MOMENT OF TRUTH¹ eli moskowitz

mercy part II

After the tournament, all of the Cobras and some of their friends went over to the Mexican bar at the mall. Amara, Demetri, Moon, Hawk, and Aisha were all sitting together at a table.

When Aisha went live on her insta. “So, you might be wondering what a team does after they win the championship. The answer? Victory nachos!”

The team all cheered and held their glasses up. Aisha smiled. “It was supposed to be a round of drinks, but the waitress was not feeling Hawk’s fake ID.”

“Hey, don't talk about that.” He whispered to Aisha. “My parents follow you.”

“Sorry, Mr and Mrs Moskowitz.” Aisha apologized to the camera. “Anyways, until next time, no mercy, bitches.” Aisha put her phone up and sat down at the end of the table.

“I gotta say, it's nice to be at a victory party.” Demetri cheered, as he was fixing to take a bite of his nacho.

“Yeah,” Hawk said, taking the nacho out of his hand, “except you had nothing to do with the victory.”

“Hey,” Amara began, defending her friend, “Demetri did help with the victory. He cheered us on.”

“It’s ok.” Demetri told Amara as he looked at Hawk. “Then I consider it a belated party for the coding competition we won at computer camp. Remember?” He asked as he began to sing, “Demetri and Eli. Binary brothers.”

Amara, Aisha, and Moon busted out laughing at Demetri's song and little robot dance.

“Hey.” Hawk said, grabbing Demetri’s attention. “Cool it with the nerd shit, huh?”

“Hey, where's Miguel?” Moon asked. “Those wings are getting cold.”

Amara looked over and saw Miguel, sitting over at a table by himself on his phone. Amara sighed. “I'll be back.” Amara said as she got up.

“I'll go with you.” Hawk said. Moon let him out of the booth and the two started to walk over. “So, what did Stone want after the tournament?” He asked.

“Oh, uh, he just wanted to congratulate us on the win.” Amara told him. “Why?” Amara thought it was very strange how Hawk was questioning her Xander.

“Just wondered.” Hawk told her. The two started to get closer to Miguel. “El Serpiente, there you are.”

“Is this really how you're going to celebrate a first-place trophy?” Amara asked him as she and Hawk sat down at the table.

“She blocked me.” Miguel spoke.

“So what happens when you get blocked?” Hawk asked. “You counterpunch. Except maybe don't actually hit her this time.” He chuckled. “What, too soon? He asked off of Amara's glare.

“Yeah.” Amara told the boy.

“Look, all I'm saying is don't give up.” Hawk cleared.

“It's no use.” Miguel said, “I blew any shot I had with her.”

“Hey,” Amara began, “Just give Sam some time to cool off. She'll come around.”

“Or she won't.” Hawk spoke. “You're the champ now. You can get any chick in the Valley you want.” Amara sighed. Hawk was not helping matters at all. He was just making things worse. “You're like Drake.” He continued. “Enjoy it.”

Amara glared at Hawk as he walked away from the table leaving the two.

Miguel looked at Amara. “I'm not sure I wanna be Drake.” He said.

“Don't worry, you're not.” Amara told him. “You can't sing as good.”

Miguel chuckled. “What is that supposed to mean?”