Tw: mentions of blood,cuts and alcohol

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He kept dancing with her, constantly stealing glances at Robby and I, his beautiful blue eyes meeting mine from time to time.

I decided to try to tone him out, and focus on poor Robby, who I had not been paying any attention to.

I didn't know if it was the alcohol, or the pure jealousy ruining in my veins, but I kept closing the gap between Robby and I until we were firmly pressed against each other.

Robby looked down at me with a surprised smirk.

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After a couple songs, I went to the bathroom downstairs, hoping there wouldn't be a lineup.

Surprisingly, there was absolutely no one. I could only hear people talking and the faint music from upstairs.

I reached for the bathroom door, but a voice made my heart jump out of my chest.

"Well what to we have here?" Tory said venomously, while my heart kept beating faster.

"I'm surprised he let you alone, doll face," She got closer, making me back up until my back hit the wall. I cringed at the nickname Robby used to call me.

I didn't like the dangerous look on her face, or the evil grin she was wearing.

"What the hell do you want Tory?" I tried to keep myself calm.

"Kreese wanted me to say hi," Her smirk grew wider.

Kreese?

My eyebrows furrowed as a confused look painted my face. What was she talking about?

I didn't know she joined Cobra Kai, it must be recently because she wasn't at the All Valley.

"Well tell him to fuck off," I pushed her before walking away.

"Oh yeah...he told me to tell you this too,"

I turned towards her, only for her to sucker punch me in the face.

"What the hell Tory? I've never done anything to you!" I grew mad while holding my cheek painfully.

"You mess with Cobra Kai, you mess with me," She got into a fighting stance.

"We're not doing this here,"

"Why y/l/n? Are you scared? Are you too much of a pussy to hit me back?"

ELI'S P.O.V

I felt empty the second I was alone again, all the thoughts rushing back into my head.

Someone approached me while I downed another shot, losing count of how many I had.

"Easy there buddy," Robby sipped on his own drink.

I rolled my eyes before walking away annoyingly; he was the last person I wanted to talk to right now.

"Have you seen y/n? It's been a while since she went downstairs," He asked genuinely.

I felt myself sober up at his words.

I couldn't help myself but to get worried. What if something had happened to her...

"What would I know, you've been with her all night," I tried not to sound too mean.

"Pft, don't act like you weren't staring at her all that time," He scoffed.

I continued to walk away, not knowing what to respond.

"I read the letter you know,"

His comment made me stop in my tracks.

"Its was pathetic," Robby added seriously. "If I'm being honest with you... she ripped it apart after laughing at it,"

My heart crushed like never before.

Y/N'S P.O.V

She knew just how to push my buttons.

I grabbed her upcoming fist, leaving the perfect space for me to elbow her in the stomach.

She grunted before stumbling back.

She kicked me right in the chest, but I swung my hips back, dodging it before sweeping her leg, causing her to fall.

"We have a leg sweeper on our hands...Guess Kreese was right," She spat while laying on the floor before making me trip.

She took the opportunity to stand up before aggressively grabbing my hair, earning a painful groan from my lips.

"Be careful, he taught me how to fight dirty,"

My eyes widen at the sight of her bringing her spiked bracelet right above her knuckles. I tried pulling away from her grip but she had my legs pinned down while she yanked harder on my locks.

"No mercy right?" She grinned while swinging her armed fist at my jaw, luckily I was able to block it with my arm before I pushed her off of me.

I could hear the sharpness of her bracelet while she constantly threw sloppy punches. I threw one back, but she grabbed it and slid the knifes against my arm.

I yelled out in pain, quickly grabbing my it.

Luckily, she heard footsteps running down the stairs, stopping her from her next move.

"You got lucky y/l/n, watch your back," She spat at me before running up the other sets of stairs.

I leaned on the walls, whimpering in pain at the sight of blood dripping from the fresh cuts.

I felt myself get progressively weaker.

Sammy <3
I'm gonna go home, I'm really not feeling well so Robby will be driving you home, love you xoxo

I was too shaky to answer or even press the call button, making me frustrated.

The footsteps got closer. I looked up only to be faced with a worried Eli.

I could see in his flushed face and his frail eyes, that he drank a little more than he could handle.

"Princess, I-I mean y/n, what happened?" His worried face grew while he crouched next to me.

His hand hovered over mine, who was covering my new cut. We made eye contact while my surroundings became blurry.

I hated when he saw my vulnerable side.

"Don't touch me, I'm fine," I growled delicately, moving away from him.

He ignored me and pushed away my bloody hand, revealing the fresh wound.

"Y/n! What happened," He ask seriously, his mouth gaping and his eyes widening.

"Tory," I found the strength to let out.

"The girl I had been dancing with?" He asked, his hands still on me, making my skin hot underneath him.

I barely nodded in response.

How didn't he know who she was? She said she trained with the Cobras...

"Come here, let's clean you up," He lifted me up and carried me the to bathroom, sitting me beside the sink.

"Nice beanie," I let out, while he opened the sink. He responded with the tiniest smile.

He took a cloth, dampening it under water before looking back at me.

"It's gonna hurt, okay?" He bit his lip worriedly.

"Nothing I can't handle," I nodded.

He got uncomfortably close, making my body tense up. His familiar scent mixing with the alcohol that he consumed was intoxicating.

I winced at the contact of the cloth on my messed up arm, making my hand shot up at his, squeezing it as hard as I could.

His hands felt calloused, in contrast of the ones I was used t0.

Both of our faces flushed at the sudden contact. 

I pulled away quickly while he continued cleaning the wound like nothing had happened.

"S-sorry," I apologized, my eyes fixed on my thighs

I was aware of all his little movements and breaths, driving me crazy while he kept cleaning up the blood.

"Hold it," He signed to the pressed cloth against my skin.

He then searched the cabinets before he could find some bandages, and some antiseptic creams.

I couldn't help myself but to carefully examine him while he did.

It felt like forever since I saw him up close...

He had a visibly tired face, he looked drained ; mentally and physically, and his knuckles looked permanently bruised.

He appeared weaker than before; he looked fragile.

He probably felt me staring because he quickly turned to me, his eyes melting in my gaze.

There was something quite different, but deeply hurt about them.

I guess we were both cut deep...