Lost in Hollywood

Forever Incomplete

"The guy has a steam room and a fucking jacuzzi. How the fuck am I supposed to compete with that?" Hawk let out a frustrated sigh, as he sank to sit down on a bench on the beach, next to Demetri and Miguel.

"So, there is a competition going on then?" Demetri asked, arching a brow. "Is Sky aware of that too?"

Hawk looked down to his sneakers, and took a sip of his Coke, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn't make him look like a pathetic loser or a desperate creep.

"Nah. I mean, we're talking, which is great. She's not trying to punch me in the face every time she sees me, which is also great, but—" he shrugged. "I don't know. I guess we're just learning how to be friends again."

Friends. Right.

The look on Demetri's face told Hawk he wasn't buying his shit, and he wasn't going to bother trying to convince him. The truth was that he didn't even want to be friends with Sky. They had never really been friends, not even when he had still been the old Eli before flipping the script. The sexual tension, the yearning, had been there since day one, since the first moment he had laid his eyes on Sky in the cafeteria when she had walked across the room in her high heels and her short skirt, blowing Eli's mind. It had been like that ever since. Fuck— he still remembered how it had felt when he had been the nerd and she the beautiful, popular new girl. How much he had wanted her, how even being in the same room with her had been torture, how still and heavy the air had felt, his chest like it would collapse when she had sat down at their table in Chemistry that first time, how he had been so turned on by her mere presence that he'd had a huge boner under the table, even if he hadn't even known her name yet.

Considering all this, Hawk had his doubts about their possible friendship. You weren't supposed to be in love with your friends, or want to fuck them senseless, right?

He thought it best not to say that out loud, though. That would make him sound like a fucking pervert.

"Friends, huh?" Miguel asked with a knowing grin, clearly not fooled by Hawk either. "And how's that working out for you?"

Hawk rolled his eyes and took another sip of his coke which was barely more than water now, thanks to all the melted ice in it. "Well, it would go a lot better if I could throw Cody into the fucking Koi pond. I fucking hate that asshole."

"Still not a good idea," Miguel replied calmly, stirring his coke with the straw. The wind that blew from the ocean made a mess of his black hair.

Demetri sighed and leaned back on the bench, crossing his long legs at the ankles. "He's not that bad. Personally, I think it's nice there's someone who appreciates books and movies at the dojo. We had a wonderful conversation the other day, about—"

Hawk frowned and glared at Demetri. "What the fuck, man? Just whose side are you on?"

"Sorry, sorry—" Demetri made an apologetic gesture. "Yours, obviously. Just saying that attacking him might not be the best way to proceed with this matter. I have a feeling that Sky wouldn't appreciate that."

Hawk gave up on his coke and tossed the cup into a nearby trash can in one angry motion.

"You think? The last time I hit him, Sky punched me in the face."

"You deserved that and you know it," said Miggy matter of factly, and Hawk could only shrug in agreement.

Yeah, he had deserved that punch in the face. Hell, he would have deserved a lot more than just that, for all the shit he had done when he'd been in Cobra Kai. Beating Cody up wasn't even the biggest of his crimes - he had broken Demetri's arm, he had broken Sky's heart—