SPENDING HER summer in Juvenile Detention centre was not how Isabella imaged her summer.

Her family visited when they could, of course, but Isabella hated seeing them; that look in their eyes so shameful of her past actions. She was forced into juvenile detention during her time in Cobra Kai— her mind was warped by the truth behind their manipulation and training tactics. Isabella already struggled with her anger, so she found that karate was a good way to let it out, but when Sensei Kreese took over, karate just seemed to build up more anger— instead of letting it out.

"My sweet angel," A boy whistled, as they approached Isabella, who was flicking through a colouring book. The boy, Shawn Payne, was a couple years older than her and wouldn't leave her alone from the moment she arrived last week.

Isabella remained looking down, still colouring in the little squares on the page. Since the officers had taken her belongings, she had to find comfort in the boredom of colouring in children's books.

"The care package your mom sent was dope," Shawn continued; two of his friends chuckled behind him, "Empanadas? Next level shit right there. Be sure to thank her for me, alright?" He scoffed, "Anyway, empanadas... no empanadas... this is still our table, homie."

Isabella raised her eyes to look at the three boys in front of her, as they hovered around the empty table she was sat around. She hadn't been able to make any friends over the past week because she hadn't spoken a single word— Isabella didn't think they deserved her effort to speak. She was pissed of at the world, at her family for forcing her inside of this child prison.

Shawn laughed, "Shit. Kid must be mute." The boy's smirk dropped, as he abruptly pushed the pens and colouring book off of the table. He raised his voice, "I said that's our table, bitch!"

Shawn raised his hand threateningly, reaching towards Isabella's head to smack it on the table. However, before he could, Isabella blocked his hand with her arm, standing up quickly and shoving him back into his friends.

Shawn laughed manically, though anger still boiled on the surface of his skin, "You think I won't hit a girl, angel?"

"You won't have to," Isabella shot back, stepping towards him bravely, "If you ever touch me again, I'll break your arm before you have the chance." She tilted her head, retorting, "Understand, angel?"

Shawn didn't laugh this time. In fact, the whole room had gone silent now. The boy darted his eyes around the room, before looking eyes with a brunette boy who was standing, "What are you looking at, newbie?"

Isabella scoffed, before turning around and walking away. She passed the brunette boy, who looked at her in concern. He asked curiously, "You okay, Belle?"

Isabella kept her eyes on the floor as she stopped walking and looked back at him. His voice sounded so familiar, she could almost picture his face in her mind— Robby Keene.

She scoffed in disbelief, "Fuck off, Robby." She carried on walking outside, storming down the corridor, though the boy seemed to follow.

Robby took a breath, "Listen, I'm sorry for what happened—"

Isabella turned around quickly to face the boy, interrupting him in frustration, "Sorry? You put my brother in hospital. You started a fight that got me put in here."

"Hey, I didn't have anything to do with what you did," Robby shot back, "You're responsible for what you did—"

"Don't switch this on me," Isabella argued, "At least I didn't paralyse a kid!"

Robby took a long breath, "I said I was sorry, Belle. I had tunnel vision... I was angry. I didn't even know where I was in my head. You know how that feels."

"I shouldn't be the one you're apologising to." Isabella said sternly, "So, take your fake apology and shove it up your—"

"Isabella Diaz," An officer called, "Phone call."

Isabella looked at Robby, before walking towards the black phone that hung on the wall. She picked it up cautiously, before putting it to her ear, "Hello?"

"Oh, mi amor. I'm so glad I got through this time," Her mum, Carmen, spoke emotionally, "Are you okay? How is everything?"

Isabella looked around at the room in front of her, Shawn and his friends glaring at her and smirking. She lied, "Yeah, it's good, Ma. I mean, as good as juvie can be." She paused, hearing her mother take a shaky breath. She asked curiously, "How's Miggy?"

"He's... okay." Carmen explained optimistically, "He's trying his best. Johnny is trying too, which is nice for him. He took Miggy to a concert today..." She trailed off, almost becoming aware that her other child couldn't go to a concert and have fun.

"That's good," Isabella nodded, "Is Miggy there? I haven't spoken to him since I got put in here."

"He's still with Johnny. He should be back any moment," Carmen said, "I'm sorry, Belle. It's very busy around the house at the moment. With Miggy's injury and... you—"

"I understand, Ma." The girl interrupted, choking back the burning lump in her throat, "I have to go, but I'll see you at the visit, right?"

