❝𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 know that you're supposed to be out there with the rest of the class, right?❞ Johnny walks into his office, raising an eyebrow at Laken as she sat at his desk, feet kicked up onto the wooden surface of his desk.
"You do know that I know more about karate than then, right?" Her eyes don't leave the magazine she's reading as she flips the page.
"Fair enough." Johnny shrugged, pushing her out of the way and sitting in the other rolling chair, grabbing a magazine of his own, "Fifty bucks for some nun chucks? They're out of their minds."
Laken looks over at him, "Get dad to loan you some cash. He'd be happy to know that you got Eli out of his comfort zone. He's been trying to do it for years."
"I already owe your dad money that I can't pay back." Johnny sighed, turning the page to ready that there was going to be an All-Valley tournament on May nineteenth.
"Hey, Sensei, I need to ask you something." Miguel walks into the office with a sigh.
"First aids under the counter. We got a bleeder?" Johnny tells him, Laken pointing over to it.
"No. I mean, well, yeah, we do. There's a lot of blood, but this is about something else."
"What is it?" Johnny questioned, looking up at Miguel.
"Well, there's a girl at school . . . ,"
Laken quickly looks up at Miguel's words, a smile breaking out on her face.
