix of shock and concern. Tory responded with a mischievous wink, clearly enjoying the intense battle with Sam.

Feeling a surge of panic, Marisol looked around, desperately trying to find a way out of the chaotic situation. She knew she had no fighting skills and needed someone to have her back. The crowded room only added to her anxiety as she pushed through the people, hoping to find a friend who could support her in this unexpected confrontation.

Marisol's heart raced as she spotted Moon amidst the chaotic crowd. With a sense of urgency, she called out, her voice filled with panic, "Moon, we have to do something!"

Moon pursed her lips, her expression determined as she tightly gripped Marisol's hand. Together, they pushed through the throng of people, their determination propelling them forward.

"Come on, guys, can't we all just find a way to get along?" Marisol shouted, her voice pleading for peace amidst the escalating tension. But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as the atmosphere grew increasingly volatile.

Suddenly, a burst of aggression erupted nearby. One guy forcefully shoved another, causing Marisol and Moon to instinctively scream and swiftly move out of harm's way. The sound of lockers rattling echoed through the hallway as the altercation unfolded.

Feeling a surge of adrenaline, Marisol's protective instincts kicked in. She pushed her way through the crowd, her movements assertive and forceful, clearing a path for herself and Moon. With grit and determination, they navigated through the chaos, their eyes fixed on finding safety amidst the escalating confrontation.

The guy's eyes bore into Marisol's with a deadly intensity, his gaze filled with malice. "You're a Miyagi-Do, aren't you?" he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt. Marisol's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she took a few cautious steps back, trying to distance herself from the brewing confrontation.

Fear gripped Marisol's heart as the guy forcefully pushed her against the locker, his intentions clear. Determined to protect herself, she mustered all her strength and swiftly aimed a knee towards his groin, causing him to double over in pain. In that moment, Marisol's eyes locked with Moon's, who wasted no time in using her foot to push the other guys aside.

Seizing the opportunity, Marisol and Moon clasped each other's hands tightly and sprinted down the hallway, their footsteps echoing against the walls. Adrenaline coursed through their veins as they sought refuge from the chaos, their hearts pounding in their chests.

    They took a stop. "Thanks, Moon." she thanks as Moon grins at her. "It's no problem. That guy is a jerk! Like learn some respect for girls." she ranted as Marisol laughed. "Agreed.." she trailed off, looking over her shoulder to see Hawk devilishly smirking at Demetri.

Marisol's eyes widened with a mix of fear and determination. "I'm sorry, Moon... but I gotta stop Hawk! He's gonna hurt Demetri," she choked out, her voice trembling with concern. She quickly patted Moon's shoulder, silently conveying her gratitude for the support, before taking off in a sprint after them. The adrenaline fueled her every step as she raced to protect Demetri, despite their recent disagreements.

As Marisol closed in on the unfolding scene, her heart pounded in her chest. "Eli, stop! Leave him alone!" she shouted, her voice filled with a mix of shock and desperation. Time seemed to slow down as Marisol witnessed Eli abruptly come to a halt, his eyes scanning the area frantically in search of Demetri. The labyrinthine halls of the computer labs and science labs provided a brief respite for Demetri, allowing him to elude Eli's relentless pursuit.

Eli turned to look at her, a smug smirk spreading across his face. "Nice to see you, Mars. Here to help?" he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Marisol's eyebrows furrowed, and she scrunched her nose in confusion. "What the heck, Eli? What happened to you? The Eli I used to know wouldn't be violent, especially towards Demetri," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Marisol's eyes widened in disbelief as Eli rolled his eyes dismissively. "I'm not soft anymore," he spat out, his words sharp and bitter. With a forceful push, he swung open the doors to the computer lab hallway, leaving Marisol standing there, stunned by the sudden change in her once-friend.

Marisol couldn't help but groan in frustration as she followed Eli's lead. "Demetri! I know you're in here. Figured you'd hide in the computer lab, you damn nerd!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the hallway. Marisol stood at the entrance, her arms crossed and her jaw dropped open in disbelief.

She knew she had to help Demetri. As she glanced to her side, she noticed a locked door. With a quick glance back at Eli, who was struggling with another locked door, Marisol seized the opportunity and stealthily made her way into the computer lab. There, she finally spotted Demetri, hidden away and in need of her assistance.

Marisol quickly dropped down to a crouch, carefully closing the distance between herself and Demetri. With a light touch on his shoulder, she tried to get his attention. Just as he was about to let out a startled yell, she swiftly brought her hand up to cover his mouth, her index finger pressed against her own lips, urging him to remain silent. The once-loud hallway fell into an eerie silence, devoid of Eli's voice.

Demetri's heart raced, a lump forming in his throat as he slowly stood up, his movements deliberate and cautious. He couldn't help but scan the surroundings, his eyes darting back and forth, searching for any sign of Eli. With each passing moment, the tension in his body grew, until finally, he let out a sigh of relief. Eli was nowhere to be found, and Demetri could feel the weight of that realization lifting off his shoulders.

