CHAPTER TEN
✧ School Fight ✧

tw: mentions of self harm and gore

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CLEMENTINE WAS ANXIOUS FOR THE FIRST DAY. Embarking on her debut at the unfamiliar school, Clementine navigated the uncharted territory where only the circles of Cobra Kai and Miyagi Do recognized her presence. A master of camouflage, she adeptly concealed her scars under a delicate layer of makeup, pondering whether Robby had caught a glimpse of her hidden battles.

Clementine was adorned in a blue and white striped shirt paired with pristine white jeans, devoted herself to the intricate task of personalizing her locker. With a delicate touch, she affixed a mirror to the locker door, and as her gaze met the reflection, a spontaneous smile graced her lips.

"I love your smile, you know," As Robby's tender declaration lingered in the air, a gasp escaped Clementine, and she found herself enveloping him in a tight embrace. Her head nestled against his chest, seeking comfort in the reassuring beat of his heart.

"I heard from Sam what happened yesterday; I was so worried. I tried calling—" Clementine started, her voice infused with genuine worry, only to be hushed by Robby's soft kiss. With a delicate touch, he cupped her face, his lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss that conveyed both reassurance and a subtle plea for understanding.

Breaking the silence, he spoke, revealing a piece of his turbulent reality. "I didn't mean to worry you. My phone died, and I didn't have my charger. I live with my dad now. LaRusso's kicked me out."

Clementine's eyebrows raised in disbelief as she looked at Robby. "What? Daniel actually kicked you out? That's insane! Why would he do something like that?" she exclaimed.

Robby let out a sigh, his expression turning slightly somber. "I wish I knew, Clementine. It was a chaotic situation, and Daniel didn't have all the information. He didn't know where Sam was, and it made him make a rash decision," he explained, his tone tinged with frustration.

Anxiety etched across Clementine's face, she nervously bit her lip. "I'm sorry he did that though. If you don't wanna deal with your dad, you are welcome to come stay with me," she offered, a hint of warmth in her eyes. Her attempt to lighten the mood followed, "Just to warn you though, my brother brings girls over like every night," eliciting a tight-lipped smile from Robby.

"I'll consider it," he chuckled in response before their laughter was abruptly halted by the intrusive ring of a bell, signaling an end to their private moment.

Clementine's frustration manifested in a scoff, accompanied by a visible frown. Sensing her discontent, Robby responded with tenderness, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Today should go smoothly for us new kids, right? We'll get through this," he offered, a subtle reassurance reflected in his intertwining fingers.

Drawing comfort from his words, Clementine reciprocated the smile. "And plus, I'll see you in second period, okay?" Robby added, further solidifying their shared determination to navigate the challenges of a new day.

"Okay, see you later," Clementine affirmed, her words punctuated by a tender kiss on Robby's cheek. With that, she embarked on her journey towards the first class, a blend of anticipation and resilience evident in each step.

Clementine's initial smile waned as she entered the classroom, spotting a smirking Blaire strategically positioned near the door. Before she could fully step inside, Blaire seized her wrist with a force that echoed hostility. "Watch your back, Katz. Your ass will be grass in a few minutes," she sneered, venom lacing her words. Clementine, undeterred, rolled her eyes and deftly pulled her wrist away.

"You don't scare me," she retorted, a steely resolve in her gaze. Dismissing Blaire, Clementine proceeded into the classroom, taking her seat and methodically retrieving her notebook from the backpack. Immersing herself in journaling, she tuned out the surrounding chatter, creating a sanctuary within the confines of her thoughts.

With earbuds snugly in place, Clementine channeled her frustration onto the paper, sketching devil horns that mirrored the disruptive aura Blaire exuded. The classroom ambiance faded into the background until Sam's name shattered the quiet.

"Samantha LaRusso, you know what you did, and you're gonna pay for it. I'm coming for you, bitch!" Tory's menacing voice sliced through the air, leaving an unsettling tension in its wake. Suddenly, a thunderous bang echoed through the room, snapping Clementine's attention back.

