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Highs and lows
CLEO STRUCK THE PUNCHING BAG IN FRONT OF HER repeatedly, savoring every moment of it. In some way, she enjoyed the pain she felt in her fists every time it hit against the bag, and enjoyed even more as she watched it rock back and forth. This was a way to let her anger out without hurting someone, and that's exactly what she needed.
"You're going to hurt yourself." Tory spoke up from behind her.
The Harper girl thought she was alone but, her grandfather must have let the blonde in after hours.
"I've been hurt worse." Cleo didn't turn her back, or look at the Nichols girl. Honestly, she hadn't since she came back to Cobra Kai.
There was nothing, and everything to say all at once.
"I know that you still hate me, and, you have every reason to but, you have to know that i'm sorry for what I did. All of it. You have to know that." It seemed as if Tory was begging for forgiveness that her ex girlfriend couldn't give.
Not yet at least.
"Thanks for... all of that but, if you plan on staying, all I wanna do is practice, okay?" Cleo continued to hit the bag repeatedly
"Fine, let's practice." The Nichols girl squared up, her fist balled as she stood in fighting position.
"Are you serious?" The brunette asked dryly as she raised her brow, her ex lightly nodding her head. "Fine, let's spar."
Cleo held the same position, and she was the first to strike. It was her motto growing up, and it would forever be her motto, even if she disagreed with her father or grandfathers views. It's who she was, and would always be.
Tory dodged her hit and sent one of her own, the Harper girl taking the blonde's fist into her own. Cleo used that leverage to spin the girl around, both of them now back to chest. The brunette's hand raised to her exes throat as she kept a semi strong pin on it.
"Your move, Nichols." She spoke calmly, not batting an eyelash.
"Wrong move, Harper." Tory bent down, and threw Cleo to the ground before delivering a soft punch to her chest and hovering over her. "Guess who would beat you in a tournament?"
"If that's what you care about, be my guest." The brunette spoke, shaking her head lightly. "Karate is about more than a stupid tournament and that's all anyone has cared about since I moved here. I know if you tried hard enough you could win a tournament but, you know what that would mean?"
