In which four exchange students
from Italy arrive to the valley in the midst
of a karate rivalry and end up right
in the middle of it all.
( moon x fem!oc )
( male!oc x hawk x male!oc )
( miguel diaz x male!oc x sam larusso )
[ cobra kai end of se...
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"NO, È STATO UN ERRORE. VOGLIO TORNARE IN ITALIA E NON ANDARMENE MAI!" (No, this was a mistake. I want to go back to Italy and never leave) Alessandro said as the four teens stood outside of the office, waiting for Moon to come back with their schedules. He was fidgeting nervously, constantly looking around. "La spaventosa ragazza bionda mi ucciderà." (The scary blond girl will kill me)
"Starai bene. Ci hai!" (You'll be fine. You have us!) Dawson exclaimed, patting the long haired boy on the back.
"Non è confortante." (That's not comforting)
"Okay, so I have your schedules!" Moon chirps, skipping out of the office with a small stack of papers in her arms. "So, I read them. Me and Eleonora have the same homeroom— which is art! Yay!" She handed the blond her schedule. "Giovanni, Alessandro, and Dawson, you three have the same class, which is biology."
"E non pensavo che questo giorno potesse peggiorare.Mi sbagliavo." (And I didn't think this day could get any worse.) Alessandro scoffs, an annoyed look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"He just hates biology. Anything science related, really." Eleonora explained, throwing an arm around Moon's shoulders as they made their way down the hallway.
"No, it's not that." Alessandro shrugged, following a bit behind the two. "It's that I have to spend first period with these dumbasses." He gestured to Giovanni and Dawson, who smirked at him.
"Well good luck with that," Eleonora blew them a kiss as they reached her classroom. "Vi vedrò idioti in musica!" (I'll see you idiots in music!) With that, Moon dragged her excitedly into the classroom.
"Ora dobbiamo solo trovare la nostra classe." (Now we just have to find our class) Giovanni hummed, looking down at his map. "Siamo vicini." (We're close)
Alessandro froze, letting his two friends walk ahead of him as he connected eyes with Samantha LaRusso. He looked at her, horrified, and she shared the same expression. Without a second thought, the long haired boy quickly ran into the boy's bathroom.
"Che cazzo?" (What the fuck?) Giovanni asked, sharing a confused look with Dawson before they caught sight of what made their friend walk away. "Oh, merda. Il baciatore." (Oh, shit. The kisser.) They leaned against the wall, not even hiding the fact that they were talking about her.
Dawson laughed as the brown haired boy they saw at the party walked up and kissed a guilty looking Sam. "Ed ecco che arriva il fidanzato del baciatore." (And here comes the kissers boyfriend)
