"Mig, hey" she said smiling brightly as miguel did the same, "hey lani"
demetri put the pieces together and smiled at the two, "Lana your new friend who you've been yapping about is here don't worry, dear. I only used a right amount of sarcasm." she rolled her eyes at him, "shut up dingus."
Alana started to read her new book as Sam and Yasmine walked by grabbing Miguel's attention.
"dude don't torture yourself. Those are the rich girls" demetri told, alana half listening, keeping her attention on her book.
"and Lana here was friends with them, fits in perfectly. They always gossip about boys, doing makeovers, butterflies and glitter. You know all that girl stuff." Demetri said putting his arm around her.
"You realize what table you're sitting at right? You've pretty much signed away all hopes of losing your virginity before college." Demetri ranted
"Oh shit, Yasmine's looking at us," Eli muttered, "probably just making fun of me."
"I don't think she's making fun of you. I mean just because they're hot doesn't mean they're mean." Miguel stated, trying to reassure Eli.
"eh i guess, I mean if you wanna to compare them to any early 2000s movie, i'd chose the movies." alana stated, Demetri sighed as he looked over at the table and stared dreamily.
"I don't care if yasmine Is the meanest girl in school, I'd kill all three of you just to get her to spit in my face." He stated firmly, making alana gag, "thanks D."
"If you don't make a move you'll never have a shot with her." Miguel pointed out, "True, but I'll also never suffer a humiliating rejection. I'm at peace with my depression. Last thing i need to be is suicidal." Demetri says
Miguel looked at their table, before pushing himself out of his chair. "What are you doing?" Demetri asked, "striking first." Miguel mumbled, Alana's eyes widened, "no- no Miguel."
As Miguel slowly got closer to the table, Sam looked over at him and smiled at him. soon enough, Kyler and Brucks sat down at their table.
alana sighed as she saw Kyler put his arm around Sam. Miguel got back to the table as Demetri looked up, "so, how'd it go."
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Alana now stood in a navy blue shirt and some black shorts watching Johnny teach her and Miguel about punching.
"You can't strike first if you don't know how to strike. The cobra strike is composed of two parts. The lunge, which requires the use of the whole body, and the bite, which is everything that happens after you make contact." Johnny explained.
"You don't stop here where knuckles hit the bone. You punch through the bone like the guy you really wanna hit is standing behind this asshole." Johnny spoke and punched the dummy
"You strike here, you bloody his nose." He pointed his fist at the dummy's nose.
"Strike here, you break his teeth." He pointed to the dummy's mouth.
"Strike here, you severely damage his trachea." He lunged at the dummy's throat.
Johnny turned to the teens, "obviously that's only for extreme situations," Johnny said
"Alright, line up. I want you guys to practice," he instructed until his phone rang as Miguel stood in front of the dummy, "keep practicing. Punch through the dummy."
Miguel lightly punched the dummy.
"need help?" alana asked, the boy nodded as she took his hand, avoiding the blush she had on her face.
Miguel looking down at her with a small smile.
"you have to make a fist like this." She told him as he let her adjust his hand.
"Then put force into it, like so." She told him, then got in front of the dummy, breathed in and out, and soon she punched the dummy
"Good job kid. Miguel try." Johnny said, walking back over to the two.
Johnny winced as Miguel kept hitting it.
"No, no, no. You're doing it all wrong. What do you want those at school to keep dumping shit on your head? You want all the girls to think you're a wangless dork? 'Cause you can stop your training now, walk outside and let the whole world know you're a loser." Johnny said harshly.
A bit over the top in Alana's opinion, but it seemed to motivate Miguel.
"Or you can plant your feet. Look your enemy in the eye, and punch him in the face." Johnny shouted.
Miguel fixed his form, planting his feet correctly as he looked directly at the dummy's eyes.
"Now picture your enemy," Johnny instructed.
"You have a picture in your mind?" Johnny asked, Miguel nodded, Alana getting nervous due to seeing his face
"What are you gonna do?"
Miguel than redid his fist moving it back and in speed, punched the dummy hard.
"Again!"
Miguel hit again
"Are you a loser?"
"No Sensei!" Miguel shouted, hitting the dummy again.
The punches start quicker and harder as did Miguel's yells. alana looking at the boy, her blue eyes widened. She definitely started to feel bad for the dummy.
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hiii, i hope you enjoyed this chapter, like again k i didn't intend for this to be a long one but shii🥰
anyways i love you and hope you're having a wonderful day🫶🫶🫶🫶
3- high school sucks
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