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Marisol's heart swelled with anticipation, her excitement bubbling over like a fizzy soda. It felt like just yesterday that she blew out the candles on her seventeenth birthday cake, and now, it was time to celebrate her sister's special day. The irony wasn't lost on her - when Marisol was a wide-eyed four-year-old, her older sister was turning six, and their mom surprised them all by giving birth to little Mila Cervantes on October 28th.

Just two days after Marisol's own birthday. The synchronicity of their shared birthday week added an extra layer of magic to their family's October traditions, filling their hearts with warmth and love.

Oh, I totally get what you mean! When Marisol was just a feisty six-year-old, she probably thought she could totally boss around her baby sister. But, as you can imagine, things didn't quite go as planned. Marisol ended up getting into trouble instead. It's interesting how siblings can have such different dynamics, right?

Sophie seemed to have no issues with Mila, but Marisol struggled to warm up to her. However, as time went on, something magical happened. When Mila turned four and Marisol was eight, they started to develop a bond. Sure, they still had their fair share of arguments then and now, but at the end of the day, their love for each other runs deep. It's a special connection that only siblings can understand.

Marisol couldn't contain her excitement as she meticulously planned every detail of Mila's surprise birthday party for an entire three months. The anticipation built up inside her like a pressure cooker ready to explode. As she busied herself with setting up the snack tables, her heart skipped a beat when she suddenly turned around and found herself face to face with Sam and Anthony at the door.

"Hey! Sorry for barging in," Marisol blurted out, her words accompanied by a relieved exhale. She quickly glanced around the room, taking in the scene, before playfully walking over to the snack table. With mischievous delight, she dipped her finger into the creamy pudding, savoring the sweet sensation as she licked it off with a satisfied grin. It was a small moment of indulgence amidst the whirlwind of party preparations.

Marisol couldn't help but burst into laughter, her joyous sound filling the room. "Oh, it's all good!" she exclaimed, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "I just can't believe that Mila is getting one year closer to being a full-blown teenager, so I'm determined to make this birthday celebration extra special while she's still in the sweet stage."

As Marisol spoke, her gaze shifted towards Anthony, who was unintentionally blocking the entrance. Sam, catching Marisol's glance, turned her head and playfully rolled her eyes. "Anthony, seriously, get your head out of your phone and let Natasha inside," she scolded, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and affection. Anthony reluctantly tore his gaze away from his screen and looked at Natasha, a reluctant smile forming on his face as he finally acquiesced to Sam's request.

Natasha's eyes narrowed mischievously as she looked down at Anthony, a devilish grin spreading across her face. Anthony, caught off guard, felt a shiver run down his spine and quickly retreated towards the games, hoping to escape the playful torment.

Natasha's laughter filled the air, a melodic sound that echoed through the room. She turned her gaze towards Marisol and Sam, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "I absolutely love messing with that gameboy," she quipped, her voice taking on a thick Russian accent. With a playful wink in their direction, she sauntered off to finish setting up the games, leaving Marisol and Sam chuckling in her wake.

Sam looked back at Marisol, mouth gapped open with her eyebrows down. She plastered a smile on her lips. "Your step-mom is still cool." she giffled as Marisol smiled back. "I agree, i'm just hoping my dad can keep Mila out of the house long enough."

Sam's eyes narrowed in curiosity as she gave Marisol a searching look. "Seriously, where did they go?" she asked, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Marisol let out a deep breath, feeling the tension in her shoulders melt away. She moistened her lips, preparing to spill the exciting details. "Well, you won't believe it," she began, her voice filled with excitement.

"She and my dad actually went to the StrangerCon convention! She practically begged my dad to take her there for her birthday. Can you imagine? All she wanted was to meet Millie Bobby Brown and Sadie Sink in person. And guess what? Her wish came true!" Marisol's eyes sparkled with joy as she shared the thrilling news with Sam.