Her eyebrows furrowed in concern, she closed her notebook just as the late bell rang. Without hesitation, she bolted out of the classroom, a determined urgency in her steps. Ignoring the teacher's calls, she was abruptly halted by an unexpected shove to her side, sending her sliding across the hallway floor.

As Clementine groaned in pain and pushed herself up, her eyes met the malevolent gaze of Blaire, who seemed to revel in the moment. "I told you, your ass is gonna be grass," Blaire sneered, spitting the words with venom, the contempt evident in her expression.

Clementine's lips tightened, and a surge of determination propelled her into action. Emitting a fierce battle cry, she executed a swift maneuver, sweeping Blaire's feet from under her. Blaire crashed to the floor, landing on her back with an audible thud.

Now standing triumphantly, Clementine loomed over Blaire, a formidable presence in her combat boots. With a deliberate yet controlled aggression, she pressed her foot onto Blaire's chest. "You should know, my dad was in the military and now a damn military doctor, bitch," she declared, her words infused with the resilience inherited from her military background. The tables had turned, and Clementine asserted her strength over her adversary.

Blaire's menacing laughter reverberated through the confrontation as she shrugged off Clementine's proposal. "Don't pull your pants in a twist. My uncle taught me taekwondo!" she proclaimed with a defiant glare, unyielding in her stance. Clementine, however, held her ground with a resolute expression.

"Wanna make this a fair fight? Only Karate. No Military fight or Taekwondo," Clementine asserted with a venomous tone, establishing clear boundaries for their skirmish. Blaire, seemingly indifferent, casually shrugged before seizing Clementine's foot with unexpected agility, flipping her onto the ground.

As Blaire climbed atop Clementine, she conceded, "Fine, let's make this a fair fight." The tension hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Blaire launched a punch toward Clementine's face, but Clementine, drawing from her karate expertise, skillfully blocked the incoming strike.

In a momentary pause, both combatants rose to their feet, fists poised in a tense standoff as they circled each other. The air crackled with anticipation. Blaire broke the silence with a resounding battle cry, launching into action. With swift precision, she seized Clementine's shoulders, spinning her around in the empty, evacuated classroom. The momentum culminated in a forceful throw, sending Clementine crashing onto a nearby desk.

Pain reverberated through Clementine's back, the impact leaving her momentarily stunned. A groan of discomfort escaped her lips as she grappled with the aftermath of the powerful throw.

The confrontation escalated as Clementine felt the brutal impact of a punch to her nose, the metallic taste of blood flooding her senses. Unfazed, she defiantly licked the blood before spitting it out, a visible manifestation of her resilience.

"You broke my nose, bitch!" Clementine declared, holding her injured nose while gripping her fists defiantly in front of her. A sense of determination radiated from her, undeterred by the physical toll of the brawl. Blaire, seemingly unfazed by Clementine's accusation, smirked in response, mirroring her clenched fists.

"Good, you need it—" Blaire began, but her words were abruptly cut off by a retaliatory punch to the jaw. The force of the blow sent Blaire stumbling backward, clutching her injured jaw in pain. A throbbing, busted lip emerged as a visible testament to the escalating toll of their fierce exchange.

As Blaire crumpled to her knees, a stammered admission of a potentially broken jaw escaped her lips. She curled into a ball, tears streaming down her face, her bravado now replaced by the stark reality of pain. Clementine, unfazed by the theatrics, approached with a stoic expression.

Silence hung in the air as Clementine unleashed a calculated series of harsh kicks to Blaire's side. Each impact resonated with a cry of pain, Blaire's defenses crumbling under the onslaught. The relentless assault continued until Clementine, seemingly satisfied, ceased the kicks. Kneeling down, she took hold of Blaire's jaw, gripping it with an unyielding force that drew another cry of agony from her.

"If you ever mess with me again, bitch, you will fucking regret it. You messed with the wrong person," Clementine's threat echoed through the empty classroom. Her words carried the weight of a warning delivered without remorse, leaving an indelible mark on the defeated adversary.

