𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 | ❝ it's cute that you're afraid of me. ❞ in which jules monroe thinks that there is more to the new kid in west valley then meets the eye. 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐎𝐂
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╔ ——————————————— ╗ CHAPTER SIXTEEN "and so it begins" ╚ ——————————————— ╝ (the moment of truth)
JULES HAD HER ARMS crossed, her entire body language indicating that she was pissed off; contradicting the grin on her face starkly as she stared out at the rows of people. Cobra Kai had gotten some new recruits since Valley Fest, and since Jules followed up on her deal with Kreese, she got to return to training.
And she was fucking pumped.
"Today is Miss. Monroe's first day returning to training," Kreese announced, standing next to Jules with a similar stance, eyeing the group of teenagers like a lion might eye a herd of gazelles. "And the only way to re-enter Cobra Kai, is by jumping in feet first. So-" he took a step to the side, "who wants to take her on?"
Silence. Jules would have grinned, if she had not known it was because of two key aspects:
One: she was returning from injury four days early.
And two: she was a girl.
"Don't be scared," her voice held a taunting edge as she put her hands on her hips, flashing the group a rather daunting smile. "I'll kick your ass quick, don't worry about it."
She saw a small grin flash across Miguel's face. The boy sighed deeply, raising his hand. "I'll take her on."
That caused some muttering to ripple throughout the room. Jules grinned, before forcing a stoic expression when Kreese glanced her way. He gestured for Miguel to walk forward, facing Jules as she flung her ponytail over her shoulder nonchulantly. "Are you sure about this?" He asked, "I don't want you to hurt your head more."
"You should be more worried about me hurting yours."
That earned a few soft "oh"'s, making Jules' smile widen as Miguel bit his lip. "Alright," he stepped back into fighting position, Jules copying the action. "You're asking for it."
In response, Jules ran forward, ducking under a punch and kicking her leg out, hitting his side. She blocked a few hits, the familiar motions coming back to her like a second language as she swung her leg up, which Miguel ducked under with ease. She aimed a roundhouse at his chin, but he anticipated it, and lunged forward, his arm catching under her leg, the other on her back as he made her loose her balance, her back hitting the ground, his hand on her back keeping her head from hitting the mat.
Miguel chuckled, "is someone a little rusty?"
Jules responded by jabbing her elbow into his side, spinning onto her feet and swooping his knees out, making his chest hit the ground. She blew a strand of hair from her face, one hand pressing his arm against his back, her knee pressed against his lower back.