Sam's eyes widened in surprise, forming a perfect 'o' shape with her mouth. "Oohh, now I get it! But why in the world did they decide to leave early?" she asked, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. Marisol raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, let me tell you about my sister. She's a real hothead, always on the verge of exploding. It's like she inherited that fiery temperament from our mom," Marisol explained, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.

Marisol couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Sam click her tongue and flash another one of her signature smiles. With one hand confidently placed on her hip, Sam exclaimed, "Oh yeah, just imagine if someone had the audacity to cut her in line for the Meet and Greet!" Marisol couldn't contain her amusement as she sucked in a breath through her teeth.

"Oh, you bet! They'd probably end up in the hospital, and she'd be off to juvie," Marisol said, punctuating her words with a knowing point. The two friends erupted into a fit of laughter, their giggles filling the air, until their eyes were suddenly drawn elsewhere. Their laughter came to an abrupt halt as they locked eyes with a certain someone in the distance. The mischievous twinkle in their eyes hinted at an unexpected turn of events.

Hawk confidently sauntered through the front door, clutching a beautifully wrapped gift in his hands. The moment Sam and Marisol laid eyes on him, their expressions turned icy, their glares piercing through him like daggers. "What's that guy doing here?" Sam hissed, her voice filled with venom. Marisol felt a shiver run down her spine, her blood boiling with a mix of anger and curiosity. Why in the world was he even allowed to step foot in this house? "Beats me," Marisol replied, her voice tinged with confusion. "Natasha was the one in charge of the guest list. Maybe she thought it would be interesting to have him around."

Natasha had this sneaky little plan up her sleeve to find out once and for all who Marisol was crushing on, Eli or Sam. She was all about creating this ongoing love triangle, but honestly, even she was starting to lose track of who she wanted to root for. she saw Mila's birthday party as the perfect opportunity to put her plan into action. Natasha casually leaned against the counter, munching on her crackers like she had all the secrets in the world. It was like she was the puppet master, pulling all the strings and waiting to see how things would play out.

Sam let out an exasperated sigh, her eyes shifting over to Anthony, who interrupted their conversation with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Uh, looks like Anthony needs me," she muttered, her voice tinged with annoyance. "Can we talk later?" Marisol couldn't help but giggle, a soft grin spreading across her face. "Yeah, no problem," she replied, understanding the situation.

As more and more people streamed in, the atmosphere in the room became livelier by the minute. Marisol's eyes landed on Eli, who was engrossed in a conversation with Mitch on her couch. She couldn't help but wonder why Mitch had made an appearance. It was a puzzling sight, to say the least. Just as she was about to dive into her thoughts, her phone buzzed, drawing her attention away from the crowd.

Dad: two minutes away.

Marisol's eyes widened with anticipation, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Hey, everyone, hustle up and find your spots! She's about to make her grand entrance!" she announced, her voice filled with excitement as she yelled over the commotion. With a swift flick of her hand, she turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.

Marisol couldn't contain her giddy excitement as she crouched down, her kazoo pressed against her lips, ready to play her part. The seconds felt like an eternity, but Eli, sensing the suspense, moved closer to Marisol, standing by the door, their shared enthusiasm palpable.

She couldn't help but let out an exaggerated eye roll, creating distance between her and him. Natasha's eyes darted between the two, her gaze landing on Sam, who was crouched behind the couches with Anthony. Her attention then shifted back to Eli and Marisol, and she couldn't help but notice Eli reaching out to touch Marisol's hand. Time seemed to freeze as the older Cervantes sister momentarily froze, her hand lingering for a second before she gently pulled it away. The tension in the room was palpable.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the front door swung open, revealing George and Mila standing there. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MILA!" the entire gang shouted in unison, their voices filled with excitement and joy. Mila's mouth dropped open, forming a perfect "O" shape, as she let out a high-pitched squeal of delight. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the incredible sight before her.

It was a Stranger Things extravaganza, with decorations, props, and costumes that transported her straight into the Upside Down. Mila couldn't contain her excitement, her heart racing with pure happiness. This was a birthday party she would never forget.

