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THEY ALL ARRIVED — EXPECT FOR SAM AND THERESE. Demetri hesitated upon seeing Marisol, but she quickly reassured him by explaining that she had left Cobra Kai. "So, spill the beans. What's the big emergency?" Marisol asked, prompting Demetri to nod in agreement. "Yeah, why did I have to bring all my gear?" he questioned, curious about the reason behind it.

Miguel shrugged nonchalantly. "Honestly, we're in the dark too. Sam just told us to gather here," he replied, his tone casual. Robby crossed his arms, a hint of frustration in his voice. "At least she's talking to you. I can't get a response from—" Before Robby could finish his sentence, Peter interrupted with a whistle. "Hey, check it out! Aren't those Sam and Tory together?" he exclaimed, pointing towards a surprising sight.

They all turned their attention towards Tory and Sam, their jaws dropping in disbelief. "Holy fucking shit," Marisol breathed out, her eyes widening in astonishment. The sight of Tory and Sam walking in together, not fighting, left them utterly dumbfounded. Miguel, still trying to process what he was seeing, gaped at them. "What's uh... What's up? Hi?" he stammered, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise.

As Robby noticed Tory's injured hand, he couldn't help but ask, "Yo, what happened to your hand?" Peter, taking a quick glance, furrowed his brow. "Yeah, who do I need to beat up?" he gestured, playfully raising his fists in the air. Just as Peter was about to throw a playful punch, Marisol swiftly intervened, stopping him just in time before he accidentally hit her.

Marisol chuckled softly and playfully said, "Hey, cut it out, you goofball." Tory let out a sigh and explained, "Well, it was just a training accident. I'm alright, don't worry." Sam crossed her arms confidently and declared, "Actually, we might have found a way to prove that Silver assaulted Stingray." Marisol blinked in surprise and asked, "Wait, Silver assaulted Stingray?"

Sam rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. "Yeah, thanks to you, me and Therese got into a massive argument. Now she's not even speaking to me. She's not even here," she spat out, her frustration evident. Marisol couldn't help but laugh at the situation, responding with a scoff, "Okay, whatever." Sensing the tension, Tory stepped in to offer some helpful insight. "Hey, if the attack actually happened at the old dojo, Silver installed security cameras," she explained, hoping it would provide a clue to solve the mystery.

Miguel gave a sly look, his eyes filled with understanding. "You know what? Maybe it's all caught on tape," he suggested, raising an eyebrow. Robby shook his head, disagreeing with Miguel's optimism. "Nah, that place was completely cleaned out," he reminded them, his tone filled with disappointment.

Demetri, however, had a different perspective. He shook his head in disagreement with Robby and confidently stated, "But that might not matter. You see, the security systems we sell at TechTown store all the footage on a central server. Silver probably took the whole system with him." Sam pursed her lips, deep in thought, processing the new information shared by Demetri.

Marisol nodded enthusiastically, her eyes filled with certainty. "Oh, absolutely! I'm pretty sure he did. You see, there's this server in his office at the flagship dojo," she explained, her voice filled with conviction. Peter's eyes widened in realization, his excitement evident. "Ahh, I get it now! If we can somehow access that server, we might just find the footage we're looking for," he exclaimed, snapping his fingers to emphasize his point.

Marisol couldn't help but playfully pat Peter's shoulders, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Well, well, look who's finally catching up, Peter," she teased, a smirk on her face. Peter responded with a thumbs up, determined to prove himself.

Eli let out a thoughtful hum, his eyes lighting up with an idea. "I got it! We could totally post that Stingray clip right on their YouTube channel," he suggested, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Sam's voice brimmed with determination as she declared their plan. "We need to reach out to everyone else and make it clear that tonight is the night we take down Cobra Kai," she said confidently, her words filled with conviction. It was clear that they were ready to face the challenge head-on.

The group of kids made their way to the entrance of the flagship dojo. Robby confidently spoke up, sharing his plan. "If it's the same alarm system, I think I can bypass it," he announced, his voice filled with determination. Demetri, with his backpack slung over his shoulders, couldn't help but comment on Robby's expertise. "Sounds like you've done this kind of thing before," he remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice. It was clear that they were ready to face the challenge together.

Robby shrugged nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, you know, karate wasn't exactly my first hobby," he casually admitted. "I may or may not have fractured a law or two before we all became friends," he added, his tone tinged with a hint of amusement. Marisol couldn't help but burst into laughter, thoroughly entertained by Robby's confession. "Oh, Aunt Shannon has definitely shared a story or two with me," she chuckled, winking playfully. Robby shook his head, a pleading expression on his face. "Please, please don't tell me which one," he pleaded, hoping to keep his embarrassing moments under wraps.

However, Marisol couldn't resist teasing him further, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. Leaning in closer, she whispered, "Remember that time you tried to steal a jacket and ended up tripping over your own feet?" Robby groaned, throwing his head back in mock frustration. "Ugh! Of all the stories she could've told you, why did it have to be that one?" he lamented, unable to contain his embarrassment. Their playful banter and shared memories showcased the strong bond between them.

Marisol couldn't help but let out a playful giggle, her laughter filling the air. However, her amusement was short-lived as Sam chimed in, reminding everyone to stay on track. "Hey, guys, let's get back to the topic," she snapped, her voice carrying a hint of authority. Standing beside Robby, Tory let out a sigh and proposed a practical solution. "Or we could just scan my key card. That way, those of us on probation can avoid any potential slip-ups," she suggested, her gaze fixed directly on Robby.

Robby tried his best to suppress a mischievous smile, clearly enjoying the playful banter. The room was filled with a mix of laughter, determination, and a shared understanding of the importance of staying focused.

