WILDFIRE ► COBRA KAI

Chapter 19

The Cobra Kai students wore a thick veil of silence as they watched their two senseis trapped in a tangle of limbs. Kreese had his arm hooked around Johnny's neck, with the latter gripping the older man's elbow. "Two difficult choices. What do you do?"

Everyone waited for the answer with tense shoulders. With one swift kick, both of the men were sent tumbling to the mat, but at least Johnny had freed himself. Flynn felt a wry smile creep onto her lips as the lesson started to become clear to her.

"You damn the consequences and you power forward," Johnny called out.

"You may get hurt," Kreese supplemented. "But nobody wins by doing nothing."

"You make a choice. You make a move. You go...all in."

Flynn felt flames dance up her spine at these words, her eyes glowing. She shifted her gaze away from the two men to the boy sitting in front of them, his own amber eyes shimmering with inspiration. She wondered what he was thinking about. What he wanted to go all in for.

And despite herself, she wondered why it couldn't be her.

"Oh my God," Moon snickered at her phone screen. "Yasmine has the same bikini as me," she gawked, using her pointer and thumb to zoom in on the Instagram post.

"Ugh. Tell her she can stay in France," Aisha grumbled, the corner of her nose crinkling upwards.

Flynn couldn't resist a small laugh at the Robinson's jab as she reclined in her seat. "Do you think they started calling Paris 'the city of hate' once she got there? Like, all the Parisians could just sense she had arrived?" Moon deflated at her remark. Flynn would feel more guilty about it if she didn't receive validating chuckles from Tory and Aisha.

Tory's eyes drifted past their table to somewhere behind. Her fingers fished out an ice cube from her glass, chucking it at an oblivious boy a few feet away.

"Hey," Miguel shot her an unamused, dry smile.

"Oops! Must've slipped out of my hand. What are you even doing over there?" The Nichols girl inquired with a raised brow.

He kept his hooded gaze glued to his computer screen as he managed a small response. "Going all in."

Flynn exchanged an open-mouthed gape with Tory. "Oh I gotta see what the hell that's about," she laughed, snatching up the tray of fries she ordered before veering over to Miguel.

"What's up?" She nodded her chin at him as she tumbled into the empty chair across. Her fingers pressed the tray of fries closer to him, inviting him to grab some. To her silent dismay, Tory had dragged her chair over as well.

Miguel's shoulders sunk a little at the newfound company, his dark gaze traveling between the two girls. "Don't laugh."

"Okay," Tory agreed, her calm expression contrasting Flynn's quivering lips.

"I can't promise anything," she mumbled when Miguel glanced at her.

"Fine," he conceded with a sigh, flipping his laptop towards them. The two girls leaned in and narrowed their eyes Sam LaRusso's Instagram page, only he had his cursor hovered over a certain command.