𐙚˙ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚( DECODE ! ) ❛ FLIPPING THE SCRIPT ❜ CHAPTER TEN !
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CHARLIE IMPATIENTLY TAPPED HER FOOT AGAINST THE MAT, she kept glancing out the window every now and again.
Eli had been MIA since their conversation yesterday, leaving her with nothing but a growing sense of worry.
Miguel approached the girl before tapping her shoulder, "Hey, you okay?"
Charlie nodded, though her worry clear on her face despite her trying to hide it, "yeah I'm just worried about Eli, be hasn't replied to any of my texts," she admitted.
"I'm sure he's fine," he reassured her, placing a comforting arm around her shoulder. But despite his words, she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that had settled.
Johnny exited his office, and the room fell silent as everyone lined up, their attention focused on their Sensei.
"Three more absences, Sensei."
Aisha spat out her frustration. "Bunch of pusses,"
Johnny paced back and forth in front of the mirror, "No, it's my fault," he finally admitted, "Since you joined Cobra Kai, I have been hard on you. I've called you names. I've humiliated you. Some of you, I've even hit. And for that, I don't apologize."
He paused, his gaze shifting from one student to another, his eyes landing on Charlie. "Cobra Kai is about strength. If you're not strong on the inside, you can't be strong on the outside and right now, you're all weak. And I know that. Because I was you. I used to have no friends. Used to be the weirdo kid."
His eyes locked then landed on Bert, "Not that weird, I hooked up with babes and all," he added, making Charlie let out a laugh with the shake of her head.
"But the point is, I wasn't always the badass Sensei I am today. Just like a cobra, I had to shed my loser skin to find my true power. And you guys will, too."
As Johnny finished speaking, the sound of the door jingling interrupted the moment. All eyes turned towards it, and Charlie did a double take.
The bright blue mohawk was the first thing to catch her attention, mainly because she has never seen a guy with a mohawk, other then on weird tv show's and cartoons. Her eyes then lowered to his, a familiar shade of soft blue before lowering again to the smirk on his lips, and the scar above it.
"Oh my god," she muttered under her breath, unable to contain her surprise because this was Eli. Shy, awkward, insecure Eli; Eli who wore comfortable, vintage sweaters in ugly, dull colours, but somehow always managed to still look cute. Eli who got nervous whenever he spoke or interacted with her.
"What happened?"
"I'm flipping the script," he declared, his voice filled with determination.
Johnny approached, his eyes squinting at him, "Wait. Are you the kid with the lip? Nice cut, bro,"
