Selena Lopez is a teen on antidepressants with slight anger issues who wears too much black around her eyes. After being away with a relative for almost a year she comes back home, expecting her life to be as it was before she left. Boy was she wron...
"Oh my god." I snickered at Miguel as I walked up to him, he was holding Aisha's phone and he used it to call Sam. He sighed and looked down, looks like that call didn't go so well.
"You better put that back or Aisha's gonna smack you on the balls." I suggested, Miguel nodded and put Aisha's phone back in her bag where he got it.
"She wouldn't even have a conversation with me." Miguel moped, his posture slouching down, I sighed and patted his back.
"Look, if Sam really wanted to get back together with you you'd be together again already. The best thing for you right now is to just try to move on or find something else to occupy your time with. The more you think about her the more you'll get bummed out."
"I know I need to move on, but she's always on my mind.. everything reminds me of her." I just shrugged. "Then the only person you have to blame for how you're feeling on is you." I walked away and went to Hawk and Aisha.
"Hey babe, what do you think. Shithead one and Shithead two?" I snorted slightly since they were thinking up names for the newbies. I stood beside him, looking at the awkward looking boys up and down. "Meh." I shrugged.
"I was thinking more, Mary Kate and Asshat." The three of us snickered.
"Well my name is Chris-" Hawk cut him off by asking him if he said he could speak, I rolled my eyes, wrapping an arm around Hawk's. "Chill baby, they're new they don't know what they can and can't do yet."
Miguel came up to us, shaking hands with the guy who's name was Chris, "Guys look, they're just messing with you. Besides, everyone knows your names are Assface and Douchebag." I laughed, fist bumping with Miguel.
I heard the door open and turned my head to see who it was, seeing an old dude with a bag, he looked creepy. He was looking around, analyzing the entire dojo, the fuck.
I leaned over to Miguel, moving my head in the direction of the old guy, "Who's that?" I asked him, Miguel shrugged, walking over to him.
"Hey can I help you sir?" The guy looked at Miguel up and down, "No, but maybe I can help you." I shivered a little, jesus christ he's creepy.
Sensei walked out of his office, seeing the old guy and whispering something to him before they walked into his office for a bit.
"He's so creepy." I blurted, shivering again.
After a few minutes they both walked out and we all lined up, I was next to Hawk again like I always was. "Class! We have a visitor, this is Mr. Kreese. He's just an observer, pretend like he's not even here." Johnny looked a little nervous and tense, I had never seen him like this before, just who is this guy? Wait Kreese? That name sounds familiar.
Miguel stepped up to the front of the class to warm us up, but for the last move everybody did a dab. I did not participate because I refuse to dab, I will never dab I don't care if my life depends on it.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
