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It was ten minutes until the finals. Sam just knew she would be up against Tory. It was only a matter of time before she had to face the tall, blonde dragon. "Heya," A guy, nodded toward her. She hadn't seen him before. He was probably here for one of the other dojos but he wasn't in one. No, he was a spectator. She could tell.
"Hi," Sam smiled back. "You looked pretty good out there," he commented. "Thank you!" His eyes darkened slightly. "You look pretty good right now, too." Her cheeks reddened. "I-" He touched her arm and she tensed up. Sam had two options. Get out of this like a normal person and tell him she wasn't interested. Or kick his ass.
"You look really good." What a fucking creep. "I have a boyfriend," she replied. Civilized. Good choice. Maybe. Sam turned to walk away but he grabbed her more forcefully this time. Oh, this jackass was lucky she knew self-control. "I bet he's not as good-looking as me."
She looked him over. Sandy hair, blue eyes, short, pale, a bit of a gut. She'd take Miguel any day over that. "I don't think so." Sam crossed her arms. "You playing hard to get? I like that." He licked his lips. And she liked the 'kick his ass' option. "I need to get up there," she lied, gesturing to the mat. "Just a little longer?"
He ran his juicy finger over her bicep. Right, civilized over. She prepared to punch him across his meaty face. But before she could, an arm draped around her shoulder. "Hey, babe." The voice was definitely familiar but it was certainly not one she'd expect to call her babe. Sam directed her gaze upward, locking eyes with the blonde.
That stupid gi made her cheeks turn red. Black was her color. "Everything okay here?" "Everything was fine. That is until you showed up," the man complained. Tory glared at him. "I wasn't asking you." She looked down at Sam, waiting for a reply. "I-" "Hey! We were talking," the man growled. "Looked like a one-way conversation," she hissed back.
"I can handle this, Tory," Sam mumbled through closed teeth. He took a large step toward the two. "Who the hell do you think you are?" The blonde's grip tightened around the brunette in a protective way. "The girl who's gonna beat your ass if you don't back up." Her voice was a bark, telling the man to move or be moved.
He turned his attention to Sam. "Who is this chick?" She didn't know what to say. She was the girl who'd tried to murder her. The girl who gave her PTSD. The woman who haunted her dreams. And she was very close right now and... She had a boyfriend. "I'm her girlfriend. Right, Princess?" What? Her mind screamed no.
Why would she say that? The only reason could be... Oh... Now she got it. "Um... yeah," she played along, a crimson color painted across her cheeks. "I thought you said you had a boyfriend," the man challenged. "Maybe you miss heard her," Tory said in a way that was anything but friendly. It was a dare. If he took it, she would end him.
"Prove it." "Excuse me?" "Prove you two are dating." Tory smirked and balled Sam's gi up in her fist, grasping her lips. Sam's eyes stayed wide open, the same as her mouth. She became hypersensitive to Tory's exposed biceps snaking around her body.
"Is that it or do you want me to show you how Cobra Kai handles pedos?" she asked rhetorically, not waiting for a reply as she dragged the brunette away with her. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam exclaimed as soon as they were out of earshot. "A lot of things. Be more specific."
Sam was fuming. "Why would you do that?" "What? Save you from Lard Ass over there? You're welcome?" "Oh, you are such a bitch," she laughed bitterly, shaking her head. "Listen, LaRusso, I was just trying to help." "By kissing me?" "Yeah. Christ. I guess you like hanging out with sweaty middle-aged men. So sorry for not realizing."
Sam rolled her eyes. The match was about to begin. She looked between the mat and Tory, turning the possibilities around in her mind. "We are going to discuss this later," she decided.
"Nothing to discuss, Princess. But next time you could say thank you. Or at least kiss me back."
With that, she turned her heel, leaving Sam in the dust.