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Marisol and Hawk found themselves confined within the cold, gray walls of the jail cell, forced to spend a long and restless night behind bars. Thankfully, their innocence prevailed, and no charges were pressed against them. It was Natasha, their savior, who appeared like a guardian angel to bail them out of their predicament.

As they stepped out into the fresh air, Marisol's eyes locked onto Hawk, who seemed determined to walk home alone. But Marisol couldn't let their encounter end without a heartfelt conversation. She mustered up the courage to approach him, despite the stern look Natasha shot her way, indicating that time was limited.

With a firm yet gentle voice, Natasha granted Marisol a brief moment. Marisol closed the distance between them, causing Hawk to turn around, his expression reflecting a sense of defeat and vulnerability. Marisol extended her hand, a symbol of peace and reconciliation. "Amends?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine sincerity and a glimmer of hope, as she sought to mend their fractured relationship.

Hawk's eyes darted back and forth between Marisol's face and the open palm she extended towards him. A sly grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he decided to take her up on her offer. With a hint of amusement in his voice, he replied, "Sure," his smirk growing slightly. He clasped her hand in his, giving it a firm shake.

But Hawk couldn't resist adding a touch of mischief to their newfound agreement. He raised an eyebrow and quirked a playful smile. "But let's be clear, I still reserve the right to throw a few well-placed insults your way," he teased.

Marisol's laughter danced through the air, causing Hawk to pause and admire her for a moment. Her joy was infectious, and it made his heart skip a beat. "Sure," she responded, her voice filled with warmth and a hint of challenge. "And in that case, I'll keep calling you 'pigeon'."

He let out a soft hum, the sound carrying a touch of amusement. "Sure thing, princess," he said, his voice laced with playful charm. He couldn't help but give her a wink before turning on his heel and sauntering away. Marisol watched him walk off, a mix of emotions swirling within her.

As she made her way back to Natasha's car, Marisol couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She climbed into the passenger seat and immediately noticed a certain look on Natasha's face. "What's going on?" Marisol asked, her disbelief evident in her expression. She raised a hand in mock offense, waiting for an explanation.

Natasha's response was cryptic, raising Marisol's suspicions even further. "Oh, nothing," Natasha replied, her tone suspiciously nonchalant. "Just an interesting encounter, that's all." Marisol's curiosity intensified, but she couldn't quite decipher what Natasha was keeping from her. "O-kay..." Marisol responded, her voice tinged with skepticism. She knew there was more to the story, and she was determined to find out what it was.

A whole week had slipped by since that incident. George found himself subtly evading Marisol's company, aware that if they crossed paths, a lecture from her was inevitable. He didn't want any unnecessary conflicts between them, so he chose to keep his distance.

Marisol and Mila were thrilled to be at the Arcade, finally fulfilling their plans after a week of Mila's relentless pestering. It was a Saturday evening, the perfect time to enjoy some games. Mila's mischievous smirk caught Marisol's attention as she held a basketball in her hand. With a playful glint in her eyes, Mila taunted Marisol, "Do you think I can get it in?"

Marisol's face scrunched up in thought, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the challenge. She couldn't help but bite the inside of her cheek, a nervous habit. After a moment, a soft smile formed on her lips as she replied, "Yeah, I think you've got the skills to make that shot!" The anticipation and excitement filled the air as they eagerly awaited to see if Mila's aim would prove successful.

Mila's nod was filled with determination as she focused her gaze on the basket, ready to make her throw. However, just as she was about to release the ball, Hawk unexpectedly came running past, snatching the ball from her hands. Mila looked at him, a mix of surprise and annoyance on her face, and sarcastically exclaimed, "Wowww." Hawk responded with a playful wink, clearly enjoying his little act.

Marisol couldn't hide her disgust, her nose scrunching up at the sight. She couldn't believe that Hawk, who used to be her friend, was now befriending a twelve-year-old, especially since she was the younger sister of his ex. Unable to contain her curiosity, Marisol retorted, "Are you two friends now?" Her voice carried a hint of suspicion, as she gave Mila a scrutinizing look. Mila, however, simply shrugged and nonchalantly replied, "Sure." It was clear that Mila wasn't bothered by the situation, leaving Marisol even more perplexed by their newfound friendship.

