𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖚𝖒, cobra kai.

chapter two - RECONNECTING.

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THE LAST THING THAT JOHNNY LAWRENCE had expected to see was none other than a complete stranger in his car, parked up front to the police station's curb.

"Who are you?" Johnny grogged out, feeling an intense pull towards the woman in his car, who he knew for sure was familiar to him for some reason. "And why the fuck are you in my car?"

The woman only chuckled at him, smirking knowingly as she leaned her bruised arm out the window as she winked at him through her sunglasses, jerking her head towards the passenger's side of the car.

"Hop in, Johnny. You're in no shape to drive, so they gave me your car after I gave them my statement and helped free you." These words confused Johnny even more than ever, but he was way too exhausted (and hungover) to argue. So, he obeyed, stiffly sitting into the passenger's seat of his car that he wasn't driving.

"How. . ." Johnny began to trail off, losing his words momentarily in his exhausted foggy haze. "How do you know my name? And why the fuck are you driving my car? Are you kidnapping me?"

The woman rolled her eyes as she unlocked her iPhone, handing it to him. "Type in your address, please. And you seriously don't recognize me?"

Johnny managed to glance up at her, puzzled, as he tried his hardest to figure out how the stupidly confusing iPhone's keypad worked, as he (tried to) type in his address.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head as he tried to get his pride and ego in check as he forced a smirk at the woman. "Nah, I think I'd remember a babe like you."

The woman scoffed. "Oh yeah?" she sneered slightly. "Even a babe who kicked your ass in High School?"

Johnny froze.

No way, he thought, as the woman's phone became clenched tightly inside of his palm. There's no fucking way.

". . .Ophelia?" He slowly pronounced her name out loud, watching the smartass smirk begin to grow back onto the woman's face as she drummed against the steering wheel happily.

"That's right, Johnny!" she jeered out, as if she had been waiting for him to finally recognize who she was — and she had been.

Ever since the moment Johnny had gotten arrested the previous night, Ophelia had told the police a little white lie that she was his girlfriend and that it would be okay with the blonde man if she took his sweet car and picked him up once he got bailed out. The woman had detached herself from everything that had happened in her teenage years that when she saw Johnny freakin' Lawrence outside of the MiniMart, it shocked her to her core.

She knew they had a complicated past — a very complicated one — but the second she saw Johnny being carried away in handcuffs, she felt an obligation to talk with him. See how he was doing after all of these years. She wondered if he had followed his lifelong dreams of opening up a karate dojo in his adult years.

But clearly, he wasn't doing very well, judging by the way the man gripped the sides of his head in pain once she turned up the stereo just a slight bit, and also by the six pack of Coors Banquet in the backseat.

Johnny seemed like he was at a loss for words at the sight of her. And now that he was looking at her, he realized that not much had changed about her. A few wrinkles here and there, but it was the same old Ophelia June that Johnny knew from High School. And for some weird unknown reason, he felt comforting warmth creep up into his veins at the familiar sight of her.

"I was an asshole to you back in High School, why did you help me last night and why the hell are you helping me get home?" he asked her, more than willing to admit how horrible he was to her back then.