"Boo." Eli's voice echoed in their ears, causing Demetri's eyes to widen in fear. He hastily darted out of the room, desperate to escape Eli's pursuit. However, Marisol stepped in, blocking Eli's path with a determined expression. "Stop it! No more, Hawk," she snapped at him, her face filled with bitterness.

Hawk let out a dry laugh, attempting to brush past her, but she firmly grabbed his arm. "No! You need to stop. Demetri humiliated you, and do you want to know why? Because you've been relentlessly bullying him, and that's not what a true friend does! Ever since you joined Cobra Kai, you've become a completely different person."

Hawk locked eyes with Marisol, his gaze filled with a fiery glare that could melt steel. "I don't give a fucking care!" he shouted, his voice laced with venomous disdain. Unfazed by his outburst, Marisol erupted into hysterical laughter, her amusement echoing through the room. "You forget, Hawk, you were a nerd too!" she fired back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Frustration surged through Hawk's veins, and with a groan, he pushed her aside, his touch surprisingly gentle.

As Marisol stumbled slightly, her fists clenched tightly, her eyes hardening with determination. In a swift and powerful motion, she grabbed Hawk by the waist, utilizing her hidden strength to hurl him against the nearby wall. The impact was bone-rattling, leaving Hawk momentarily dazed and breathless, while Marisol stood tall, her triumph evident in her triumphant stance.

He crashed into the wall, a pained grunt escaping his lips. He stared at Marisol, his eyes filled with disbelief. "I told you, no more bullying," she exhaled, her voice filled with determination. Hawk's frown deepened, his glare hardening as he accused her of betrayal. "You're a traitor!" he yelled, his anger fueling his actions.

With a swift motion, he threw a punch towards her. Reacting quickly, Marisol blocked the punch with her arm, showcasing her knowledge of Miyagi-Do karate, which she had observed while watching Sam practice. Hawk's expression shifted to shock as she swiftly retaliated, delivering a powerful punch right to his nose.

He let out a pained grunt, clutching his throbbing nose, stumbling backward in disarray. With a fierce battle cry, he charged forward, forcefully propelling her into the nearby computers. Time seemed to slow as she collided with the unforgiving floor, her eyes tightly shut, and her body lying still, unconscious.

A gasp escaped his lips as he noticed her head beginning to bleed. "No, no! Oh my god, oh my god!" he screamed in sheer panic, his voice trembling with fear. "Help! Somebody, please help!" he desperately pleaded, his voice echoing through the room. Overwhelmed with guilt and remorse, he couldn't tear his gaze away from her lifeless form, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of regret and anguish.

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After that intense incident, both Marisol and Miguel were rushed to the hospital for medical attention. It was Robby who kicked Miguel off the balcony, causing all this chaos. To avoid getting in trouble like Robby, Hawk decided to cover up the truth by lying about what happened. He claimed that Marisol had tripped over a chair and hit her head accidentally. But Mila, being observant as always, could see right through Hawk's facade. She could sense the guilt in his eyes, knowing that something more sinister had occurred.

In the midst of all this, George hadn't seen Marisol in a while, so when he received the call, Natasha swiftly picked up Mila, and they hurriedly made their way to the hospital to join George. As they sat there, Mila couldn't help but watch Eli with a guilty expression as he peered through the window, perhaps reflecting on his actions. Meanwhile, Natasha and George were engaged in deep conversation with the doctors, seeking answers and updates. It was a tense and uncertain moment for everyone involved.

Eli pressed his tear-filled eyes against the cold glass, his heart heavy with a mixture of sorrow and anxiety. In a nearby room, Sam's sobs echoed through the halls as she grappled with her own worries for Miguel, Robby, and Marisol. Mila, her jaw clenched tightly, approached Eli, her presence a silent yet powerful support. As he turned around, their eyes locked, conveying a deep understanding of the turmoil they were all facing. The room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of the situation hanging in the air, as they stood there, united in their shared concern.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice laced with remorse as he met Mila's furious gaze. Her eyes narrowed, her anger palpable as she unleashed her pent-up frustrations. "You think a simple apology will fix everything? Just before Marisol decided to give you another chance, everything was finally falling into place. She and Sam had finally found happiness together. She didn't want to fight anymore, she didn't want to become like you. But now, because of your actions, everything has been shattered!" Mila's voice grew louder, her words filled with accusation and disappointment.

Eli's gaze dropped to the floor, his face bruised and tear-stained, a testament to the guilt he carried. The weight of his actions hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the consequences of his choices.

Natasha hurriedly made her way towards Mila, her eyes filled with concern as she reached out to pull her away from the escalating situation. "Mils, not now," she pleaded, her voice tinged with sadness as she tried to guide her to a quieter spot.

However, Mila forcefully wrenched her hand free, her fury propelling her forward. With a swift and powerful shove, she sent Hawk stumbling backward, his balance disrupted. "I never want to see your sorry ass near my sister again, you jerk!" Mila's voice reverberated with anger, her words cutting through the air like a knife. Natasha's gaze turned stern, a silent admonishment for Mila's outburst. She hoped to quell the tension and restore a sense of calm amidst the chaos.