Chris made his way over to Hawk, giving him a friendly dap. "Yo, what's up, man? Sorry we're running late. Little Cervantes took forever to get ready," he apologized, a hint of frustration in his voice. Marisol furrowed her eyebrows, her curiosity piqued as she glanced over Chris's shoulder and spotted Mila planting a kiss on Anthony's cheek. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on Anthony's neck.

"Hey! What's that on your neck?" she exclaimed, pointing directly at the suspicious mark. Anthony's face flushed with embarrassment, his eyes darting nervously to Mila. "Oh my god... I'll be back, guys," he stuttered, hastily making his exit from the group. The room fell into an intrigued silence as everyone exchanged curious glances, wondering what exactly was going on.

She tightly gripped Mila's hand and swiftly led her to the side, away from prying eyes. "Girl, you gave Anthony hickeys!?" she whispered-yelled, her voice a mix of shock and annoyance. Mila could see the veins on Marisol's forehead practically popping out. "You know, whenever you're mad at me, your veins..." Marisol rolled her eyes, cutting off Mila's observation. "Mila! You're almost fourteen... and I can see those teenage hormones are raging... but seriously, hickeys? You're driving me insane with your hormonal rollercoaster," she groaned, clearly frustrated.

Mila couldn't help but roll her eyes, a mischievous grin forming on her face. "Oh, come on, Marisol! At least we're not gonna end up knocked up with some chode's baby like Sophie did with Jason," she remarked, trying to inject some humor into the situation. However, Marisol's expression quickly turned serious, and she shot Mila a disapproving look.

"Hey, that's not nice. As much as I can't stand Jason, what happened to Sophie was really messed up. She had plans to keep that kid... and... you know how things turned out," she said, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and empathy. It's important to remember that even though we may not like someone, we should still be respectful and considerate of their experiences.

Mila shrugged, her body swaying back and forth as she rocked on her feet. "Hey, can we just go inside already? Everyone's already in there," she pleaded, eager to escape the awkwardness of the moment. But before she could make her getaway, Marisol's grip tightened on her arm, stopping her in her tracks. "Wait a minute, Mila. Is this about Sophie? Are you feeling her absence?" Marisol asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. Mila let out a deep exhale, her shoulders slumping as she surrendered to her emotions. "Yeah, of course I am! I miss her so damn much," she confessed, her voice cracking with a mix of sadness and longing.

Marisol let out a sympathetic sigh, her eyes filled with understanding. "I miss her too... You know what might help? When we get home, let's indulge in some good old-fashioned cheer-up ice cream," she suggested, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Mila's face brightened, a small smile forming on her lips. "That sounds like just what we need. Count me in!" she agreed, grateful for Marisol's comforting presence.

Assigning Mila's care to Anthony, she made her way into the office. "Apologies, everyone. I had to have a conversation with Mila. What's the latest?" she inquired. Demetri raised his gaze, stating, "I just received the video." Marisol joined Eli, taking a look at the screen over his shoulder. "Impressive," she remarked, offering a supportive pat on Demetri's shoulder.

With a mischievous grin, Peter blew a raspberry. "I'm feeling restless. Time for lookout duty." He winked at Marisol and Eli, injecting a playful tone into the moment. Marisol, slightly perplexed, tilted her head in confusion as they collectively watched the video, only for it to abruptly start glitching out. "Shit!" Demetri's exclamation echoed through the room, panic surfacing among them.

"What happened?" Tory asked, her eyes locked onto the glitching screen. Demetri, with a hint of panic in his tone, replied, "That's all there is! The rest of it's been erased!" Robby let out a groan, adding, "Silver covered his tracks," a proclamation that hung heavily in the tense air of the room, leaving them grappling with the implications.

"MARISOL! Come here," Peter's voice rang urgently, drawing an exasperated huff from Marisol. "I swear to God. This kid... This kid is like a tween stuck in a teenager's body," she commented, expressing her frustration. With a quick pace, she sprinted outside the office, only to discover Therese in the midst of a tense situation, surrounded by a group of Cobra Kais. "Holy fuck," Marisol exclaimed, realizing the gravity of the moment.

Leading the charge, Kenny confronted, "What are you doing here?" Kyler's glare met Marisol, who balled her fists in response. Observing Therese, Marisol scoffed, "Fucking knew it. You're in Cobra Kai," pointing an accusatory finger. Tensions escalated as Kenny pushed Anthony, eliciting sharp protests from Marisol and Mila. Responding to the commotion, Sam, Miguel, Tory, and Robby hurried over. "Yo, kid. Stop it," Peter scowled, intervening, while Sam and Mila assisted Anthony in getting back on his feet.

Devon released a frustrated exhale. "Not only Marisol, but you're with them now too?" she questioned, disbelief coloring her tone. Marisol arched a brow, countering with a sharp retort, "Devon, don't even. You were in Eagle-Fang before too," her words delivered with a snap. Kenny's gaze bore into Robby with intensified resentment. "You knew what would happen if him and his friends ever stepped into this dojo again," his voice dripped with a palpable sense of vengeance, underscoring the escalating tension in the confrontation.

Sam quietly exchanged words with Miguel before directing her gaze at Therese. "Did you tell them?" she breathed out, seeking an explanation. Therese chuckled lightly. In the midst of this, Kyler intervened, urging, "Mitch, come on, get your ass over here where you belong." Marisol struggled to hold back a laugh as Mitch complied, walking over and unzipping his jacket to reveal the unmistakable Cobra Kai shirt, solidifying his allegiance.

Laughter overcame Marisol, and she pointed at him amidst her amusement. "Penis Breath, how could you?" Bert's incredulous remark only intensified Marisol's laughter. Amid the hilarity, she questioned, "Is this some kind of Marvel movie, but for karate?" Her laughter continued, and Peter intervened, rubbing her back in an attempt to curb the amusement. "Okay, enough," he whispered, prompting Marisol to finally compose herself, clearing her throat.

