don't blame me [eli "hawk" moskowitz]

ELEVEN. WHICH BRITNEY

CHAPTER ELEVEN: WHICH BRITNEY
❝ esqueleto ❞

     TRAINING the next day started in the early afternoon, Miguel telling his mom that he and Molly were going out for the day when in reality the pair were at the dojo. The duo were standing several feet apart from each other, punching their respective dummy to work on their punches. Johnny, who had been in his office going through paperwork and bills for several minutes, soon walked out and questioned if the two had any friends who wanted to learn karate.

"Aw, what am I saying? You don't have any friends, Diaz. Sorry," Johnny sighed, looking back down at his papers.

"I can always try and talk E into joining," Molly said before continuing her punches.

"Yeah, I'm sure you could convince him really well," Miguel teased with a grin before turning his attention to Johnny. "Hey, Sensei, when are we gonna learn to do some kicking? I was watching this YouTube video of this guy breaking boards and it looked badass."

"Yeah, no shit. Kicking is badass. But neither of you are ready," Johnny said as he looked at the two teens. "Besides, if I don't get more students in here, I won't be able to teach you anything."

"You've thought about advertising, right?" Miguel questioned.

"Yeah, duh. Of course."

"No, he hasn't," Molly called over her shoulder in between a set of punches.