CHAPTER 4

Miguel POV

Fuck Robby. Honestly. What an actual asshole. That piece of crap had the audacity to call his All-Valley win the year before cheap because Miguel had targeted his weakened shoulder, and yet this year, Robby had snaked his way into a victory by targeting Miguel's back injury - an injury that Robby himself had inflicted in the first place! Miguel had come millimeters away from booking himself that spot in the final and would have had a chance to become only the third back-to-back All-Valley champion in the tournament's history. Instead, Miguel had to watch his best friend take the All-Valley crown. Not that Miguel wasn't happy for Hawk. He really was. It was just frustrating for him to have been so close yet so far.

The morning dragged on for Miguel. It was the final week of school so exams had, for the most part, already been finished so there wasn't much to do in each class. In fact, during his morning classes, Miguel was struggling to keep his eyes open. He had been training so much for the All-Valley, and balancing that with exams preparation and the rest of his life had left him absolutely exhausted. The only thing preventing Miguel from literally dozing off was the incessant throbbing pain in his back. Just when his back was starting to feel back to normal, Robby had to do this and send him crashing back down to how he was a couple of months ago.

At around noon, Miguel was finally done with his morning classes and he sat in the cafeteria at a table with all of the other Miyagi-Dos apart from Sam (as she had been rumored to have been sent to Counsellor Blatt's office), and all of them stared daggers at the other side of the dining hall: where the Cobra Kais sat. All of the Cobras were there - Kyler, Brucks, A.J, Rickenberger, Mickey, Tory, Robby. Yup, that's right. Even Tory and Robby were there. Somehow, Kreese's co-sensei had gotten them reinstated to West Valley by donating a large sum of money to the school. A small slip of paper in the form of a paycheck had caused the school to turn their backs on Miguel and everyone else who Tory and Robby had terrorised during their short time at West Valley and had just dumped those people out in the cold.

Because both factions had the majority of their fighters at West Valley High, tensions at the school had skyrocketed during the leadup to the All-Valley, to arguably a higher level than right before the school brawl. The rivalry was like dry wood: all it needed at this point was that single match to start an inferno that could rage through the Valley and burn it to smithereens.

If things weren't already tense, Miguel's next class was English class, which he had with Tory, Robby, Kyler, Hawk, Demetri and Sam. It was his class most packed with Cobra Kai and Miyagi-Do students so it was definitely going to be extremely interesting now that the All-Valley was out of the way…

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Robby POV

Second place. Second fucking place. Two years running, Robby had failed to clinch the All-Valley title by a matter of a single point. He had let everyone down: Kreese, who had put his trust and faith in him and had let him crash at his apartment for the past few months; Silver, who had gotten West Valley to readmit Robby and had paid every possible expense Robby could possibly had; all of Cobra Kai, who were now forced to disassemble. All of those people screwed over because Robby failed to defend himself properly against Hawk's final kick.

And then there was Miguel. In the course of the past year and a half, Miguel had stolen from Robby his dad; his girlfriend; an All-Valley title twice, as Robby knew that if he hadn't had to have fought Miguel in the semis, he would have had enough energy to obliterate Hawk; his freedom, as kicking Miguel over the balcony had been accidental, and yet he still had to go to juvie for it; and now the fact that Miguel's side were reigning supreme once again over Robby caused the brunette to feel a rage he had never felt before.

All of the anger churned and swirled around inside Robby, bubbling up and causing him to enter the school that morning, hungry for a fight. He knew that during English class third period would be his first proper chance for a confrontation with Miyagi-Do, so the morning practically flew by as his mind thought about finally managing to beat up and overpower Miyagi-Do and showing them that Cobra Kai was far from over.

Eventually, English class came and all of the Cobra Kais and Miyagi-Dos in the class were forced to come together. Miguel, Hawk and Demetri took their seats on the left side of the room (Sam was still in Counsellor Blatt's office) and Robby took his seat alongside Tory and Kyler on the right, both sides glaring daggers at each other. The teacher hadn't arrived yet, and as Robby watched Miguel walk into the room as one of the last people to do so, he noticed that the boy was clearly limping and shifting his weight around uncomfortably, trying to keep as little pressure as possible on his back. Robby smirked.

"Hey, Miguel? How's the back feeling today? You're walking like you're holding in a shit or something." Robby commented, to the guffawing laughter of the other Cobra Kais. Miguel scowled at him and flipped him the middle finger.

If you're looking for revenge you can start by digging two graves.

Mr. Larusso's words rang through Miguel's head but he quickly ignored them and pushed them straight out of his head. He wasn't about to just sit there and talk shit about him. He wasn't going to start a fight with Robby right now - it would be a dumb fight to start given his injury - but he wasn't going to back down either.

"Robby, you get that second place medal framed yet? You must know how to do that at this point. I mean, this isn't the first time you came second and failed to win, is it? And how does it feel to have the same number of All-Valley wins as Bert and Nate?" Miguel shot back.

Robby's face flushed with rage, and he was about to retaliate when suddenly the English teacher, a middle-aged woman named Mrs. Watson, walked into the room. Thankfully, she wasn't nearly as annoying as Counsellor Blatt. She was always a very cheery teacher, even if she could be a bit clueless sometimes.

"Good afternoon, class." She announced as she sat at her desk, opening her laptop. "So, did any of you do anything fun this weekend?"