Mitch scoffed, "Gee, I don't know. Maybe because they don't call me Penis Breath? You guys are so dead set on taking down Cobra Kai. I didn't even want to leave in the first place. I mean, look around. They've got snacks, swag, and smoothies. Our dojo doesn't even have a roof, or like any chicks. No offense, Sam," he remarked, listing the contrasts.

Marisol frowned, her eyebrows knitting together. "Uh, what? That's stupid. Cobra Kai is manipulative. It's not about where you guys trained," she countered, expressing her disagreement with Mitch's perspective. Kyler, ever brash, cut in, "All right, Penis Breath, shut up," provoking a glare from Mitch. Unfazed, Mitch continued, "We got two traitors, y'all got two traitors, so that cancels out. Are we gonna throw down or what? Let's go," Kyler shouted, heightening the tension and setting the stage for a confrontation.

Tory rolled her eyes, asserting, "I'm not a traitor. I'm just not buying what Silver is selling." She defended her stance against any allegiance shift. Marisol, with a casual shrug, added, "Agreed. Silver's been acting weird and using me to get information, I think, or to provoke Miyagi-Fang. I'm not even sure, but none of you should be either," her words carrying a hint of confusion as she shared her uncertainty regarding Silver's motives.

Robby's eyebrows shot up, a revelation on his face. "Silver lied. To all of us," he declared, meeting Kenny's gaze with a sense of sincerity. Kenny, responding with skepticism, raised an eyebrow and took a step forward. "Us? What 'us'? The only two people who lied to me are you," he pointed accusingly at Robby, then shifted his gaze to Mila, delivering a harsh glare, "and you." The tension in the room escalated as accusations flew.

Mila's glare held firm. "Kenny, stop it. Can't you understand that I don't feel the same way? There will be other people for you. It's just not me. You don't need to do this," she explained, her words carrying a mix of frustration and sincerity.

As Kenny closed in on Robby, Miguel swiftly inserted himself between them. "Hey. Robby and Mila are right. You don't want to do this," Miguel advised, shaking his head in an attempt to defuse the escalating tension. Kenny, reevaluating the situation, backtracked and took a step back, a momentary reprieve in the heated exchange.

He glanced at his Cobras, then locked eyes with Miguel. "Yeah, I do," he asserted firmly. Kenny swung his fist at Miguel, who agilely ducked out of the way. Stumbling forward, off balance, Miguel's vulnerability became an opening as she seized the opportunity, landing a swift punch to his stomach.

Amidst the chaotic clashes between Cobras and Miyagi-Fangs, Marisol and Peter swiftly ascended the stairs. "Go help Eli and Demetri, okay? I got this. You're my best friend, and you don't know karate," Marisol urgently instructed Peter, who nodded quickly and dashed up to the office. Breathing heavily, Marisol scanned the unfolding skirmish and noticed Mila being held back. "HEY!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos as she prepared to step in and address the situation.

Marisol ran forward, her eyes locked on the man who was holding her sister back. With a fierce cry, she launched herself into the air, her leg extended in a powerful kick. Her foot connected with the man's chest, sending him stumbling backward in surprise. Mila was able to break free from his grasp, and Marisol landed gracefully back on the ground, ready for whatever might come next.

"Go!" She shouted at her as Mila breathed out, pushing herself up and running away.

Marisol glared at the man. "You wanna fight, huh?" She laughed maliciously as she balled her fists, getting into fighting stance. Marisol's vision was suddenly obscured by a few strands of hair that had fallen into her face. With a quick huff of breath, she blew them out of the way, her eyes once again focused on the task at hand.

Marisol faced off against the boy, her eyes locked onto his as they began to circle each other. They were both members of the same karate class before she quit, and they had been paired up for sparring practice before.

The boy was tall and muscular, with a fierce look in his eyes. Marisol knew that she would have to be quick if she wanted to back down. In the hushed atmosphere of the dimly lit dojo, Marisol and her opponent circled each other with the precision of well-trained warriors. The scent of polished wood and sweat hung in the air as they locked eyes, the tension between them palpable.

The boy from Marisol's old karate dojo initiated the confrontation with a lightning-fast roundhouse kick. Marisol agilely dodged, countering with a swift jab to his midsection. The echo of the impact resonated in the quiet space.

Undeterred, her opponent retaliated with a series of powerful punches, their fists colliding in a rapid exchange. Marisol deftly weaved and bobbed, showcasing her mastery in evasive maneuvers. The rhythm of their movements mirrored the staccato beat of the ongoing skirmish beyond.

As the intensity escalated, Marisol executed a spinning back kick, aiming for her opponent's torso. He managed to deflect the blow, showcasing his own proficiency. The dance continued, a choreography of strikes and counters that told the story of their shared history and divergent paths.

In a moment of fluid grace, Marisol seized the initiative, launching a combination of swift kicks and precise punches. Her opponent, momentarily caught off guard, staggered backward. This opening allowed Marisol to exploit her training, disarming him with a well-executed joint lock.

With controlled force, she pinned him to the ground, the dojo floor beneath them echoing with the echoes of their skirmish. After what seemed like an eternity, Marisol's persistence paid off. With precision and determination, she delivered a powerful blow to the boy's stomach. He doubled over in pain, confirming Marisol's hard-fought victory.

Stepping backward, the intensity of the exchange lingered in the air, and Marisol took a moment to catch her breath. The boy, recovering from the blow, slowly regained his footing. As they locked eyes, a shared understanding passed between them, accompanied by grins that mirrored the sheer joy of the clash.

"You're not gonna get away from this," he declared, his glare carrying a hint of playful challenge. Marisol met his gaze with a confident smile, a spark of amusement in her eyes. "Sure, buddy," she responded, her words carrying the weight of their shared history and the camaraderie that persisted despite the intensity of their sparring. In that charged moment, a mutual respect lingered between them, even as the echoes of their confrontation reverberated through the dojo.

