Twenty Five.

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TWENTY FIVE.
( I'm getting older, think I'm aging well. )







After Emmy's most recent visit with Miguel, everyone could tell that she was slowly getting happier and happier. They were over the moon when they found out that the two were going to give it a try, and wanted nothing but the best for her. 

She was smiling and laughing with the Cobra Kai's, Hawk's arm draped over her shoulder while he burst out laughing at some lame joke she said. 

From her table, she saw a bunch of freshman playing with a soccer ball and an idea sparked in her head. "I'll be right back." Pulling away, she walked over to the group of boys, who all froze when they saw a girl come up to them. She gave them a charming smile, eyes twinkling. "Hi, boys! I saw that you were playing with a soccer ball there and I was wondering if I could borrow it?"

They gave up the neon ball with no questions, and Emmy grinned, winking at them. "Thank you!"

"Hawk!" she called out, the boy turning around from his conversation. "Catch!"

Emmy threw the ball his way, and once he caught it, he smiled. Then he turned to Big Red, pointing at her. He immediately got the message, pulling out his phone and walked over to another spot while Hawk began to bounce the ball repeatedly on his knee. Emmy couldn't help but smile as she watched him enjoy himself. 

Unlike everyone else, she could tell that what happened to Miguel and the school fight affected him more than he let on, and she wanted to repay him for all that he did for her by making sure he was okay too. 

The redhead came waltzing over again, recording his friend trying to score a new record. Emmy let out a short cheer when he did beat his record and the ball rolled away. "Hey, 22 in a row. New record."

She giggled, walking over to the boy and the two gave each other a strong high-five. "Damn. My record was 21. Guess you finally beat me."

He laughed, before looking at something behind her and his face dropped. Her eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

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