𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 ⟶ hawk.

quiver.

"no, not line up in a line." he tried
to clarify once again.

"lines, get in lines." he said again.

"you mean like... rows?" demetri
asked, obviously confused making
johnny groan and cover his face.

once they finally got into rows
as demetri put it, they were now
practicing their strikes as she
was on her computer, looking
at some old projects.

"come on, stand straight. plant
your feet in there." johnny said
positioning the boy.

"are you sure you're right handed?"
he asked, being a smart ass once
again.

"come on tits, you can do better
than that, you got weight use it.
come on." he said, his words of
encouragement.

"hey lip." and that brought her
head up, getting up to tell him to
stop.

"yeah, you. the one with the freaky
lip. who do you think i'm talking to?"
he prodded again and she froze in
her tracks.

"excuse me, mr. lawrence" demetri
started but was cut off by aisha.

"sensei lawrence." she corrected.
"aisha, shut the hell up." quinn shot
her a look.
"okay.." demetri said putting his hands
up in defense.

"you really shouldn't make fun of
someone's physical appearance." he
was absolutely right.

"oh is that so? so i'm not supposed
to mention his lip at all?" johnny
was teasing at this point.

"dad, stop. seriously." she said
looking at him attempting to
defend eli, who was obviously
uncomfortable and hurt at the
conversation.

"uh, yeah." demetri said in a duh
tone.
"i mean that's what they teach you
in school, but in the real world you
can't expect people to do what they're
supposed to do." johnny said in defense.

"alright? you hear that lip?" he
spoke again and she hit his chest.
"dad stop!" she said defending him.

"if you can't handle someone making
fun of you how are you handle an elbow
to the teeth?"

"that's not fair." she said, angry at her
father and miguel for not stepping up
and defending his friend.

"...by calling the police." demetri offered.
"demetri." miguel said in a low tone.
"knock it off." he said again.
"miguel, shut up." she snapped making
him gulp, he didn't know what he did to
piss her off.

"what?" demetri asked defensively,
they sounded exactly the same.

"he does realize the nazi's lost the
war, right?" demetri spoke again,
and that confused her.
"why should i be afraid of him?" and
they may be friends but she would
always defend her dad.

"because he has a snake on his wall?"
demetri continued, poking her dad
verbally.
"demetri, cut it out." she said softly.
"it's not like he's a teacher who can
give us a bad grade." demetri went on.

"we're paying him, he works for
us." demetri went on.
"it's not like he can actually hurt
us." and she was about to walk
up to him but her father stopped
her.

"shit." miguel said under his breath.

"you done?" johnny asked.

he then began to ask him to
strike him which wouldn't be
a good idea, if demetri knew.
but he didn't so he tried to
swing but he moved it out
of the way such ease.

"harder." johnny encouraged him.

demetri went for another one but
her dad swatted his hand away
again.
"is that all you got, princess?" he
taunted.