Aisha then began to laugh. "What's so funny, Mr. Robinson?"
"I'm sorry, Sensei. You just wouldn't understand," she shook her head, the smile still on her face.
"Try me."
"It's a Snake-Do."
"What's a Snake-Do?"
All of them, except for Delaney obviously, hissed in response. She looked around in absolute horror. "Oh my god."
"Quiet!" Sensei Lawrence turned red in the face as he yelled at his students. "5:00 a.m. tomorrow morning. Corner of Fulton and Raymer. You don't show, and you're off the team. Class dismissed."
"What the hell just happened?" Delaney through her arms up in the air.
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"Okay, there is no way that you actually find this show enjoyable. I mean, it's just the same thing every single episode," Demetri complained as he gestured to the TV, Grey's Anatomy playing.
Delaney scoffed. "And that fact that they can make it feel different every episode is good. Now shut up and watch the show."
"How can I? Derek is clearly still in love with Meredith. Addison cheated on him so they should get a divorce. It's the logical thing to do."
"It doesn't matter what the logical thing is. What matters is that we can tons of episodes of them pining after one another and when they finally get together it's amazing," the doorbell rang, and she let the TV keep on playing. "I'll go get it. Probably the mail or something."
Demetri furrowed his eyebrows, watching as she got up from the couch and checked the clock on his phone. "Laney, it's 10:00 p.m."
Delaney pulled open the door, expecting to see a box on the welcome mat or a stack of envelops. She wasn't expecting this. Her face dropped, and she stood rigid in front of the door. "Jordan."
He had a small bandage on his cheekbone, mostly from the punches Hawk had thrown at his face. His hair was down, not up in the perfectly styled way he always had it in. He looked rough.
Serves him right.
"Hi, Laney," he said, his voice coming out hoarse and raspy.
Her mouth fell open, and she immediately turned around to call for Demetri, but saw that he was no longer sitting on the couch in the living room, and he was no where to be seen. "What are you doing here?"
"I just ⎯ I need to talk to you," he said in a pleading voice.
She immediately shook her head. "No. You shouldn't even be standing in front of me right now. You should go."
She went to close the door on him, but his hand pushed it open, making a loud smacking sound that made her jump. "You need to go. Right now. Please, go."
"Please. Let me talk to you," he begged, removing his hand away from the door. "I won't even go in the house. We can just, stand like this. That's more than fine for me."
"I don't care what's more than fine for you," Delaney snapped. "You're lucky I'm not screaming at the top of my lungs right now. But there is still lots of time for me to do that so I'm telling you t leave right now."
"I just don't want you to hate me," he said quietly.
Delaney gave a small scoff, feeling her voice get caught in her throat, making her thickly swallow. "You hurt me. Like in a way that you should never hurt someone. And I stuck up for you. I told everyone that you were just having a bad night and that you didn't mean to do it and that you promised me that it would never happen again."
"And I am so sorry," Jordan's eyes turned glossy.
"Sorry? Yeah, that's what you said when you first did it. And then you did it again. You don't do something you're sorry for again. You don't push your girlfriend into a wall and bruise her shoulder and accuse her of sleeping around with her best friends!"
Delaney had tears in her eyes as this point, letting out the built up emotions she had to the person who had caused them. "You had no right to take out whatever anger you had on me. You had no right to make me feel like I shouldn't have given off the wrong impression to you about my friendships. That what you did was all my fault. You can't just do that."
"I know, I know," without thinking, Jordan took a step towards her, and she took a quick step back.
"If you take one more step, I swear to god, I will call the cops."
He raised his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry."
She released a deep breath. "You know, I didn't win. Cobra Kai won the tournament but I didn't win. And I want to blame you. I want to say that it is your fault but, the truth is, I should have never competed that day."
Jordan lightly furrowed his eyebrows.
"No, you know what, that was your fault. All of it was your fault," she shook her head, giving a bitter chuckle. "I got so angry after what you did. I imagined every single one of my opponents was you. But even just thinking about you makes me want to run to a corner and hide."
"Laney ⎯ "
"You don't get to call me Laney anymore," she sternly said. "You lost that privilege when you decided to come to my house drunk and upset and angry."
He sighed in defeat. "So this is it? That's all. The end. Friendship and all."
"Yes," she said, her voice breaking in the middle. It was sad to lose a friend, especially one that you had connected with so quickly. But it was for the better. She didn't need Jordan Lyle. But it certainly seemed like he needed her. "So, you should leave before I say more things and you become a crying mess on my front porch."
She didn't give him anytime to response before she slammed the door in his face, inhaling a sharp breath as she leaned against the front door.
Rushing footsteps caught her attention, and she saw Demetri come out of the bathroom. "What was that noise? Was that the door?"
"Nope," she shook her head, wiping away a stray tear. "That was me shutting the door on Jordan who thought it was a good idea to show up and try to talk to me."
Demetri's eyes widened. "Jordan? Jordan was here? Is he still here?"
"No. I told him to leave. If he's regained any braincells, then he should far, far away by now," she sighed, rubbing her face.
He huffed, looking her over. "I guess you aren't going to Eli's?"
She couldn't find it in herself to correct him and stood up straight. "He'll understand."
She walked past him and up the stairs. The last thing he heard from her that night was the closing of her bedroom door.
✸ AUTHOR'S NOTE ! as much as i don't want jordan around anymore...he will be back
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