Amidst the fatigue of numerous battles, Marisol's exhaustion lifted when she spotted Therese. "Hey, bitch," she spat, her defiance cutting through the air. Therese responded with a malicious laugh, reveling in the tension.

"Fight me! I bet you won't because I'm Sam's girlfriend!" Therese taunted, attempting to goad Marisol. Undeterred, Marisol shook her head, refusing to take the bait. "Why would she stay with you just because you're in Cobra Kai now? And I'm pretty sure she and Miguel might date for real this time," Marisol countered, gesturing confidently toward Sam and Miguel, injecting a note of certainty into her words as the ongoing battles provided the backdrop to their verbal sparring.

They both glanced over, seeing Miguel checking on Sam. Therese let out a battle cry, she charged forward, her eyes focused on Marisol. With a sudden burst of speed, she pushed Marisol off balance, sending her tumbling to the ground. Marisol quickly regained her footing, her eyes locked on Therese as she prepared to continue the fight.

Marisol and Therese faced each other, their eyes locked in concentration. With a sudden burst of energy, Therese charged forward, her arms and legs moving in a blur as she attempted to strike Marisol. Marisol was quick to respond, dodging and weaving around Therese's attacks as she searched for an opening.

The two girls continued to spar, their movements fluid and precise as they exchanged blows. Marisol was impressed by Therese's speed and agility, but she refused to back down. With a sudden twist, she managed to land a solid hit on Therese's side, causing her to stumble back.

Therese swiftly rose, a fire of determination blazing in her eyes, signaling her unwavering commitment to the fight. Marisol greeted the challenge with a smile, the thrill of the ongoing confrontation infusing her with a surge of excitement.

"Done, bitch?" Marisol taunted, her words laced with defiance. Therese, refusing to yield, shook her head, a resolute determination etched across her features. "It will never be over," she declared with unwavering conviction. With that, she launched a powerful kick towards Marisol's chest, each movement embodying the unyielding intensity of their martial clash, keeping the skirmish alive and pulsating with energy.

Marisol tumbled backward, colliding with the unforgiving floor, her gaze locked onto Therese. "Sam's mine!" she defiantly shouted, but her declaration was cut short as Therese harshly planted a foot on Marisol's chest, making each breath a struggle.

"Stop, please! I don't wa- want Sam!" Marisol gasped desperately for air, her vision blurring into an overwhelming brightness. As the lack of oxygen took its toll, a sudden blur rushed in, forcefully pushing Therese away. Gasping for precious breath, Marisol glimpsed the unexpected savior as they became a hazy silhouette.

Blinking and squinting, Marisol slowly sat up, her vision clearing enough to reveal Eli standing firm, vehemently yelling at Therese. "Leave her alone!" Eli's protective intervention brought both relief and gratitude to Marisol, who, catching her breath, watched the confrontation between the two unfold with a mix of astonishment and gratitude.

A smile involuntarily spread across Marisol's lips as Eli once again came to her rescue. Extending his hand, he offered assistance. Marisol seized the lifeline, and with a swift pull, Eli hoisted her up. In that shared moment, their eyes met, exchanging a glance that spoke volumes.

As if on cue, Eli materialized at Marisol's side once more. Seizing her other hand, he initiated a spontaneous twirl, catching Therese off guard. The impromptu dance not only momentarily disrupted Therese's focus but also forged an unspoken alliance between Marisol and Eli, a testament to their synchronicity in the face of adversity.

Seizing the opportune moment, Marisol expertly launched herself forward, her swift kick finding its mark on Therese's face. The impact reverberated through the dojo as Therese stumbled back, disoriented and momentarily stunned by the unexpected assault.

A glance between Marisol and Eli exchanged a quick grin, the shared satisfaction evident in their eyes. It was a silent celebration, a moment where they recognized the effectiveness of their collaboration. As a team, they stood united, proud of what they had accomplished together in the midst of the chaotic brawl. In that fleeting exchange, they shared an unspoken understanding – a formidable duo, unstoppable against whatever challenges came their way.

Marisol and Eli shared a triumphant moment, the glow of success reflected in their eyes as they recognized the power of their teamwork. They stood side by side, basking in the realization that together, they were an unstoppable force.

Therese, begrudgingly acknowledging defeat, breathed out a venomous curse. "Fuck you," she hissed, pushing herself up with a determined glare. Shaking her head, Therese redirected her focus, walking away from Marisol and Eli to engage with a new opponent. The echoes of their confrontation lingered, but Marisol and Eli remained steadfast, ready to face whatever challenges the chaotic brawl threw their way.

Marisol and Eli stood face to face, their eyes locking in a poignant moment heavy with unspoken emotions. The profound sense of longing from their time apart was tangible.

"I'm sorry I joined Cobra Kai," Marisol admitted, her voice a delicate whisper carrying the weight of regret. Her gaze held Eli's, seeking understanding. "I know it hurt you, and I feel terrible about it," she added, the sincerity of her apology etched in the lines of her expression. In that vulnerable exchange, the air was charged with the complexities of their shared history and the pain that had come between them.

Eli shook his head, a mixture of understanding and relief in his eyes. "It's fine," he assured, his words carrying the weight of forgiveness and genuine concern. "I missed you a lot, but I'm glad you left. I don't want you to get hurt," he expressed, the sincerity of his sentiment evident in the subtle nuances of his expression. As Marisol flickered her eyes up to him, a soft gaze filled with gratitude, a shared understanding passed between them.

Marisol's smile grew, and she felt a tangible weight lift off her shoulders. "I'm ready for us again," she admitted, her voice tinged with newfound resolve. "I've figured things out, and my mental health is stable again." In that vulnerable exchange, the air seemed to shift, carrying the promise of healing and a renewed connection between them.

