Cobra Kai - Johnny Lawrence

Chapter II

It was quite dark outside but the night had only started. Every single one of those horny, alcoholic, and complete failures of teenagers were outside having fun and making out with each other while they stained of vodka and beer and cheap condoms. If it were any other occasion I would be in my bedroom making fun of them as they stumbled upon their feet while their parents waited for them outrageously. But sadly for me, tonight I was joining them.

I remembered my mother's instructions to lock the door and then I got on my car and rode to the blondie's place. To my surprise, he lived in the Olympic Mansion I had always made fun of with my dad. Oh, I was such a fool. How did I not see this? The hair, the eyes, the red leather jacket...it was all there in front of my nose. He was no one but the most preppy, egotistical, spoiled boy of all –

"Martina!" he surprised me from behind before I could even hop back into my car and call the night off.

"Johnny!," I said, "What a humble house you have."

I hated myself.

He smiled again like I had just said the funniest thing ever and I blushed knowing that he thought me funny. Stupid hormones.

As we got in it got worse and worse. There were people everywhere and couples humping on each other to the rhythm of Michael Jackson and they all had Johnny's jacket and were all awfully hot and there were girls gossiping and smoking on the corner and I couldn't help but feel-

"Hot?" he asked blunting the shit out of me.

"I am sorry?"

"Areyouhot? Do you want me to take your jacket?"

"Oh," I see, "I can do it myself."

Johnny bit his lip as he got a better view of my dress. I must say though that without the blood and dirt on his face he looked painfully hot. His hair was wet from the sweat and his lips were red with all the heat in the room right now. He led me to the kitchen where he offered me beer and drank the whole can himself when I rejected it. I watched him pour the liquid down his throat and couldn't help but wonder what hide beneath his shirt.

"I see your wounds closed nicely." I said but he didn't hear me because of the music.

"What?"

"I said your wounds closed nicely!" I repeated and he nodded entertained by my presence. He couldn't take his eyes off of me and it was starting to make me feel awfully nervous.

"Do you want to dance?" he asked trying to get me to listen; trying to get me even more nervous by his closeness.

"No, I don't dance"

But he didn't care. He took me by the hand anyways and led me to the dance floor where everyone sticked to your body pushing you even closer to your partner. I felt his hips crushing against mine leading me into his rhythm. I felt his heartbeat close to mine making my knees crumble and falling even closer to his mouth. I felt his heat trapping me inside him: suffocating me. I stared into his eyes and found nothing but the most immeasurable amount of pleasure in them. He was having fun and he wanted me to know it: he wanted me to know I was as his as he was mine. As I tried stepping back his hand grabbed me by the waist making me think of things I would have never thought myself possible of doing. He kept me close to him and made sure I and everyone else know that tonight I was his and his only. It was a game of seduction. A game that I was never taught and now was afraid of losing. And I hated losing.

"Your eyes can't lie" I hissed at him pushing myself closer to his lips and sneaking my leg between his. It surprised him and I knew I had scored a point.