The next morning, Andrea woke up with bruises that throbbed under the thin skin of her cheek and ribs. The soreness was a reminder—this wasn’t just a club. This was war.
At school, Robby’s cold stare found her the moment she stepped into the hall. He didn’t say a word but the silence was loud.
“Watch your back,” Hawk whispered as he fell in step beside her. “That guy’s bad news.”
Andrea smirked. “Bad news is my middle name.”
During lunch, the Cobra Kai crew gathered around a scratched-up table. Miguel was already halfway through a story about a wild spar last week, making everyone laugh except Andrea, who was watching Robby from across the room.
“Why does he hate you so much?” Demetri asked.
Andrea shrugged. “Beats me. Maybe he doesn’t like the idea of me crashing the party.”
“Or maybe he sees something in you that scares him,” Hawk said, raising an eyebrow.
Andrea’s phone buzzed again. Another unknown number.
**"Meet me at the old gym after school. Alone."
No signature. No explanation.
She showed the message to Hawk and Miguel. “What do you think?”
Miguel frowned. “Sounds like a trap.”
Hawk nodded. “But if you go, we’ve got your back. No funny business.”
Andrea just smiled. “I’m not exactly the damsel in distress.”
The afternoon dragged on, and soon the halls were emptying. Andrea’s heart hammered as she made her way to the rundown gym at the edge of campus.
Robby was there, leaning against a dusty wall, arms folded. His eyes were sharp, but his voice was quieter than she expected.
"You shouldn’t be messing with Cobra Kai," he said.
Andrea squared her shoulders. "Neither should you."
A tense silence stretched before Robby stepped forward.
"You think this is all just kicks and punches? It’s more. It’s survival."
"So am I," Andrea said, fists clenched.
Before she could react, Robby threw a quick jab. Andrea blocked, and the fight exploded — fists flying, feet kicking, sweat and determination mixing in the stale air.
They matched each other move for move, neither backing down.
When it ended, both were breathing hard, bruised, but… something had shifted.
"You’ve got guts," Robby admitted, stepping back.
Andrea wiped blood from her lip. "Takes more than a scowl to scare me."
Back at the dojo, the Cobra Kai crew greeted her with cheers.
"Show her the ropes, Miguel," Hawk said.
Miguel nodded and pulled Andrea into the next spar.
They moved with practiced precision, testing each other's limits. Miguel was fast, but Andrea was fierce. Every punch was a conversation—challenge, respect, fire.
Johnny paced nearby, barking orders. "Keep your guard up! This isn’t a game!"
When Miguel landed a solid punch to Andrea’s ribs, she gritted her teeth but smiled. Pain was progress.
"That’s it!"
After training, Johnny pulled Andrea aside.
"You’re raw," he said, voice low. "But you’ve got something. Don’t waste it."
Andrea met his eyes. "I won’t."
His expression softened for a moment.
"Remember, this is Cobra Kai. Strike first. Strike hard. No mercy."
That night, alone in her room, Andrea stared at the bruises forming on her body. The pain was constant but so was the fire inside her.
Her phone lit up.
"Keep your friends close... but your enemies closer."
No name.
Andrea smirked.
"Game on," she whispered.
Andrea tossed her phone on the bed and ran a hand over her face, feeling the sting of fresh bruises under her fingertips. The echo of Johnny’s words rang in her head — no mercy. But was she ready to fully embrace that? Or would the darkness start to consume her?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door.
“Hey,” came a soft voice. It was Hawk.
Andrea sat up, rubbing her eyes. “What’s up?”
Hawk stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Thought you might want some company. Training’s brutal, but you’re holding your own.”
Andrea smirked. “Thanks, but I’m not the fragile type.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve seen that firsthand. Look, you’ve got people who’ve got your back here. Just… don’t let Robby get under your skin too much. He’s got his own demons.”
Andrea’s gaze hardened. “Everyone’s got demons. That just means they can’t run from me.”
Hawk’s expression softened. “Careful, Andrea. The Cobra Kai path… it changes people. I’ve seen it. We’re not the kids we were a year ago.”
She nodded slowly, understanding what he meant. “Maybe that’s why I’m here. To see if I can be better. Or worse.”
The next day at the dojo, Johnny’s voice cut through the air like a whip.
“Positions! Eyes on your opponent! You either strike or get struck!”
Andrea’s heart pounded as she faced Miguel on the mat. Unlike her fight with Robby, this was less about anger and more about skill and respect.
Miguel smirked. “Ready to get schooled?”
Andrea laughed, “In your dreams.”
They circled each other, the tension crackling.
Miguel attacked first—a fast jab to her ribs. Andrea blocked, countered with a swift kick to his thigh.
Their spar was intense but controlled, every hit a test of strength and will.
“You’re getting better,” Miguel admitted, breathing hard.
Andrea wiped sweat from her brow. “Takes a lot to keep up with you.”
Johnny watched from the side, arms crossed. “Good. Keep pushing.”
Later, after class, Andrea sat alone on the bleachers. Her phone buzzed again.
Another message from the unknown number:
“The real fight starts now. Choose your side wisely.”
Her fingers trembled as she read it. Who was watching her? And what side did she even want to choose?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.
“Need a hand?”
Andrea looked up. It was Robby.
She met his eyes, wary but curious.
“Why do you keep showing up?” she asked.
Robby shrugged. “Because this fight isn’t just about Cobra Kai or Miyagi-Do. It’s about something bigger. And you’re caught right in the middle.”
Andrea’s heart raced. “Maybe I’m not so lost after all.”
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