Eli's eyes sparkled with genuine joy. "That's fantastic news," he exclaimed, the excitement and happiness palpable in his voice. "I've missed you so much," he added, a soft smile playing on his lips, reflecting the depth of his emotions.

Without exchanging another word, they leaned in, closing the distance between them, and kissed passionately. In that moment, their bodies pressed together, the intensity of the kiss conveyed a sense of pure, unbridled passion. It was a shared realization — they were meant to be together. Nothing, in that instance, could deter or overshadow the depth of their connection.

Marisol pulled away, her lips adorned with a radiant grin that mirrored the warmth spreading within her. Eli, taking a deep breath, locked eyes with Marisol, the weight of his words reflecting the depth of his emotions. "Marisol, I know we've been through a lot," he drawled, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "But I can't stop thinking about you. I want to be with you again," he admitted, his gaze unwavering, laying bare the sincerity of his feelings.

"Eli, I don't know what to say," Marisol chuckled softly, her laughter carrying a blend of surprise and affection. Gently, she reached out, her fingers lightly tracing his arm. In that intimate exchange, the unspoken history and shared moments lingered, creating a delicate tension in the air as they navigated the possibility of rekindling what they once had.

Eli's fingers delicately intertwined with Marisol's. "Say you'll be my girlfriend again," he pleaded, his gaze earnest and sincere. "I promise I'll be there for you, no matter what," he added, his words carrying a pledge of unwavering support. Marisol's smile deepened, a gentle warmth spreading through her body, a mixture of nostalgia and newfound happiness.

"Yes, Eli," she laughed, her voice holding the sweet melody of joy and affection. "I'll be your girlfriend again." In that shared moment, the air seemed to shimmer with the promise of a fresh beginning, a journey for two souls rediscovering each other amidst the tapestry of their shared history.

Eli's grin widened, a reflection of pure joy and gratitude. "Thank you, Marisol," he breathed out, his voice carrying the weight of his appreciation. "I promise I won't let you down," he added with a sincere determination, the pledge of commitment evident in his words. The hug that followed was more than a physical embrace; it was a shared moment of reassurance and connection.

As they held each other, Marisol felt a sense of completeness wash over her. The warmth of Eli's embrace, coupled with the promise he made, affirmed her decision. In that intimate moment, surrounded by the assurance of their shared journey, Marisol knew that Eli was the one she wanted to be with. The world around them faded as they embraced the unfolding chapters of their renewed relationship.

( author note: I don't care if this is cheesy, it's cute‼️ )

Eli's chuckle carried a hint of embarrassment as he spoke. "I probably should confess that Moon and I were never really dating. I was just trying to make you jealous," he admitted, a gushy smile playing on his lips. Marisol responded by playfully punching his shoulder, a mix of exasperation and amusement in her eyes.

"Dumbass. I knew. Peter told me you guys broke up, and I connected the dots," she teased, the words accompanied by a lighthearted tone and a knowing look. In that moment, the playfulness between them spoke of a shared understanding, and the revelation only added another layer to the unfolding dynamics of their rekindled connection.

Eli's laughter echoed in the quiet corner, a shared moment of joy between him and Marisol. However, their privacy was short-lived. Demetri and Peter burst into the scene, clutching a tablet. Mila hurried over, out of breath, and interrupted their moment.

"Enough with the PDA! We need to protect the tablet," Mila exclaimed, her urgency cutting through the playful atmosphere. The reality of the situation quickly shifted their focus from personal moments to the pressing task at hand, emphasizing the chaos and unpredictability of their surroundings.

Their attention snapped to the commotion as they witnessed an attack on Anthony, who was defending the iPad. "Shit," they exchanged a quick glance, tightly interlocking their hands, and charged into the fray with balled fists, positioning themselves in the center, ready to defend.

Peter and Anthony worked urgently to get the video up on YouTube amidst the chaos. "Ais!" Kenny's shout added to the urgency of the situation. Simultaneously, Marisol found herself engaged in combat with a random girl. The two circled each other, eyes locked, both assessing for an opening.

Suddenly, the unknown opponent lunged forward, a fist hurtling toward Marisol's face. With practiced ease, Marisol blocked the punch, swiftly countering with a jab to the girl's stomach. The precision and fluidity of the move showcased Marisol's combat prowess in the midst of the tumultuous brawl.

The other girl stumbled backward, momentarily gasping for breath, but a resolute fire burned in her eyes. Without relenting, she let out a fierce cry and launched herself at Marisol, her hands and feet moving in a frantic blur of motion. Marisol, demonstrating agility, skillfully blocked and dodged, but the relentless assault began to wear on her.

As the strain mounted and it appeared the other girl had gained the upper hand, Marisol's keen awareness spotted an opening. With a quick feint, she drew her opponent in, closing the distance. Then, in a moment of calculated precision, Marisol unleashed a devastating blow to the other girl's stomach. The clash of their movements played out like a choreographed dance, with Marisol reclaiming control in a strategic and well-timed maneuver.

The other girl, defeated and breathless, crumpled to the unforgiving mat. Marisol, standing a few steps back, felt the rapid rise and fall of her chest, evidence of the intense physical exertion. Beads of sweat adorned her forehead, marking the effort poured into the battle, but the look in her eyes was one of undeniable victory.

As the echoes of the fierce confrontation lingered in the air, Marisol experienced a surge of pride. This wasn't just a triumph; it was a testament to her dedication and improvement. Panting, sweat-soaked, but standing tall, Marisol couldn't help but revel in the satisfaction of a hard-fought victory achieved with both style and grace.

Marisol's eyes widened in horror as she observed Sensei Kim, ruthlessly applying pressure to Tory's hand in an attempt to break it. The urgency of the situation fueled Marisol into action, and with Sam at her side, they exchanged a shared glance that conveyed both concern and determination.