Clementine, fueled by a potent mixture of anger and determination, delivered a relentless barrage of punches to Blaire's face. The once defiant features now succumbed to the brutal assault, contorting into a pulpy mess under Clementine's unrestrained blows. As she finally stood up, her hand bore the marks of a battle waged with unbridled intensity — bloody and bruised.

With a disdainful gesture, Clementine spat at Blaire's battered face, a symbolic punctuation to their tumultuous encounter. Blaire, teetering on the brink of consciousness, managed a feeble mumble of apology, the words carrying a weight of regret.

"I—I'm sorry," Blaire stammered, her voice a whisper amidst the lingering echoes of their conflict. Clementine, unimpressed, scoffed at the feeble attempt at remorse, her expression unyielding.

"If you ever tell anyone who did this, I will fucking be pissed, and you will regret it. You tell them it was Tory who did this," Clementine's final threat resonated with ominous certainty. In response, Blaire, desperate and defeated, nodded quickly, her fear palpable.

Clementine's confident stride through the bustling hallway abruptly halted as she caught sight of Hawk's menacing demeanor and narrowed eyes directed at Demetri. Sensing trouble, Demetri promptly fled, prompting Clementine to give chase with a gasp.

In the AV hallway, the tension escalated as Clementine found Hawk glaring at the unsuspecting Demetri in the computer lab. Stepping into the room, she took decisive action, grabbing Hawk by the waist and forcefully propelling him into the unforgiving wall. The collision echoed through the room.

"Demetri, run!" Clementine's urgent warning echoed in the tense air as she shifted her attention back to Hawk.

As Hawk taunted her, Clementine's glare intensified, a silent promise of retaliation. "Having you fight for Demetri? Fucking hilarious," he mocked, reveling in the absurdity of the situation. With a determined grunt, Clementine responded by unleashing a swift and harsh roundhouse kick, connecting solidly with Hawk's face.

Hawk staggered backward, landing on his back, and Clementine seized the opportunity. Towering over him, she delivered two punishing punches to his face, each blow carrying the weight of her frustration. The room echoed with the sounds of their confrontation, a tense symphony of blows and grunts.

Yet, before Clementine could capitalize on her advantage, Hawk, displaying agility and resilience, retaliated. With a swift maneuver, he grabbed her shoulders and expertly wrapped his leg around her waist, executing a skillful flip.

Clementine groaned, the world swirling as she found herself on her back with Hawk now looming over her. The glare she cast up at him spoke volumes of her defiance. Summoning her strength, she pushed him off with a forceful shove, determined to regain control.

Struggling to her feet, she stumbled backward, finding support against the door. However, her attempt at recovery was short-lived. Hawk, seizing the moment, launched a punch squarely at her face as she stood up. The impact sent her sliding down the door, her consciousness flickering in and out.

Through blurred vision and the haze of pain, she witnessed Hawk casually walking away from the hallway, leaving her in a disoriented state. The echoes of their brutal confrontation lingered, a testament to the intensity that unfolded within those claustrophobic walls. The corridor bore the marks of a fierce battle, and Clementine was left grappling with the aftermath of the physical and emotional toll it exacted.

A few moments later, Clementine's eyes flickered open, a surge of pain coursing through her body. With determination, she pushed herself up, navigating the blurred line between consciousness and agony. Stumbling out of the computer lab, she entered the commons, where a tumultuous scene awaited her.

Demetri's unexpected display of strength sent Hawk crashing into the trophy case, prompting a triumphant smile to grace Clementine's face. However, the satisfaction was short-lived as she continued into the commons.

Moving more cautiously, she approached the stairs, witnessing Miguel's unconscious form tumbling down. The silence that followed felt deafening. Clementine's gaze shifted upward to the balcony, where Robby's battered face told a story of brutal confrontation. The realization hit her, and the fleeting smile transformed into a cascade of tears.

Her steps slowed as she reached the stairs, and the sight of Miguel, motionless, weighed heavily on her heart. Falling to her knees, she crawled toward him, the pain in her body mirroring the emotional turmoil brought about by the unforeseen chaos within the school.