Marisol gently patted Mila's back, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she walked to the other side of her sister. "Come on, let's go get you something before we go," she told her, bending down to retrieve the tickets. As she turned her head, Marisol heard a sharp whistle, causing her to glance in the direction it came from. To her dismay, she saw Rickenburger staring directly at her backside.

Mila felt a sense of invisibility wash over her, wishing she could disappear with her tickets, knowing that this encounter wouldn't end well. Even Hawk, who was standing nearby, could see the anger and rage emanating from Marisol, just from being behind Rickenburger.

Marisol's hands clenched into tight fists, her anger boiling over. "Are you seriously checking out my fucking butt?" she spat, her voice laced with fury. She locked eyes with Rickenburger, her gaze piercing through him with a harsh glare. Rickenburger, seemingly unfazed, looked down at her with a smug expression. "Yeah, it looks good on you," he said, his words dripping with arrogance. He let out another whistle, as if trying to emphasize his point. "It makes you even more hot with that butt," he added, attempting to pass it off as a compliment.

Marisol's face twisted into a frown, her eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. A scoff escaped her lips as she responded, "Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?" Her tone was filled with both irritation and sarcasm, making it clear that she was not impressed by his so-called praise.

Hawk's hand shot out, grabbing Rickenburger's arm with a firm grip. "Come on, man. That's seriously messed up. Let's just get out of here," Hawk urged, his voice filled with frustration. Rickenburger effortlessly pulled his arm away, a taunting smirk spreading across his face. "It's supposed to be a compliment," he sneered. Marisol couldn't help but respond with a hint of sarcasm, quirking an eyebrow as she retorted, "Oh, really? Because it sure doesn't sound like one to me."

Rickenburger was about to respond, but his words were abruptly interrupted by a forceful shove from Mila. "Leave my sister alone, you creep! Learn to respect girls and boundaries," Mila shouted, her voice filled with righteous anger. "It's a basic lesson from elementary school, you know? Don't stare at people's butts and respect personal space!" Hawk burst into laughter, causing Rickenburger's smirk to fade away. Marisol couldn't help but grin at Mila's fierce defense, pulling her into a warm side hug to show her appreciation.

Rickenburger and Hawk sauntered away, their presence fading into the distance. Mila's lips curled into a frown as she uttered an apology, "I'm sorry, Marisol." Marisol let out a weary sigh, her expression tinged with disappointment. "It's fine, really. Some boys just don't seem to grasp the concept of respecting women," she lamented, her frown deepening.

Mila's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her frustration bubbling over. "I mean, seriously, why don't parents teach their kids about respect and personal space? School doesn't seem to be doing the job. Where are these parents, anyway?" she rambled, her voice filled with a mix of exasperation and genuine curiosity.

Marisol nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding. "Yeah, I totally feel you on that. It's like some parents out there are just too lazy to teach their kids anything worthwhile. It's not just about respect, it's about everything. You won't believe how many stories I've heard about kids our age getting pregnant or doing the deed at such a young age. It's mind-boggling, right?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of concern and astonishment.

Mila's incredulity was evident as she nonchalantly raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? You're, like, eleven or twelve, and already into this stuff? First kisses, sure, but delving into realms like sex, drugs, and vaping? It's a bit much. Parents really need to amp up their involvement, teaching respect and making sure their kids listen. Otherwise, it's just a chaotic mess waiting to happen!"

Marisol nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "Yeah, I get what you're saying. It's important to choose the right time for certain things. Like, doing stuff that's more mature and requires a certain level of readiness, it's better to wait until you're older," she explained, her voice reflecting a mix of agreement and nervousness as she nervously bit her bottom lip.

Mila looked around, her voice filled with unease. "Can we go get a prize now? I kinda just wanna leave," she asked. Marisol sensed Mila's discomfort as she continued speaking in Spanish. "Of course," she nodded sadly, her expression reflecting understanding.