She locked eyes with Marisol, her gaze filled with genuine gratitude. With determination, she took confident strides towards her, closing the distance between them. "Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement and appreciation. Unable to contain her joy, she wrapped her arms around Marisol, pulling her into a tight and heartfelt hug.

A radiant smile adorned her lips, as Marisol's comforting touch rubbed her back, providing a sense of warmth and reassurance. "You have no idea how much this means to me," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity and gratitude.

Anthony mustered up the courage and took a few steps closer, his throat clearing in a nervous attempt to capture Mila's attention. "Uhm, hi, Mila," he greeted, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Mila turned around, her smile widening as her eyes met his. "Hi, Anthony," she exhaled, her voice soft and warm. Anthony couldn't help but feel captivated by her beauty. She was dressed in a stunning outfit, her hair elegantly pinned up and cascading in loose waves. He gathered his thoughts, his words stumbling out in a slightly shaky voice. "C- Can we talk?" he stuttered, his vulnerability shining through.

Marisol's eyebrows arched, a mischievous smirk dancing on her lips as she witnessed Mila's bold move of grabbing Anthony's hand and leading him towards the photobooth. George, standing nearby with his arms crossed, couldn't help but scoff. "That kid better not break her heart," he grumbled, his voice dripping with a hint of protectiveness.

Sensing her dad's concern, Marisol shot him a meaningful look, silently urging him to let go of his worries. "Hey, Dad, let's not dwell on that. How did the convention go?" she quickly interjected, steering the conversation towards a more positive and engaging topic.

George glanced at Marisol, his arms slowly unfolding as he prepared to spill the details. "You won't believe what happened," he began, his voice filled with a mix of astonishment and concern. "Mila found herself in a heated altercation, on the verge of a full-blown fistfight. But, luckily, I quickly stepped in and managed to diffuse the situation before things escalated any further," he explained, his tone emphasizing the gravity of the moment.

Marisol's laughter filled the air as she couldn't contain her curiosity. "Oh my gosh, spill the tea! Who's the other girl, and what's this whole drama about?" she asked, her eyebrow arching in anticipation. George chuckled, ready to dish out the details. "It's Lia," he revealed, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Turns out, she's got a major crush on Anthony." Marisol gasped, her excitement evident in her voice. "Oh shittt," she exclaimed, elongating the word for emphasis, her hand instinctively hovering over her mouth in shock and amusement.

Marisol's eyes wandered over to Anthony and Mila, a flicker of recognition crossing her face. It was like looking into a mirror, reminding her of her own connection with Eli. But she quickly put on a facade, forcing a smile onto her lips. However, that smile quickly faded as Eli approached them and engaged in conversation with Mila. Marisol's glare intensified, her eyes fixated on the back of Eli's head, filled with a mix of frustration and resentment.

Two days had passed, and Monday arrived with a heavy dose of tension hanging in the air. With a determined stride, she entered the English class, only to find Eli occupying her usual spot, engaged in a conversation with Moon. It was clear that Moon felt uneasy, and she couldn't help but approach their table with a sarcastic smile gracing her lips. "Is he causing you trouble, Moon?" she quipped, her voice tinged with a mix of concern and irritation.

Moon anxiously nibbled on her bottom lip, shooting her a desperate look, silently pleading for support. Fueled by frustration, she forcefully smacked her hand onto the table in front of Hawk, asserting her authority. "Get out of my seat, Birdie," she snarked, a confident smirk dancing on her lips. Eli couldn't help but emit a dry laugh, his eyebrow arching in amusement. "Whatever you say, princess," he retorted, rising from his seat and playfully winking at her before strolling back to his own.

Marisol rolled her eyes, gripping onto the strap of her backpack as she plopped down beside Moon. She turned her head towards her, a mix of curiosity and irritation in her voice. "Seriously, why was he talking to you?" she inquired, her tone laced with skepticism. Moon clicked her tongue, a nervous habit she had developed.