"Let's do this together," Marisol proposed, her breath labored, a sheen of sweat covering her exhausted form. Sam, matching her resolve, smiled and replied, "Hell yes." In that pivotal moment, their unspoken agreement to confront the threat together added a layer of camaraderie and strength as they prepared to intervene and protect Tory from the dangerous situation unfolding before them.

Side by side, Sam and Marisol squared off against Sensei Kim, their practiced stances revealing the dedication of months of training. The air was charged with anticipation as they prepared for the challenging encounter with Kim, a formidable opponent.

"Are you ready?" Marisol inquired, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and focus. Sam nodded in response, and with synchronized precision, they launched themselves at Kim. However, the seasoned Sensei thwarted their punches and kicks effortlessly, demonstrating a level of skill that highlighted the uphill battle they faced. In a swift maneuver, Kim countered with a jab to Sam's stomach, underscoring the relentless challenge posed by their adversary.

As Sam doubled over, struggling to catch her breath, Marisol, undeterred, launched herself at Kim with unwavering determination. Her hands and feet became a flurry of motion in a relentless assault. However, Kim, a master of defense, effortlessly blocked Marisol's blows, countering with a quick and precise punch to her shoulder.

Stumbling back from the impact, Marisol's momentary setback didn't dampen her resolve. Instead, a fierce determination ignited in her eyes as she braced herself for what came next. The intense exchange emphasized both the physical toll of the confrontation and Marisol's unyielding spirit in the face of a formidable adversary.

Sam hurried to Tory's side, extending a supportive hand and gently pulling her up by the arm. Undeterred, Tory let out a fierce cry and lunged at Kim once again. Her fists became a blur in a rapid-fire assault, creating a relentless onslaught. Despite Kim's efforts to block and dodge, the strain on him became apparent.

In the midst of the intense confrontation, just as Marisol seemed to gain an advantage, Tory, determined despite her own injuries, contributed with one hand. Her movements, whether swinging a fist or attempting kicks, were a testament to her unwavering spirit. The collaborative effort between Marisol, Sam, and Tory painted a vivid picture of resilience and determination in the face of a formidable adversary.

Sam and Marisol's grins mirrored the surge of energy between them, a silent agreement to take on Sensei Kim together. With synchronized precision, they unleashed a coordinated assault, their fists and feet becoming a mesmerizing flurry of motion. Sensei Kim, undeterred, lunged forward with a fist moving at the speed of light.

Marisol, showcasing agility, sidestepped the oncoming strike, seizing the opportunity to launch a swift jab at Kim's face. Despite the calculated move, Kim effortlessly blocked the jab, countering with a fierce slash from a spike bracelet. The clash between them painted a vivid picture of skill and determination, each move and countermove reflecting the high-stakes nature of their martial arts confrontation.

She attempted to sidestep the impending danger, her agility on display, but his strike was too swift. The razor-sharp blade effortlessly cut through her shirt, leaving behind a deep, stinging gash on her arm. A cry of pain escaped her lips, but she refused to yield, her determination propelling her forward.

Undeterred by the injury, she surged back into the fray, a whirlwind of fists and fury. Her relentless assault gave him little room to breathe; he blocked and dodged, but her attacks persisted. The ebb and flow of the battle reached its climax when, with a primal cry, she unleashed a formidable blow to his jaw. The impact sent him sprawling to the ground, the fight momentarily halted by the force of her strike.

After a strenuous moment, gasping for breath and adorned with telltale streaks of blood, she lingered briefly before staggering aside. Eventually, she succumbed to her weakened state, collapsing onto her knees upon the unforgiving mat. The urgency of requiring medical attention was undeniable, yet a stubborn pride prevented her from vocalizing the need for help.

In this vulnerable state, Marisol's gaze shifted towards Sensei Kim, a complex interplay of panic and pride etched across her face. "Heard about what happened before you. Thought I should revisit it," Marisol declared, a sinister edge to her laughter amplifying the tension. Undeterred by Marisol's malevolent glee, a defiant glare pierced the air.

Amidst this charged atmosphere, Tory, undeterred and swift, reentered the scene, ready to seize the narrative's momentum once more.

Kim, displaying a blend of agility and defense, adeptly blocked and dodged Sam's attacks. However, the toll of the relentless confrontation became evident; weariness crept into Kim's movements. The battle reached a critical juncture when, with a resounding cry, Sam executed a forceful kick directly to Kim's chest. The impact sent her hurtling to the unforgiving floor, her back colliding with it in a harsh collision.

As Kim lay on the mat, gasping for breath, the arena's tension heightened. Devon, sensing the vulnerability, approached cautiously. However, any prospect of solace was shattered when Sensei Kim, instead of offering support, began a relentless verbal assault. Words, a mix of criticism and unsolicited advice, added an unexpected layer of intensity to the already charged atmosphere.

Marisol's focus was abruptly shattered by the sensation of warmth coursing down her arm. A quick glance revealed the source – the scar, a testament to an ordeal from nearly two years ago, had reopened, fresh blood staining its faded lines. "Damn it," she hissed through clenched teeth, pain etched across her face as she instinctively cradled the reopened wound.

Amidst Marisol's personal struggle, the chaotic ballet of combat resumed with Devon, Tory, Sam, and Sensei Kim entangled in a fierce dance. However, Marisol's concern deepened as her attention shifted to Mila, who was visibly distressed, retreating desperately into a corner. The urgency of the situation intensified as Marisol grappled with her own pain, torn between personal agony and the unfolding turmoil around her.

Marisol sprinted over, her arm throbbing, and knelt in front of Mila, genuine concern etched across her face. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice a soothing anchor in the chaos. Mila's muffled response was a shaky "no." Ignoring her own pain, Marisol gently took Mila's trembling hand, fingers interlocking in a reassuring grasp. She began rubbing her thumb in slow, soothing circles, hoping to bring comfort to Mila's overwhelmed state.

