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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
THE MAIN FRIEND GROUP OF COBRA KAI was led to this mini-mart by Miguel, where the objective was to acquire alcohol. Milena was extremely doubtful that they'd be successful, especially considering the fact that they had Bert with them, who she thought was a middle schooler or something.
"Alright, be sure to stock up good. I'm inviting everyone," Aisha explained to them. "'VIP only', my ass."
"I still don't understand how we're gonna buy alcohol," Demetri said, grabbing a bunch of things for him and Milena to eat while at the party.
"Me neither," Milena agreed, her voice quieter than the rest. "I'd be surprised if the cashier didn't hear our entire conversation. You guys are loud as hell." She got two boxes of Red Bull and put it in the basket she held, for the people who didn't want to drink like her. She then joined Demetri in the snack aisle, getting a few boxes of Twinkies.
"Oh, please, never underestimate the power of the Hawk," Hawk confidently said, before getting a box of beer, bringing it to the cash register. They all watched from a distance, and hoped for the best.
"You think he's gonna crash and burn?" Demetri asked her.
"At this point, I'm hoping that he does," she responded honestly. "I need for someone else to not be under his spell so I don't lose my sanity."
"I think mine's already gone," he said, his expression filled with awe as the cashier gave Hawk a case of Vodka.
"Move it, losers!" Milena commanded for the people around. The canyon party had just got started an hour before, and Logan and her randomly decided to have a contest to see who could do the most back handsprings without giving up.
"Alright, you ready to lose?" Logan asked with a cocky smirk.
"Ooh, you're talking a big game. You that nervous?" she was effortlessly able to match his energy, maybe even better than he did.
"You wish,"
"Ready?" Aisha yelled. "Three... two... one!"
And they were off, both beginning with a round off to transition into back handsprings. She was going to be honest, she wasn't much of an acrobat. She was really good when they were younger, but as they both grew up, she practiced less and less while he got even better.
She was really regretting it too, because there was no good reason for her to be tired when she was just ten feet away from where they started. It was like Logan only consumed energy drinks that were laced with crack. He was ahead of her, and it didn't seem like he'd be stopping any time soon.