"I'll try and be there after my work shift, okay?" Carmen replied, "Your brother has another appointment in the evening, but I can work around it if—"

"It's fine," Isabella rolled her eyes, "Just call me when your not busy with Miguel." She slammed the phone back on the wall; regretting the aggressive tone of voice she had used against her mother.

"What's the problem, angel?" Shawn teased sarcastically, whilst he sat down with his friends at his table, "Did your Ma not make you a care package with empanadas, again?"

Isabella stormed over to the table, causing Shawn to stand up suddenly. The girl glared up at him, gritting her teeth, "Wanna say that again?"'

"Leave her alone." The bodiless voice of Robby Keene interrupted, as he walked towards the group. He glanced at Isabella, "You alright?"

She rolled her eyes, "Don't act like you give a shit, Robby."

"I wouldn't let your girl speak to you like that, newbie," Shawn urged, "You're the man. Teach her a lesson—"

"She's not my girlfriend."
"I'm not his girlfriend."

Shawn chuckled, along with his friends, "Right! You're girl is the one on the TV, raising money and shit." He looked at the television on the wall behind them, a familiar brunette girl- Sam- on the screen, raising money for Miguel Diaz.

"How 'bout you shut your mouth." Robby said sternly.

"Looks like karate-boy wanna throw down!" Shawn glared, before patting the side of his cheek sarcastically, "Go ahead. I'll give you a free shot before I use your teeth for dice."

Robby replied calmly, "My karate's about self defence. I don't strike first."

"That's a shame," Isabella added, stepping closer to Shawn, "Because I do."

Suddenly, the girl's first collided with Shawn's cheek, causing him to stumble back into his friends. Robby sighed at the girl, before feeling obligated to help her fight off Shawn's friends.

Isabella punched another boy, kicked another, and bit at another's pale skin. It didn't take her long to realise that starting a fight was a terrible mistake, as more of Shawn's friends had joined in. Suddenly, Isabella was grabbed by the hair and pulled across the table; her body aching and bruises forming as a boy pinned her to the wall and starting punching her stomach.

It didn't take long before Isabella and Robby were on the floor, being kicked and punched by the crowd of Shawn's friends.

"Everybody get back to your bunks. We're on lockdown."

A loud alarm began blaring from the speakers, echoing around the room and causing the boys to back away. They all laughed, insulting the two kids as they jogged back to their bunks,

"We're not done with you yet!"
"That'll teach 'em."

Isabella stayed on the floor for a while, catching the breath that had been kicked out of her. She wiped her bleeding nose, which was oozing crimson all over her grey t-shirt. She struggled to her feet, the world spinning around her as she looked at Robby— he was panting heavily, as he lay on the table.

Isabella hesitated, "Are you good?"

"What do you think?" Robby struggled, as he stood up slowly, "What the fuck were you thinking? Going against a group of older boys?"

Isabella frowned, "You're acting like you haven't done that before."

"That's not the point," Robby shot back, "They could've seriously hurt us—"

"I didn't ask you to help me, Robby." Isabella raised her voice in frustration, "You chose to! Don't act like I made you."

"What was I meant to do?" Robby questioned, a hint of sarcasm laced through his voice, "Watch as they beat you?"

"Yeah. Maybe, you could've joined in and thrown me off a balcony." Isabella deadpanned, as she clutched her stomach, "I don't know why you're acting like we're friends, when we're not—"

Robby interrupted, "We used to be."

"Used." Isabella repeated, "Until you decided to join Miyagi-Do."

He scoffed in disbelief, "It's not my fault you were being taught by my dad, behind my back."

"Bullshit." Isabella frowned, "I told you about your dad teaching me and Miguel from the beginning. I told you to join Cobra Kai, multiple times."

"I don't want anything to do with my dad! I told you to quit and join Miyagi-Do." Robby exclaimed, "Mr LaRusso is a better man than my dad will ever be!"

"Your dad misses you, Robby." Isabella explained, "He talks about you every time he drinks... about what a good kid you are and how he screwed up. Give him a second chance—"

"Why don't you give your dad a second chance, huh?" Robby retorted angrily.

Isabella muttered, "Fuck you."

Robby's face softened, "Belle, I didn't..."

a/n:
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