In a hushed tone, Marisol inquired, "What's going on?" Mila, struggling to catch her breath, confided, "Too many people. Overwhelming." The weight of the crowded environment had clearly taken its toll on Mila, and Marisol, amidst the ongoing turmoil, focused on providing solace to her distressed friend.

Marisol's eyes widened in immediate concern. "We've got to get you out of here. Come on," she urged urgently. Despite the ongoing skirmish, she delicately wrapped her arm around Mila's neck, creating a protective shield as they navigated through the chaotic surroundings.

Moving with calculated care, Marisol guided Mila through the tumultuous scene, acutely aware of both the ongoing fighting and the need to prevent her own blood from further staining the environment. Each step was a delicate dance, a balance between escaping the turmoil and ensuring that the consequences of their presence were as minimal as possible.

As they emerged into the open air, Marisol carefully settled Mila onto a nearby bench. "I'm going to call 911. There's going to be a lot of injuries," she explained with a steadiness that belied the chaos around them. Mila nodded in acknowledgment, her efforts focused on maintaining a slow and steady breath.

Marisol, her expression tense yet determined, pulled out her phone and dialed 911. As the call connected, she narrated the unfolding events in a concise yet vivid manner, ensuring that emergency services were informed of the scale of injuries and the chaotic situation left behind in the building.

The passage of fifteen agonizing minutes brought a flurry of activity. The cacophony of sirens announced the arrival of law enforcement and emergency services—cops, ambulances, and the reassuring presence of Daniel, Carmen, and Amanda. The gathering swelled further as Natasha and George appeared on the scene, adding a layer of familiarity to the chaotic tableau.

Amidst the whirlwind, the Cervantes girls' parents rushed over, their faces etched with concern. Mila and Marisol, weathered by the events, found themselves seated together in the sanctuary of an ambulance. Exhaustion weighed heavily on Mila, and she sought solace by leaning her head on Marisol's shoulder—a silent gesture of mutual support amid the unfolding chaos and uncertainty.

"Oh my God, girls!" The exclamation burst from him as his eyes widened, registering the stark condition of both Mila and Marisol. Mila bore a bloody bruised lip, a testament to the struggle they had faced. Natasha's gaze honed in on Marisol's arm, wrapped in a bandage. "Your arm," she pointed out, her concern palpable.

Marisol, displaying a resilience that bordered on stoic, simply shrugged. "Got cut open again," she stated, her words carrying a weight that hinted at the gravity of the recent events. The nonchalant admission stood in stark contrast to the visible signs of struggle etched across both Mila and Marisol, underscoring the resilience required to endure the challenges they had faced.

Natasha embraced both girls tightly, a mixture of relief and concern evident in her expression. "Aw, my girls," she whispered with a heartfelt tone, a frown lingering on her face as she reluctantly pulled away. Marisol, in an attempt to lighten the mood, chuckled softly. "On the bright side, me and Eli are back together," she shared, introducing a note of positivity amid the lingering tension. The revelation hinted at a personal triumph amidst the chaos, offering a glimmer of hope in the aftermath of the tumultuous events.

Natasha shook her head, a wistful smile playing on her lips. "To be honest, I thought it would be you and Sam in the end, but you and Eli always seem to be running back to each other," she admitted, a touch of observational wisdom in her words. Mila couldn't help but giggle in response, the sound breaking through the tension. "I've always been on Team Eli," she confessed with a playful glint in her eyes, offering a lighthearted perspective on the intricate dynamics that had played out.

George cleared his throat, his admission coming forth with sincerity. "As much as I didn't like Eli at one point, and said I wanted her and Sam, I was only saying it because I was mad, but I've always been Team Eli in my heart."

Marisol gazed at her family, eyes wide with surprise. "You guys secretly rooted for Team Sam or Team Eli? Is this a TV show?" she joked, earning a playful nudge from Mila. "Come on, sis... Your life is like a TV show, or better yet, a book."

Marisol's eyes performed an exaggerated roll. "Okay, whatever," she grumbled, her tone a blend of sarcasm and playful annoyance. George, sensing the need for a heartfelt moment, proceeded to hug his daughters. "I'm sorry for not being here a lot lately. I'm gonna try to be. I love you girls. You're my life," he expressed, tightening his embrace.

In the midst of this family scene, Natasha couldn't resist injecting a bit of humor. She playfully smacked George's arm and remarked, "George, I think you're hugging them too tight." The mix of sincerity, familial affection, and light-hearted banter created a well-rounded snapshot of this family dynamic.

His eyes widened in realization as he pulled away. "Sorry," he apologized, a trace of sheepishness in his expression. Mila and Marisol couldn't help but chuckle at the moment. "We love you too, Dad," they reassured him, their words carrying warmth and understanding.

Natasha spotted Eli approaching with a grin. "Marisol, I think your boyfriend's on his way over," she said, lowering her voice. Marisol glanced over, her lips curling into a smile. She pushed herself off the ambulance, meeting Eli halfway. "Hi."

"I love you!" he blurted out, catching Marisol off guard, her eyes widening in shock. "Please say something. Do you feel the same way?" he whispered, seeking reassurance. Marisol nodded, her response equally tender. "I love you too, Eli. I always have."

Marisol's heart pounded in her chest as she locked eyes with Eli. Months of dancing around each other had led to this moment, a genuine readiness for a committed connection. Eli reached out, taking her hand and drawing her closer. The heat radiating from his body enveloped her, inducing a slight dizziness as they embraced the reality of being truly ready for each other.

He leaned in, the anticipation hanging in the air as his lips delicately brushed against hers in a tender kiss. In that moment, she closed her eyes, willingly allowing herself to get lost in the dance of their connection, her body instinctively responding to the gentle touch.

As the kiss deepened, she felt his hands tracing a path over her body, each caress sending shivers down her spine. The embrace tightened as she pressed herself closer, an unspoken desire to feel every inch of him, to merge completely in the intensity of the shared passion.