Clementine shook Miguel's unconscious form, her pleas punctuating the air. "M-Miguel, wake up, please. I'm sorry, Robby did this... I wish I stopped him. I—I didn't know! Wake up, please!" Her voice quivered with desperation, tears streaming down her face as she grappled with guilt and remorse.

A security guard approached, urging her to stop. "Ma'am, you need to stop," he implored, a firm reminder of the need to yield to the limits of the chaotic situation.

Embraced by the arms that enveloped her, Clementine didn't resist or attempt to break free. Instead, she turned to the source, finding solace in the comforting presence. Unbeknownst to her, it was her brother. Tears streamed down her face as she cried into his chest, the pain and turmoil finding an outlet in the embrace of family. In that moment, words were unnecessary, and the silent support offered a semblance of comfort amid the chaos.

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CLEMENTINE WAS TRANSPORTED TO THE HOSPITAL. Clementine lay in bed, tears streaming down her face, while they tended to her broken nose. Tyler, by her side, rubbed her back gently. The room was filled with an air of worry as they awaited more test results, concerned about the possibility of a broken hand and fluid in her stomach.

Her eyes flickered upward when her Aunt Anastasia entered, followed by her dad, Caleb, rushing in. "Daddy!" Clementine's voice rang out, a mix of relief and affection, as her dad enveloped her in a tight embrace. In that moment, the familial warmth provided a glimmer of solace amid the uncertainties of the medical tests.

Caleb gently cupped Clementine's tear-stained face, his worry etched into every line on his face. "Clemmie, are you okay? As soon as I heard the news from your Aunt, I left everything and got on a helicopter and rushed here. I'm so sorry I should've been here sooner," he apologized, his voice heavy with remorse.

Clementine, in the safety of her father's arms, opened up about the tumultuous events. "Miguel's unconscious, I beat Blaire to a pulp, which will probably send me to juvie, but I threatened her not to tell anyone, and—and Robby ran away, daddy," she sobbed, the weight of the situation pressing on her shoulders.

Caleb, wrapping his arms around his daughter, provided a comforting haven for her to release the pent-up emotions, letting her cry into his chest.

Anastasia sighed, her gaze shifting to Tyler with a furrowed brow. "Do we know anything yet?" she inquired, her concern evident in her expression. Tyler, placing his hands on his hips, shook his head. "No clue. They tapped her nose because it's broken, but test results are still coming through. They think she has a fractured or broken hand, and maybe some fluid in her stomach," he explained, leaving Anastasia gasping, her hand instinctively resting on her chest.

Caleb's concern escalated to a frantic level upon hearing the news. "What!?" he exclaimed, his worry turning into urgency as he rushed out of the room, his eyes searching for answers among the nurses. "Hey! Do we know anything yet? My daughter is hurt, and she might need surgery! I need a doctor!" he yelled, his desperation echoing through the hospital corridor.

Dr. Wick, responding to the commotion, approached Caleb. "You must be Mr. Katz. I'm your daughter's doctor. Your daughter does need surgery and a splint for her hand for now. She has a broken hand and a fractured nose, but she needs surgery, so we're gonna prep her right now," he explained, the gravity of the situation conveyed with a calm and steady assurance.

Caleb, hands on his hips, took a moment to compose himself. "Okay, good. Sorry for yelling. I used to be a PEDS doctor, so, you know," he apologized, a hint of his medical background explaining the heightened concern. Dr. Wick offered a supportive grip on Caleb's shoulder in response before stepping aside, walking into Clementine's room to prepare her for the upcoming surgery.

ASH SPEAKS!

AND THATS THE END OF VOL ONE! im excited to continue writing this fic, i have a lot of ideas for season 3!!

finally introduced caleb.

i also realized i changed tyler's name... I THOUGHT HIS NAME WAS TYLER BUT ORIGINALLY IT WAS SPENCER???? MY BADDDD LMFAOOOO