Forbidden Things || Cobra Kai

97 Somebody to Blame

"I swear, if you don't stop spraying me with that hose..."

Demetri didn't know what he would do, so the if-then part of his half statement didn't even hold up. He didn't have a retort to give, no actual threat that he would ever go through with. Still, his shirts were sticking to his skin a lot more than he had anticipated when he agreed to be a part of the car wash. He expected to get wet, of course, but not soaked.

Frankie's grin stayed wicked as she looked at Demetri, holding the nozzle and its lever close as she raised an amuse eyebrow. "And if I don't stop, then what?"

He looked up from the car they were working on, but didn't stop the circular motion of his hand. It had been ingrained in him from a summer full of chores and sparring matches. Part of him still couldn't believe it had actually paid off, but he was steadily moving past that as he'd achieved the one goal he wanted to get out of experience; he'd been able to protect himself against the people looking to hurt him.

However, against the likes of Frankie, he knew he didn't stand a chance. While she might be shorter than him, she held a lot of wrath within.

"Never mind," he said with a shake of the head. He took a step back from the car, gesturing to it with the sponge he held. "Do your thing."

Frankie did a short salut before pulling the lever, shooting the car's hood with a jetstream of water and washing away all the soap bubbles.

While she did that, Demetri walked over to the caddy and grabbed the spray bottle of window washing fluid and a rag. However, as he was bent over, a harsh stream of water hit him in the ass.

He stood up bolt-right and pointed a finger at Frankie, who was beaming with sinfulness. "Hey!"

"Oops!" she said, feigning innocence. She turned the hose back to the car, hosing it down like she was supposed to be doing. "Sorry, this thing has a mind of its own!"

"I'm sure it does," Demetri let out sarcastically, shaking his head and walking back over. He started spraying the window and cleaning it of streaks.

As he was doing that, he was trying to think of ways to get back at her, because at that point she had crossed a line. If his face wasn't red from working hard in the sun, it surely was because of her great aim and means of flirting with him in public.

Never wanting to be direct, Frankie wove ulterior meanings in her words while hiding lustful acts in the shadows. If they passed each other in the hall, her hand brushed against his thigh or higher; when they were sitting in the cafeteria and she was close enough, her food teased his knee or higher; and if given the opportunity, she laced her words with hidden meaning, always subtly referring to their secret affairs that usually took place in his bedroom. At the most inopportune times, she made him blushing scarlet, getting hard, or both.

It was torture, but he didn't know if it was any worse than what the alternative would be. While her hidden flirting was borderline inappropriate, it was nothing compared to when she could be open and honest. In the bedroom, she said exactly what she meant and didn't shroud it in double meaning. It was downright sultry and if that side of her ever reared its face in public, he'd be nothing more than a smoldering pile of ash.

While he was scheming, a glint caught his eye and distracted him.

Not too far away, a news van had parked and set up shop. The camera was panned from left to right, capturing footage of the car wash and all the students hard at work, but its lens caught the sun and reflected it back in Demetri's eyes. He winced and blinked away the shine, then rubbed his eyes. Once he could see again, he finally got a good look at who the news people were talking to.