She paused for a moment, glancing at Hawk who shot her a hopeful, pleading look. Gathering her thoughts, she finally responded, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was about... our project," she admitted quietly, her gaze drifting away, avoiding direct eye contact with Marisol.

She scrunched up her forehead, a frown etching across her face as she reluctantly nodded. The uncertainty swirled within her, leaving her feeling completely lost. It was bewildering that even her own sister chose to keep her in the dark about the nature of Hawk's conversation with Moon.

Marisol flopped down onto the lunch table, joining Moon and Yasmine. She couldn't help but feel a lingering dislike towards Yasmine, even though she had reached a point of tolerating her presence. The fact that Yasmine hadn't apologized yet still bothered her. Marisol's mouth watered as she munched on her Doritos, savoring the cheesy goodness.

Just as she was lost in her snack, Demetri approached with their science project. Marisol's eyes widened, her jaw practically hitting the floor as she took in the massive size of the covered project. "Holy fuck," she blurted out, unable to contain her astonishment.

He tilted his head upwards, a playful glint in his eyes as he flashed a snarky grin. "Ready to rock our earth science presentation?" he quipped, carefully placing it down. Yasmine, not one to back down, shot back with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I'm sooo looking forward to going back to a world where we don't have to talk on a regular basis." Their banter filled the air, adding an extra layer of tension to their interaction.

Marisol let out a light scoff, her eyes narrowing as she fixed Yasmine with a blank expression. "And I can't wait for the day when I don't have to carry the entire group with Demetri. You're a terrible team player, and let's be real, you've always had a knack for being a bully." Her words cut through the air, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Yasmine rolled her eyes, a dismissive gesture that only fueled the tension. "Well, I'm counting down the seconds until I don't have to listen to your constant nagging voice and hear about your history with Hawk," she shot back, her voice tinged with a hint of resentment. The air crackled with their mutual disdain, as their words hung heavy in the air.

Marisol felt the surge of anger rise within her, a burning desire to give Yasmine a taste of her own medicine. The thought of clocking her in the face crossed her mind, but she knew better than to give in to her impulses. Instead, she locked eyes with Yasmine, her glare filled with frustration and resentment, her jaw clenched tightly.

"Come on, guys, let's just stop this," Moon pleaded, her eyes darting between Marisol and Yasmine, a look of desperation on her face. Marisol let out a heavy sigh, her gaze dropping to her plate as she tried to tune out the escalating tension. Lost in her own thoughts, she found solace in the temporary escape from the argument unfolding before her.

Why did Yasmine bring up Eli? What did she even mean? Did Eli also say something to her? So many things went through her head.

She pops her head up as a ball unexpectedly smacks her. Yasmine and Demetri's project grabs her focus, and she lifts her gaze to find guilt etched on Hawk's face. Her jaw tightens, and with determination, she pushes her chair back and strides over to him, her glare piercing. "What the heck was that?" she hollers, her voice filled with frustration. He shrugs nonchalantly, attempting to deceive her. "Looks like my ball accidentally got away," he fibs, his nonchalant tone failing to hide his guilt.

"That took me and Demetri three freaking weeks, you freaking asshole!" she shouted at him, her voice filled with frustration and anger. He smirked cockily, his confidence evident as he toyed with the ball in his hands. "Eh, took my ball three measly seconds to destroy," he retorted, his tone dripping with arrogance.

She shook her head, her lips twisting into a deep frown. "Seriously, who the heck do you think you are?" she retorted, her voice laced with disbelief. Hawk's eyes widened ever so slightly, a hint of guilt shimmering in his gaze, though she remained blissfully unaware of it.

Demetri sauntered up behind Marisol, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, well, another week, another pissing contest," he jeered, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. Hawk shot him a menacing glare, closing the distance between them. Marisol watched anxiously, silently praying that things wouldn't escalate into a full-blown brawl. "Don't get too cocky, you only landed one lucky kick," Hawk sneered, his voice filled with defiance.

