in which, a teenage martial arts prodigy and a brody-type boy with daddy issues finds themselves caught up in the drama of 'karate gangs'.
SEASON ONE-TWO
BOOK ONE, COMPLETED!
D. ALEXOPOULOS X FEM!OC X MULTIPLE. MALE!OC X MULTIPLE.
COVER INSPIRED BY...
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AFTER THE EVENTS OF MORE THAN A FEW NIGHTS AGO, MILENA slept like a baby. Her mother was getting worried, the way she had been smiling in her sleep. The girl even started singing in the shower again. The household was planning to send her to therapy.
None of the Leungs were the most cheerful people— except for Eric, of course, he was always a happy person. They were a family of overachievers who wouldn't be satisfied if they invented flying cars. So when they saw Milena, out of all people, baking cake, they immediately suspected something was off about her.
But there wasn't. She was completely fine, and she just felt so much lighter after coming out to Demetri. The next step would have to be telling her parents, however that felt like entering the Bermuda Triangle. They weren't homophobic. Hell, her mother would constantly force the whole family to go to protests. She just was a little afraid of what their reactions would be.
Today was another day of school, consisting of having honors classes with Demetri, enjoying P.E., and laughing at serious matters. And cyberbullying was one of them.
"Cyberbullying is no laughing matter," Counselor Blatt stood in the middle of the cafeteria, and Milena wasn't taking anything seriously— probably because she stole Kyler's vape pen in Calculus. "Sending a cruel message to someone online can be just as hurtful as saying it in person."
"No it can't. Literally, just turn off your screen," she whispered to her table, causing Demetri to snicker along with her. Miguel stifled a laugh, shaking his head, and Eli was silent— per usual.
"I'm not gonna name names, but the other day a mother called me up because her son was crying after some kids online made fun of his facial deformity," As soon as she said the phrase "facial deformity", not-so quiet whispers emerged from almost every other table, singling out the group of four. Real subtle.
"You know, if you're sick of getting bullied, my karate dojo is looking for recruits," Miguel informed them.
"Yeah, right," Demetri said, and she could feel his sarcasm anticipating its return. "You hear that, Eli? A little karate training and you're gonna kick some major ass."
"I'm serious, Demetri," His offer was intriguing, she'd admit, but he was advertising to the wrong group of people. One considered dreams of fighting nightmares, and the other couldn't man up if God himself told him too. "My sensei's the real deal. I'm sure I could get you both discounts. You too, 'Lena."
"As enticing as that sounds, I think we'd rather spend our afternoons playing Crucible Control than getting hit in the face,"
Miguel sighed in defeat, before turning to the only girl there. "'Lena?"
"I'm already taking Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu," she said. "Plus, karate has a bad rep in my opinion. The other day, some guy started harassing people to join his dojo. Said that Jiu-Jitsu's a cheap knockoff of karate. White people are idiots."