They walked up to the counter, expecting to find someone there, but it was empty. Marisol's confusion deepened since she knew Chris was supposed to be working. Where could he have gone? Mila's gaze fixated on a particular person, and she eagerly tugged on Marisol's sleeve, tickets in hand. "I just saw Hollis, Sam, Chris, and some other people from Miyagi-Do walk into the closed-off laser tag area!" she exclaimed, pointing excitedly in that direction.

Marisol gave Mila an odd look, her eyebrows furrowing with concern. "Uh... let's go find out. Stay behind me, okay? There might be a fight going on, and I want to make sure you're safe," she explained to Mila, who nodded in agreement. They cautiously made their way into the abandoned laser tag area, only to witness a chaotic scene of Cobra Kai and Miyagi-Do students engaged in an intense brawl. The sound of punches and shouts filled the air as the two dojos clashed with fierce determination.

Hollis and Hawk were locked in a brutal confrontation, their fists swinging with ferocity. Marisol's voice pierced through the chaos, filled with desperation. "Hey, hey! Everyone, please stop! This is senseless!" she yelled, her words echoing in the air. Hollis turned his gaze towards her, his eyes burning with rage, his fists tightly clenched by his sides as he advanced towards her.

Marisol could feel the intensity of his anger, causing her to instinctively take a step back. Behind her, Mila trembled, mirroring her fear. "Hollis, I don't want to fight you. Please, just stop," Marisol pleaded, her voice tinged with remorse. "I'm sorry for everything, for shutting you out. I was just so angry about my mom and your mom-"

He let out a frustrated huff, his face contorted with anger. "No way! You're taking Cobra Kai's side. You're buddies with Hawk. You're nothing but a traitor," he spat at her, his words dripping with venom.

Marisol scoffed, her eyebrows furrowing together in disbelief. "Are you seriously making a big deal out of me and Hawk spray-painting my dad's car? Come on! Are you really defending my dad and calling me a traitor? I only helped him for one night," she exclaimed, her voice tinged with a mix of innocence and guilt. As she looked at him, she could sense his seething anger. She understood why he was mad, but she couldn't help but wonder why he cared so much about her dad.

She leaned in, her gaze fixed on the intense battle unfolding between Hawk and Demetri. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as she absorbed the chaotic scene. Turning her attention back to a trembling and vulnerable Mila, she locked eyes with Hollis. "Promise me you won't hurt her. I have to put an end to Hawk," she growled, her words filled with determination and resolve. Ignoring Hollis' protest, she tried to step past him, but he forcefully shoved her aside, blocking her path.

She stumbled backward, her body colliding forcefully with the wall. It was all part of the immersive laser tag experience, but this impact was different. The sharp blow to her head sent her spiraling into unconsciousness. Mila's eyes widened in horror, a gasp escaping her lips. The once chaotic battle came to an abrupt halt as everyone's attention shifted to Marisol and Hollis, their faces frozen in shock. Hollis stood there, his body rigid with disbelief. He couldn't comprehend why he had acted in such a way. He had broken one of the fundamental principles of Miyagi-Do: never strike first.

No blood flowed from her head, but the impact had caused her stitches to slightly come undone. She would need another round of stitches to address the bleeding, which meant more stitches overall. She lay motionless on the ground, unconscious. Hawk rushed over while Sam watched from the corner, her face filled with shock. Marisol's breathing grew increasingly labored as she succumbed to a severe panic attack. Her ex-girlfriend now lay on the floor, unconscious, mirroring the chaos of the school fight.

Hawk gently cradled her head, his hands trembling as he tried to awaken her. But she remained unconscious, leaving Hawk to release a shaky breath of frustration. His eyes locked onto Hollis, his voice filled with disbelief and anger as he shouted, "What the hell, Hollis? What did you do?" The accusation hung heavy in the air. Hollis turned his gaze towards Sam, who stood in the corner, her face streaked with black tears from her smudged mascara. She stared at Marisol, her expression a mix of shock, sadness, and confusion.

Hollis sprinted out of the room, rushing past Mila, who quickly made her way to her unconscious sister. Hawk persisted in his efforts to bring her back to consciousness, his voice filled with worry and urgency, "Come on, Mars! Wake up, please! Stay with me!" He looked up at Mila, his eyes pleading. "Mila, call 911 right away!" he urged, simultaneously checking Marisol's pulse by gently placing two fingers on her upper neck. Mila swiftly pulled out her phone and dialed 911, her fingers trembling slightly as she relayed the situation to the emergency operator.