Sam materialized abruptly on the other side of Marisol, her face twisted with determination and a hint of anger. "You better back off, or you're gonna regret it," she snapped, shooting Hawk a scathing look. Marisol couldn't help but feel her confidence shrink in that moment. This was her fight, not theirs. Hawk's anger was clearly directed at her, and she couldn't shake the thought that he was using this situation to get back at her.

Hawk let out a disdainful scoff, his gaze shifting to Counselor Blatt as she made her rounds. Marisol's eyes remained fixed on him, fully aware of the thoughts brewing in his mind. In a split second, she unleashed a resounding slap across his face, eliciting a chorus of "oohs" from the Cobra Kai students behind him. Sam and Demetri stood frozen, their jaws dropping in disbelief. "Marisol!" Sam scolded, unable to comprehend what had just transpired. Hawk's mind raced, replaying Marisol's words over and over again. And she had actually followed through with it.

Counselor Blatt stormed over, her face contorted with disapproval. "Miss Cervantes! You better get your butt to Dr. Santos' office right now!" she shouted, her voice carrying down the hallway. Marisol couldn't help but roll her eyes in annoyance, but she begrudgingly complied, trudging towards Dr. Santos' office with a mix of frustration and resignation.

Dr. Santos settled into her chair, pen in hand, as she meticulously scribbled down her thoughts. Marisol sat beside her, her nerves frayed, anticipating George's arrival. A soft knock resonated through the room, and George sauntered in, shooting Marisol a meaningful glance. "Seriously, Mars? Slapping a student?" he scolded, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and reproach.

Marisol's eyes rolled in exasperation, a clear sign of her annoyance. "He deserved it, okay? He was being a total bitch," she blurted out, her teeth grinding together in frustration. Dr. Santos swiftly intervened, her voice firm, "Language, Marisol!" George settled into the chair next to Marisol, his curiosity piqued. "Alright, spill the beans. What exactly happened?" he asked, eager to unravel the situation.

"Okay, let me give you the lowdown. So, Miss Cervantes comes up to me all serious-like, saying her daughter slapped a student. She's accusing him of wrecking his science project, but guess what? The guy gave me a statement, swearing it wasn't him, and he's pointing fingers at Miss LaRusso," she explained, her tone filled with intrigue. Marisol couldn't help but scoff, her body slumping in the chair. "He's freaking lying," she snarled, her frustration boiling over.

"Listen up, Mr. Murphy. Brace yourself for this news: your daughter is about to face a week-long suspension. Yeah, we ain't messing around when it comes to fighting," she delivered the message with a serious tone. George was taken aback, his brow quirked in surprise. "Suspension? I get it, she slapped someone, but seriously? Don't you think ISS or detention would be a more fitting punishment?" he honestly questioned, expressing his thoughts on the matter.

Dr. Santos sucked in her teeth, a sign of discomfort. "I'm sorry, but our new policies strictly forbid any personal contact," she apologized, her tone reflecting the seriousness of the situation. George couldn't help but scoff, clearly skeptical. "Yeah, okay. Let's not waste any more time here, sweetie," he said, rising to his feet with a hint of frustration.

As they walked out, Marisol turned to her dad, her voice filled with concern. "Am I gonna get in trouble? I'm sorry, Eli was being a total jerk and-" Her dad interrupted her, his tone reassuring. "You're not in trouble, sweetheart. I'm proud of you for standing up to him. That's exactly what I've always taught you. And I'm really glad you're not taking things too far with karate. Why don't you head to the car, alright? I'll have a talk with your principal and sort things out."

She nodded in agreement, a sense of understanding washing over her. With a determined stride, she walked outside and settled into the comfort of her dad's car. Just as she started to relax, her phone buzzed with an incoming FaceTime call from Sam. She tapped the screen and was greeted by Sam's furious expression. "What's up?" she sighed, her annoyance palpable as she glared at Sam through the phone.

Sam's eyes narrowed, a fiery intensity burning within her. "You struck first! Since when?" she yelled, her voice filled with accusation. Marisol couldn't help but roll her eyes, a mix of annoyance and defiance on her face. She casually set her phone down on the dashboard, a nonchalant gesture that contrasted with the tension in the air. "So what? I don't do freaking karate, so don't get your pants all twisted up," she shot back, her words laced with a hint of defiance.