"Hey, watch your language!" Natasha scolded, her voice filled with admonishment as she firmly grasped Mila's hand, guiding her away from the escalating situation. Eli couldn't help but steal a glance back at the window, his gaze fixated on the heart-wrenching scene unfolding before him.

Through the glass, he witnessed Natasha and Mila entering the room where George tenderly held Marisol's hand. A mixture of emotions played across George's face as he pressed a gentle kiss to Marisol's hand, tears streaming down his cheeks, a poignant display of his love and anguish.

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Sam winced as the needle pierced her skin, the sting of the stitches a painful reminder of the recent events. Just like Marisol, her arm bore the same scratches, a physical testament to the chaos they had endured. Tears streamed down Sam's face, streaking her mascara and eyeliner, leaving dark trails in their wake. Daniel stood steadfastly beside her, his grip on her hand providing a sense of security and reassurance. "Don't worry, Sam. Everything's gonna be alright," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I'll make sure this girl pays for what she's done. She's getting expelled, no doubt about it."

"I don't give a damn about Tory. All I care about is Marisol and Miguel being okay," Sam sobbed, her voice trembling with raw emotion. Daniel shook his head in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock. "I can't believe Robby would do something like that," he muttered, his voice laced with disbelief.

Sam glanced at him, her expression a mix of guilt and anguish. "It's all my fault. I shattered Marisol and Robby's hearts," she choked out between sobs. Daniel's tone grew urgent as he interrupted, refusing to accept her self-blame. "No! No way! Don't you ever say that, Sam. It's not true," he insisted, his voice filled with determination and support.

Ashh, I could feel the weight of her emotions as she sobbed uncontrollably, her tears flowing freely. Amanda, trying to hold back her own tears, offered a comforting presence. "I really, really hope Marisol wakes up," she managed to say through her sobs. Her voice trembled with desperation as she continued, "I... I need her! She's the only one who truly understands the scars that I carry." The words came out in fragments, interrupted by her hysterical crying. The room filled with a heavy sense of longing and fear for Marisol's recovery.

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George's heart skipped a beat as the sound of his phone pierced through the heavy silence in the hospital room. With one hand tightly holding Marisol's, he reached for his phone with the other. Natasha, needing a break from the emotional turmoil, had taken Mila home to find solace. George's eyes widened as he saw Marisol's name flashing on the screen. Without hesitation, he tapped on the notification, finally able to listen to the voicemail that had been lingering for days. It was a message Marisol had left when she was at Tory's, a few nights ago. The weight of anticipation hung in the air as George prepared himself to hear her voice once more.

He pressed the listen button, bringing the phone to his ear. "Hey, dad. I really hope you're okay. It's been a while since that night... and I know you didn't mean to hurt me. I just wish you could stay sober this time. But I guess I can't say that, 'cause you'll always be an alcoholic, no matter what. But I want you to know that, regardless of everything, I love you so much. I heard that Natasha is trying to get full custody of me and Mila, and even adopt us. It's tough, you know? I think you started drinking again 'cause you miss mom, even though you love Natasha. Mom was your high school sweetheart, after all. By the way, I found some old high school yearbooks the other day. I had no idea you were in Cobra Kai with Johnny Lawrence! Can you tell me more about it? I'm so confused and curious. Maybe that's how you met mom? Anyway, I gotta go now. Love you!!!"

George couldn't hold back his sobs, his heart aching with the absence of her presence. He wished with all his might that the events leading up to this moment could be erased from existence. As his trembling hand glided down his tear-stained face, Dr. Cassandra entered the room, her presence a bittersweet interruption. "I'm sorry, Mr. Cervantes," she gently informed him, her voice filled with empathy. "We need to take her up to surgery."

George nodded, his eyes never leaving Marisol as the doctors carefully prepared her for the operating room. With a heavy heart, he rose from his seat, his legs feeling like lead. The journey to the hospital cafeteria seemed like a distant blur, but the growling in his stomach reminded him of his own needs amidst the chaos.

Determined to find solace even for a moment, he made his way to the elevator, hoping for a brief respite. As the doors slid open, revealing the confined space within, George's eyes widened in surprise. Standing before him were none other than Johnny Lawrence and Daniel LaRusso, their presence adding an unexpected twist to his already tumultuous day.

The Murphy man couldn't help but roll his eyes, his frustration evident as he stepped into the cramped confines of the elevator. Ignoring Daniel's attempt at small talk, George remained silent, his focus fixated on the illuminated buttons. With an air of sarcasm, Daniel couldn't resist a snarky comment, his voice dripping with disdain. "Oh, great," he muttered, his tone laced with mockery. The tension in the elevator was palpable, each man lost in his own thoughts, their unspoken animosity filling the air.

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ash speaks!

oh wow. uhm. theres a lot of foreshadowing ig??! but yyayyy!! season three🤭🤭 i'm actually sort of excited!?