My semi-fictional boyfriend - Young Johnny Lawrence (The Karate Kid)

Chapter 1||Mondays

I already hated Mondays, you know? They were the soul-sucking dumpster fire of weekdays. The black sheep. The bent nail. Whatever floats your boat. They were horrible when school was in and they were somehow worse on Summer break. 

Three weeks of endless days, only distinguished from one another when your parents were home for the weekend and then went back to work. When they went back, you knew another week of doing nothing had passed. It was the worst! 

On my second week of break - announced by my mother's quick "love you, gotta run" that Monday - I thought that it would just be another day.  After my morning run (more like walk - asthma and running weren't the best of friends), shower and solid ten minutes of staring at the zero notifications on my phone, I sat down for breakfast. Not to brag, but  I was really good at pouring milk over my cereal. What a breakfast! (she said sarcastically.)

A couple of bites in and a knock at the door froze me in place, which was ridiculous because the spoon was halfway to my mouth dribbling milk all over the table. I took the bite, thinking it was just my imagination.

Then I heard it again, more frantic this time. Knock-knock-knock-knock. I wasn't easily frightened, but whoever was out there sounded scared. What if they'd led someone here? What if they were trying to break in? What if they were here to hurt me?

The knocking didn't stop though, even as my heart did. Grabbing the bat Dad always left by the door, I turned the latch on the door and yanked it open, holding the bat in a hitting position.

"About damn time!" A tall, blonde boy shouted. "Hey, watch it!" he added, referring to the bat in my hands. 

"Who the hell are you?" His face was familiar to me, like I had seen him a million times but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Is this some kind of joke?" He arched a brow, his blue eyes unamused.

"I'm serious." I added. When he moved slightly, I lifted the bat more threateningly. "Don't move. I will kick your ass."

"You could try, Sunshine." He smirked down at me. "You seriously don't recognize me? Johnny Lawrence? Multiple time All Valley Champion?"

He exuded confidence. It made me nauseous. 

And then it hit me. But it couldn't be true. That wasn't possible. Maybe the kids at school were just playing a joke on me. They did that quite often, believe it or not. 

"That's a very believable mask, Jordan."  I sneered.

"What-"

"Or is it Mac under there?"

"Have you lost your mind?" He spat impatiently.

"Apparently." You mumbled to yourself. "You can't possibly be Johnny Lawrence."

The tall boy sighed and folded his arms, making the red leather of his jacket squeak. 

"Ask me anything that only I would know. I'll prove it to you." His mouth was set in an angry line.

My brain felt fuzzy. What the hell did you ask a fictional character about themselves? Besides, anyone who had ever watched Karate Kid would probably know the answers. Well, maybe not anyone. No one had watched those movies as much as I had. In fact, its possibly all I've been doing for the past week.

"Uhh, Daniel LaRusso?"

"Cocky little shit. Girlfriend thief."

"Ex." I corrected automatically. He didn't seem to notice.

"John Kreese?"

"Best sensei in the valley."

That pretty much convinced me. No one thought of John Kreese as anything but the child-abusing snake he was. Nobody but his students.

"Who are your best friends?"

"Bobby and Dutch."

"Ex-girlfriend?"

"Ali Hills."

"Cobra Kai."

"Most bad-ass dojo in town." That stupid smirk returned.

Johnny Lawrence, the worst of the worst (and the most fictional) was standing on my doorstep, glaring down at me like he knew me. I must have been losing my mind. Or having a mental break-down. Would I have to go to an institution? I wondered. Locked up and drugged for the rest of my life.

And, anyways, why did I have to hallucinate about Johnny Lawrence? I hated that guy!

"You believe me now?"

"I do." I said and slammed the door shut.

Damnit, I hated Mondays.