𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?| Robby Keene & Eli Moskowitz [COMPLETED]

𝒙𝒙𝒗𝒊𝒊𝒊. free the nipples

chapter twenty-eight:
❛ free the nipples ❜

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Cameron stood in front of the bathroom mirror at Cobra Kai, taking in her reflection. Her tank top, black with bold white text reading "Free the Nipples," made a statement loud and clear. It wasn't just about the shirt-it was a direct challenge to the new dress code enforced at school by Counselor Blatt. The rule that girls couldn't wear tank tops anymore? It rubbed Cameron the wrong way, and she wasn't one to let such things slide. She was determined to make her voice heard.

With a smirk, she raised her phone and took a quick selfie. She zoomed in to make sure the words on her chest were perfectly in focus. #FreetheNipples. A simple hashtag that would surely catch attention. Without hesitation, she clicked post.

As she adjusted her phone in her hand, Cameron admired her work. The message was clear, and the photo had already begun to rack up likes and comments. She wasn't going to back down from this fight, no matter what anyone else thought. It wasn't just about the clothes-it was about defiance, control, and her right to choose. Her own voice.

Satisfied with her post, Cameron stepped out of the bathroom. She had barely walked down the hall when she stopped dead in her tracks. Standing a few feet away, arms crossed and a faint smile on his lips, was Sensei Kreese. His eyes immediately locked onto her shirt, and without missing a beat, he chuckled lowly under his breath.

"Striking back, huh?" Kreese's voice carried his usual gruffness, but there was something else there-a knowing, almost approving undertone. His gaze lingered on the text across her chest for a moment longer before it shifted to meet her eyes.

Cameron hesitated, but only for a moment. "Yeah," she said, her voice defiant. "My counselor's been pushing this new dress code. No more tank tops. I'm not having it."

Kreese's smile shifted into something sharper, almost as if he were studying her. "I like it," he said slowly, but then his tone shifted, becoming more manipulative. "It's good to challenge authority. People like Counselor Blatt? They think they can control you, tell you what to do, what to wear. But you're not a sheep, are you? You're a fighter."

Cameron narrowed her eyes, unsure of where he was going with this, but there was something oddly reassuring about his words. There was something magnetic about Kreese's way of speaking, like he knew how to get inside someone's head and make them believe they were unstoppable. She'd felt it before-his ability to twist things and make them seem empowering, even if they weren't.

"I guess I'm just tired of people thinking they can control everything," she said, her voice losing some of the earlier bite as the familiar pull of Kreese's influence started to sink in. "But if it's just a dress code, why does it matter so much?"