Marisol slowly regained consciousness in the hospital, greeted by some much-needed good news. The doctors informed her that she wouldn't require any additional stitches and that her concussion was relatively minor. She faced a difficult decision - whether or not to press charges against Hollis.

After careful consideration, she chose to let him off the hook, recognizing that it was an accident fueled by his anger. As the night grew late, around 2:34 am, Hawk managed to sneak into the hospital to see Marisol. He found her peacefully sleeping in her hospital bed, relieved to see her safe.

The doctors decided to keep her overnight for observation, but she would be discharged in a few hours. Earlier, Sam had entered her room, following Mila, George, and Natasha, attempting to apologize. However, Marisol couldn't find it in her heart to accept the apology, feeling that the blame ultimately fell on her dojo for initiating the conflict.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, feeling a heavy weight of remorse in his heart. All he wanted was to express his sincere apology. Just as he was about to utter the words, Marisol let out a groan and slowly rolled over, her eyes fluttering open. Blurry and disoriented at first, she squinted in the dim light, trying to make out the figure before her.

With a small gasp of recognition, she reached over to switch on the bedside lamp, illuminating Hawk's face. The room was filled with a mix of emotions as they locked eyes, both knowing that this encounter held the potential for a significant turning point in their relationship.

She furrowed her eyebrows together, a mix of confusion and irritation crossing her face as she realized it was Hawk standing there. In a hushed yet incredulous tone, she grabbed her phone to check the time. "What the heck, Hawk? It's 2:40 am! Why are you here?" she whispered-yelled, her voice filled with a hint of annoyance. Hawk's voice cracked as he tried to explain himself, his lips curling into a frown. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay..." he trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper.

She glared at him, her eyes filled with frustration, but as she took a closer look, her gaze softened. It wasn't Hawk standing there, it was Eli. The worry and fear in his eyes were palpable. "I'm okay, Eli. Nothing major happened. They were surprised because the second set of stitches came undone, but it turned out I didn't need them anymore. Just a minor concussion," she reassured him, her voice quiet and soothing. Eli nodded, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. It had been a while since she called him Eli, and it brought back a flood of memories.

He gazed at her with a tender expression, catching her attention as she arched an eyebrow and pressed her lips into a thin line. "You okay?" Marisol asked softly, her voice filled with genuine concern. He hesitated for a moment, meeting her eyes before slowly shaking his head. "What's troubling you?" she inquired, her voice barely above a whisper. "When I saw Hollis push you, it felt like I was reliving that moment all over again," he admitted, his voice tinged with a mixture of worry and vulnerability.

Marisol gave him a knowing look, her eyes filled with empathy. "Look, Eli, I want you to know that I'm okay. I'm not taking what happened too seriously because deep down, I know Hollis didn't mean it. He was just dealing with some family issues," she said, subtly alluding to her father's betrayal. Eli's lips formed a worried frown as he spoke up, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I was so worried about you, Marisol. I can't help but care about you."

A nurse entered the room, her tone stern as she addressed him. "Sorry, sir, but visitors are not allowed in here." He looked at her with a panicked expression, unsure of what to do. However, Marisol quickly came to his rescue. "Oh, he's my boyfriend. I actually texted him to come. I was feeling really anxious being in here alone," she explained, her voice filled with reassurance.

The nurse glanced at the boy with the red mohawk, her expression conveying concern. "I'm sorry, but you were supposed to inform us about situations like this for everyone's safety," she explained, her tone apologetic. Marisol nodded, giving the boy a soft smile. "Don't worry, I'll be okay," she reassured him, and he nodded back, relieved.

As they walked out with the nurse, Marisol and Eli locked eyes through the window, sharing a tender gaze. In that moment, Marisol caught a glimpse of the Eli she hadn't seen in a long time. It brought back a flood of memories and a pang of nostalgia. She couldn't help but admit that she missed that side of him, the side that made her heart flutter.

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i wrote this in school again. this chapter is okay, but i feel like the beginning sucks because i forgot half way through this that she and hawk got put in jail😭

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