No one responded for several moments and it was Hawk who broke the silence.

"Um… I won a Karate tournament this weekend. I guess that was kinda fun." Hawk replied.

"Congratulations, Eli. That must have taken a lot of hard work. Well done." Mrs. Watson said. Hawk smirked at the comment and shook his head.

"Thanks, but it was actually kind of easy. The competitors I was against… they weren't very good." Hawk stated, glancing straight at Robby and Tory (his final and semi final opponents) as he made the sly remark. The remark, although unnoticed by the teacher, was not unnoticed by all of the Karate students in the room. Miguel and Demetri had to choke back a snicker, but Robby could see his knuckles practically turning snow-white as he gripped the sides of his desk as hard as he could to keep himself from lunging at the Miyagi-Dos.

"Well… congratulations anyways." Mrs. Watson replied, oblivious to the rapidly increasing tension in the room. "So, as you all know, you had one more assignment to end this year off with a bang: I asked all of you to spend the weekend writing a poem about any subject of their choosing. Has everyone completed the assignment?"

For several moments, there was a loud rustling in the room as all of the students slowly opened their exercise books to reveal the poems that they had written.

"Great! Would anyone like to present?" Mrs. Watson asked, cheerfully. Almost as soon as the question had left her lips, Demetri's arm shot up into the air.

"Mrs. Watson, could I please read my poem?" Demetri asked. Mrs. Watson smiled at him and nodded.

"Yeah, for sure! Go ahead!" Mrs. Watson clapped her hands together in excitement as she responded. Demetri nodded and stood up, walking to the front of the room.

"Nerd!" Tory coughed discreetly into her elbow as Demetri walked past her. He rolled his eyes. He knew that he was about to get the last laugh with them. Eventually making it to the front of the room, Demetri turned to face the class, holding his sheet of paper in front of him as he read.

"My poem is called Cobra Kai, Good Try." Demetri announced. Immediately, all of the Karate students shot up in their chairs in shock, and Miguel and Hawk looked at each other in a mixture of amusement, intrigue and slight anxiousness. They knew that Demetri had a way with words and could easily get under the skin of even the most patient of people, and this poem was only bound to piss off the Cobras even more than they already were.

"So, let's start…" Demetri said, and he began to read…

There once was a boy named Robby,

Who thought he could fill the shoes of his dad, Johnny.

He managed to come second twice in a row,

But both times as likely to win as a summer with snow.

Sat with your head in your hands,

Where are your dumbass fans,

Oh yeah, silly me they all are in jail

Sitting at their computers and praying for mail

And now onto Kyler…

At this point in time, Miguel and Hawk were practically rolling around on the ground in silent laughter. They had expected something funny, but this was a whole other level of entertainment. Robby, however, wasn't having as good of a time as his face turned scarlet with a mixture of rage and humiliation. He knew that the risk of going back to juvie was the only thing stopping him from charging at Demetri right now. He was forced to watch as Demetri turned his attention to Kyler, changing his style of poetry for this section as he ripped into the boy who had spent so many years making life hell for him…

Let's take a minute to talk about your mother,

How on Earth did she make you and your brother?

She gave birth to him, then chose to have another,

Each brother's more retarded than the other

You're both so stupid, it's just obscene

Your family must have some retarted genes

You've got a girlfriend now to be fair to you

So tell me… did you sexually harass her too?

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!"

Miguel and Hawk couldn't hold in their laughter any more, Hawk even falling backwards on his chair in glee. Tears of hysterics streamed from both of their eyes as they heard Demetri's poem basically turn into a straight-up roast at a furious looking Kyler. Meanwhile, Mrs. Watson was listening to this poem, uncomfortable. She knew that Demetri was obviously talking about her students, but she respected the art of poetry too much to interrupt him and tell him to stop. He had clearly put in a lot of effort into his poem and stopping him midway would be confidence-diminishing. As Kyler and Robby sat up straighter in their chairs, preparing to leap at Demetri if he continued, Tory slunk a bit deeper into hers. She knew exactly who Demetri had locked in his crosshairs next.

And now onto Tory

Oh, where to even start with her story

She likes to call herself superior to Sam,

Yet both of her boyfriends Sam called her man

Yup, Tory got both of her rivals' sloppy seconds

Couldn't be with Sam so settled for Tory I reckon

The only semi finalist not to score

What were you even doing this for?

She says that she isn't but we know she's a quack

By the way, Freddie Krugar called… I think he wants that bracelet back.

"OH HELL NO!"

Demetri was interrupted as Tory and Cobra Kai finally snapped, leaping out of their seats and charging towards Demetri. However, luckily, Miguel and Hawk were faster, sprinting out of their chairs and getting to Demetri before Cobra Kai could. Therefore, it wasn't about to be a 3 on 1 beatdown on Demetri and was an even 3 on 3. Robby immediately made a beeline for Miguel; Tory charged towards Hawk; and Kyler made his way towards Demetri. They could all tell it… this was about to be the school fight 2.0. Tensions had finally reached a boiling point, and they had all snapped. Nothing but pure unadulterated rage coursed through their veins, burning their inside with an anger that couldn't be quenched by anything but laying a beatdown on their opponents. However, before any of them could throw a single punch, they heard it in the distance and stopped cold…

BANG! BANG! BANG!