When they finally pulled away, a delicate separation that left their lips tingling, they found themselves looking into each other's eyes. Both were left breathless, the weight of the moment lingering, as they navigated the uncharted territory of a newfound connection.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Eli confessed, his voice low and husky, carrying the weight of pent-up desire. "Me too," Marisol replied, a genuine smile lighting up her face, the shared acknowledgment adding a layer of connection between them.

They stood in that moment, the air filled with a mixture of newfound intimacy and the promise of more to come. Marisol recognized that this was merely the inception of a journey marked by countless kisses and shared moments. Despite the anticipation of what lay ahead, she found contentment in the present, relishing the simple joy of being with him—feeling his arms around her, surrounded by the warmth of his love.

Mila couldn't hide her disgust and gagged from behind them. Sensing her reaction, Marisol and Eli pulled away, turning their attention to her as she stuck her tongue out and declared, "You two are gross," her hands on her hips, exuding sass. Unfazed, Marisol quirked a brow and fired back, "Oh yeah? Didn't you give Anthony hickeys?" Mila's mouth dropped open, caught off guard by the revelation.

"Marisol!" Mila scolded, attempting to salvage the situation, her embarrassment evident. George's jaw clenched as he absorbed the information. "YOU DID WHAT!" he exclaimed, a mix of shock and parental concern, reacting to the unexpected revelation with a fatherly instinct to protect and understand.

Marisol's eyes widened in surprise as George seized her arm, guiding her aside for a conversation. With her hands casually tucked into her pockets, she rocked back and forth on her heels, attempting a nonchalant demeanor. "Oops," she admitted with an innocent smile, acknowledging the mild chaos she had caused. Eli, witnessing the exchange, shook his head in a mix of amusement and affection. "This is why I love you," he declared, his arm encircling her in a gesture that conveyed both fondness and an acceptance of Marisol's quirky nature.

Marisol felt her cheeks flush a bright red. "I love hearing you say I love you," she whispered to Eli, her words carrying a tender sincerity. He responded with a giggle, clearly cherishing the sentiment.

"Holy shit, is that Miguel and Sam?" Eli suddenly pointed out, diverting Marisol's attention. Following his gaze, she observed the couple sharing a kiss. Marisol shook her head, a mix of amusement and realization crossing her features.

"They were bound to get together one day. They are meant for each other more than Sam and I was," Marisol reflected, acknowledging the intricate dynamics of different relationships. She smiled at Eli, her expression filled with assurance. "After all, you and I are meant for each other," she added, returning her gaze to him with a hint of affection.

Eli planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Should I go talk to Sam?" Marisol inquired, receiving a nod of approval from Eli. "I think you should... to clear the air," he suggested. Marisol quickly nodded in agreement, taking confident steps toward Sam.

In the rearrangement of conversations, Miguel tactfully left Sam to engage with Eli. Marisol stood before Sam, feeling a mix of nerves and determination. "Hi," she greeted, offering a tentative yet friendly start to their conversation.

"Hi." Sam said back.

Marisol sighed. "I see you and Miguel are together now."

Sam shrugged, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "Yeah... Therese was more like a summer fling, and you... You will always be my first love. Miguel... well, we'll see. I know him and Hollis were on and off, but he liked me before, and we've been hanging out," she admitted, a soft smile gracing her lips. Marisol chuckled, appreciating the honesty in Sam's words.

"Yeah... Me and Eli are together again. We're gonna commit to each other for real this time, actually communicate if we have fights rather than breaking up all the time. We said 'I love you' too," Marisol shared, a genuine warmth in her voice. The laughter and shared revelations between the two hinted at a renewed understanding and a sense of optimism for the future.

Sam nodded, a genuine smile lighting up her face. "I'm happy for you two," she expressed sincerely, her words carrying warmth and a sense of genuine goodwill.

Marisol chuckled. "Thanks... I just wanted to say I'm sorry for everything," she apologized, a sincere tone in her voice. Sam responded with an empathetic look. "Me too, I'm sorry too—" Sam paused, her attention caught by the bandage on Marisol's arm. "What happened?" she inquired, concern knitting her brows.

Marisol sucked in her teeth. "Oh, Sensei Kim got me good... It's all good, but I don't think I've said this, but I guess... huh, we have matching scars now," she shared, a hint of humor underlying the acknowledgment of the shared experience. Sam chuckled, appreciating the camaraderie in their now-matching scars.

"I guess," Sam grinned, finding a certain connection and lightheartedness in the unexpected consequence of their encounters with Sensei Kim. The scars became a unique bond, a testament to the challenges they had faced and overcome together.

"Hey, Mars!" Demetri called her over. Marisol waved to Sam, a smile exchanged, before she walked over to join Demetri, Eli, and Miguel. The atmosphere was charged with an unusual mix of emotions.

As Marisol approached, the trio shared the unexpected news – Kreese is dead. A wave of shock washed over her, the weight of the revelation sinking in. Yet, beneath the shock, there was an undeniable sense of relief, as if a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. Maybe, just maybe, it was all over now. The end.

Marisol grappled with conflicting emotions, processing the news that brought closure to a tumultuous chapter. The relief mingled with a tinge of disbelief, leaving her standing there, caught between the past and an uncertain future.

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ash speaks!

HAHAH NOT YET BITCH. Kreese escaped, her mom almost escaped, her mom is about to team up with Sensei Kim in jail🤗🤗

SEE YAAAAA UNTIL SEASON SIX BITCH

p.s. I'm gonna miss Marisol. This whole book was kinda like a remake of Meteor Shower. . . But better. It's been nice writing her. I'll be back for Season Six ofc!! Anyways, mwah, peace out for now.

Also I use Snapchat AI to help me with the karate moves cuz I don't know how to do karate and I suck at writing scenes😭 but that's what I only use it for.