Forbidden Things || Cobra Kai

06 Nothing Personal

The Cobra Kai snake looked badass; that was all Frankie could think as she approached the business once again. After looking up the place and seeing when their hours were and what exactly they offered, she'd decided to put aside some time to go to the next class that would be held. It seemed like she wasn't the only one with that idea, though, as the doors were crowded with kids her age ready to get inside.

She made her way over to the bike rack and locked up her ride, desperately needing it to be there when she left the dojo. Her father was at work and wouldn't be back until later that evening, as he'd taken up a summer job as a tutor, so she'd need her own way home. As long as she could get herself there and back home, Donnie didn't mind paying for the classes.

He was the one that actually encouraged her to try it out. She rolled her eyes as she remembered what he had said about it possibly helping her with the big move and move forward with life, but she felt like she didn't need help. She just needed something to pass the time.

She had come dressed for the occasion, ready to see what Cobra Kai was made of. She wore a simple workout tank, a black and gray sports bra, and a pair of running tights. Knowing she was coming into a karate dojo, she wore her red Vans so she could slip them on and off as needed and tied her hair back into a high ponytail. To her, she looked to be the only one there ready to take it seriously.

Most of the guys around her were dressed in basketball shorts and tee shirts. One guy, who was older than the rest of them there, had gone as far as to tie a bandana around his head like a headband. It made her roll her eyes and stand near the back of the crowd to keep her distance from the rest of the group. She didn't want to socialize, especially not with a bunch of guys who thought they could do karate.

A girl walked up and stood near Frankie, eyeing the crowd as critically as she had. She turned and smirked at the blonde. "Guess they made quite the impression on everyone, huh?"

"I guess," Frankie said, glancing at the girl. She was tall, thin, and pretty. Not as pretty as Moon, she thought, but still very pretty. "They won't be very impressed once they get their asses kicked."

This made the girl let out a short laugh. "Yeah, I can't wait to get in there and show these guys what a real fight looks like." There was a short pause. "I'm Tory."

"Frankie," she answered bluntly.

Then the doors opened and they were told to get inside. The boys ahead of them pushed through, following whoever had directed them inside. Frankie and Tory waited for their antics to die down, walking in behind everyone else and sticking to the back of the crowd. As they entered, Frankie observed that the established members of the dojo were in white gi's and standing in rows, facing the front. It smelled like sweat and dude, which explained itself as it appeared that Aisha was the only girl among the sea of boys already a part of the class.

Close to the front, she saw Demetri's friends making up half of the first row. Though she had only met them once and hardly talked to them at all that night, she remembered their names well. Mohawk Boy stuck out to her, as she imagined he did to many people, and she glared at the back of his head. She remembered the way he had made moves on Penelope and she didn't like that one bit.

An older blonde, the same one Frankie remembered seeing at Valley Fest, was giving directions to everyone coming in. She went ahead and kicked her shoes off before anyone else understood the orders, remembering the rules of a dojo fairly well.

"Seems like you know what you're doing," Tory said, keeping her voice low but ensuring she added a teasing tone to it. She smirked at Frankie as she placed her shoes against the wall.

Frankie side eyed her, then faced forward again. "This isn't my first time in a dojo."

Tory's smirk persisted. "Maybe you can show me the ropes."