"Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? / "I only see him as a friend, " the biggest lie I ever said / Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?"
[SEASON ONE-SIX]
robby keene x fem!oc x eli moskowitz
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Arabella stood on the outside of the training arena, arms crossed, as Miguel continued to furiously punch the air outside the arena. Each jab and cross was a testament to his simmering rage and frustration. "Yo, Miguel, calm down, man. Save some for the tournament," Hawk called out, trying to rein in Miguel's unchecked aggression.
Miguel, lost in his anger and the rhythm of his strikes, barely acknowledged Hawk's words. "Hey, don't even bother," Aisha interjected, giving Miguel a light smack on the arm to get his attention. Arabella nodded in agreement, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Yeah, he's super pissed ever since Sam broke up with his ass," she said, her tone both empathetic and slightly amused.
Hawk's gaze darted around, his brows knitting together as he scanned the crowd. "Hey, where's Cameron?" he asked, looking for their friend amidst the gathering.
Arabella's smirk widened. "She may not be grounded anymore, but she still has to get past her parents since they don't know she's in Cobra Kai. So, Luna and Ryan are going over to sneak her out. They're gonna go to the 'movies,'" she said, making air quotes with her fingers to emphasize the ruse.
Hawk nodded but then his expression shifted to concern. "Wait, hold up. Where's Sensei? The tournament is gonna start soon."
Arabella's eyes widened as she realized the oversight. "Oh, shit," she muttered, glancing around anxiously. "Where is he?"
Aisha quickly reassured her. "He'll be here. Don't worry."
But Bert, who had been standing a bit apart, spoke up with a note of unease. "I don't know about that."
The trio's attention turned to Bert, confusion evident on their faces. "What are you talking about?" Aisha asked, her tone impatient.
Arabella shot a questioning look at Bert. "Yeah, is he drunk again?" she asked, her frustration clear.
Hawk, seemingly frustrated with the whole situation, smacked Arabella lightly on the chest. "I saw him last night at the mini-mart. I was buying a carton of milk when I heard him in the parking lot, yelling," Bert explained, his voice quiet but carrying an undertone of concern.
Arabella's face fell into a grimace of exasperation. "So, I was right! He was drunk again!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. Her reaction was a mixture of worry and irritation.