Sam let out a scoff, her tone filled with disbelief and frustration. "Seriously? And your so-called 'boy toy,' Hawk, had the audacity to get me, Hollis, and Demetri Saturday detention! We were just in the middle of a soccer game, minding our own business, when they decided to start a full-on brawl," she exclaimed, adding a slight twist of exaggeration to emphasize her point.

Marisol couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and curiosity dancing in her eyes. "Boy toy? Come on, Sam, don't be so jealous. It's not like I have control over his actions. And since when did you and my cousin become best buddies?" she retorted, her voice laced with a hint of playful banter.

Sam's laughter echoed through the phone, but it held a dry, taunting quality. A smirk played on her lips as she fired back, "Jealous? Who said I was jealous? And let's get real, me and Hollis are just friends. We met in Science class, you know. Unlike you, I actually talk to him." Her words were laced with an intention to make Marisol feel both jealous and foolish. Marisol's eyebrows furrowed, her frustration boiling over. With a sharp retort, she snapped, "Fuck you!" and abruptly ended the call, the sound of her hands smacking the dashboard punctuating her anger.

Marisol's heart sank like a stone in her chest as she glanced up and locked eyes with George. A mischievous wink passed between him and Dr. Santos, sending a surge of emotions through Marisol. Her mouth fell open in disbelief, and she couldn't help but feel a painful twinge of déjà vu. It was like reliving the heart-wrenching sight of her ex-cheer coach getting too cozy with her own father. The memories flooded back, intensifying the sinking feeling in her gut.

Marisol's jaw tightened, a clear sign of her building anger, as her dad opened the car door and settled into the driver's seat. He glanced over at her, offering a smile that did little to ease her frustration. She couldn't suppress the urge to crack her knuckles, a physical manifestation of her determination.

Behind her forced smile, a burning desire for revenge fueled her every thought. She knew that the person she was about to seek help from wasn't someone she particularly liked, but in this moment, they were her only hope. Deep down, she believed they would understand her need for vengeance.

That night, under the cover of darkness, Marisol skillfully sneaked out of her house, her heart pounding with anticipation. She made her way to Eli's house, her steps light and cautious. As she approached his porch, she reached out and pressed the doorbell, the sound breaking the silence of the night. The door swung open, revealing none other than Ms. Moskowitz, who couldn't contain her excitement. A wide grin formed on her face as she exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, Marisol! It feels like forever since we last saw each other!"

Marisol's laughter bubbled up nervously, a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I know, it's been... um, forever, right?" she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Her bottom lip found itself caught between her teeth as she anxiously glanced around, searching for any sign of Eli. Ms. Moskowitz nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up. "Oh, absolutely! Let me go get him for you!" she exclaimed, turning towards the stairs. With a loud and enthusiastic voice, she called out, "ELI! Guess who's here to see you!"

Ms. Moskowitz turned her attention back to Marisol, her eyes brimming with curiosity. "So, where are you guys headed?" she asked, her tone filled with intrigue. Marisol's lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she responded, "Well, uh, he's actually taking me out for dinner." It was a little fib, but she nodded convincingly, her smile never wavering. Just as Eli made his way down the stairs, his eyes locked onto Marisol standing at the door, his eyebrow quirking in confusion. He was about to question her unexpected presence when she playfully winked at him, leaving him intrigued and eager to find out more.

"Aw, babe, you look absolutely stunning!" she exclaimed, her smile tinged with a hint of uncertainty. Though a part of her wanted to express her regrets, she held back, not wanting to spoil the moment. With a gentle tug on his arm, she pulled him towards the door, excitement bubbling within her. "Bye, sweetie! Have the best time ever!" Ms. Moskowitz called out, her voice filled with genuine warmth and well wishes.

Eli's piercing gaze locked onto Marisol as they settled into her car, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. "What the fuck is going on?" he questioned, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and frustration. Marisol took a deep breath, understanding the weight of the situation. "Yeah, I didn't want to say it, but I also didn't want to reveal the truth to her that we've actually broken up. I could sense that you hadn't mentioned it to her," she explained, her tone tinged with a touch of regret.

He glanced at her with a guilty expression, while Marisol responded with an eye roll. "What the hell are we doing right now?" he snapped, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Because I sure as hell know this ain't no date, especially after you slapped me earlier today." He let out a snarky remark, his frustration evident. "We're gonna tag my dad's car. That jerk cheated on my stepmom again."

Eli's eyes widened in disbelief as he gave her a bewildered look. "Wait, what!? Are you serious?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with shock. Marisol couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Believe it or not, it's Dr. fucking Santos," she snapped, her tone filled with disdain. Eli's jaw dropped open in disbelief. "With that ugly thing? Damn, let's go tag his damn car," he cheered, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Marisol flashed him a playful grin as she started up her car, ready for their little revenge mission.

They hopped into the car and made their way to the Seven-11 near Cobra Kai. As they stepped inside, Eli headed straight to the spray can aisle, ready to grab the necessary supplies. Meanwhile, Marisol scoured the store in search of masks, determined to add an extra layer of disguise to their mission.

After a bit of searching, she finally found some and eagerly rejoined Eli at the counter. Just as they were about to pay, Carlos, a familiar face from Cobra Kai, appeared and greeted Eli with a friendly "Sup, Hawkman!" Marisol couldn't help but give Eli a playful look, teasing him about his nickname. After Carlos scanned their items, they walked back outside, excitement building in the air. Now came the crucial question: "So, where's your dad's car?" Eli and Marisol exchanged a knowing glance, ready to unleash their revenge.

Marisol's lips curled up into a mischievous smirk, her eyes sparkling with delight. She leaned in closer to Eli, her voice filled with a hint of secrecy. "You won't believe where he parks that precious 'tesla' of his. It's in this hidden spot, like some top-secret hiding place," she whispered, her tone filled with amusement. Eli couldn't contain his laughter, the image of Marisol's dad going to such lengths to protect his car too funny to ignore.

They hopped into Eli's dad's car and drove it to their secret spot, a hidden location known only to them. Eli eagerly grabbed the spray cans, feeling a surge of adrenaline, while Marisol handed him a mask, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. As they prepared to unleash their artistic rebellion, shaking their cans with determination, they had no idea that George, Marisol's dad, had installed a camera on the back of the car.

With each spray, their rebellious messages adorned the car's sleek surface: 'Cheater', 'Whore', 'Hoe', and a whole array of words expressing their frustration. Unbeknownst to them, George was watching the whole scene unfold on his camera feed. Filled with anger and the desire to teach Marisol a "life lesson," he wasted no time in dialing the police, determined to put an end to their mischievous escapade.

Yo, they could feel their hearts racing as the blaring sirens of the cop cars grew louder and louder. Panic washed over them, and they exchanged terrified glances, knowing they had to make a run for it. In that split second, they dropped the spray cans and took off, their legs pumping with adrenaline-fueled energy.

The cops were hot on their trail, the sound of their footsteps closing in. It was a race against time, but unfortunately, luck wasn't on their side. The officers managed to catch up, tackling them to the ground with a forceful thud. Their freedom was abruptly snatched away as the cold, unforgiving metal of the handcuffs clamped around their wrists. They were caught, their daring escapade coming to an unfortunate end.

what did i get myself and hawk into?

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ash speaks!

JESUS I HAVENT WRITTEN THIS MUCH OF A LONG CHAPTER IN A WHILE‼️‼️ proud of myself.

but i really wanted to publish this yesterday since it was indes birthday but i had NO motivation whatsoever to write soooo im a day late but happy 22nd birthday inde navarrette!!<33

i hope you enjoy this chapter!! im trying to make more original chapters:)

i kinda got lazy half way through this so im sorry if it sucks ass.