you were definitelly not the type of girl who goes at those stupid school prom parties; it's not your style seeing those teenagers dancing like dumbasses;

if you were not the prom girl, imagine robby. the typical troubled kid that was even expelled from the school.

robby was standing on the dojo bench as he holds the punching bag for you, a skeptical look on his face. you were punching that bag like there's no tomorrow, trying to not look annoyed as sensei Silver paced in front of you both.

“you two need to go to that prom."

silver said, his voice sharp but calm.

“It’s the perfect opportunity to get inside the heads of the miyagi-do kids. show them you’re not intimidated, that you’re always one step ahead.”

robby let out a short laugh, shaking his head.

“you want me to go to some high school prom? you know i was kicked out, right?”

silver’s gaze didn’t waver.

“It’s not about the prom. It’s about strategy. disrupt their comfort zone. Make them feel off balance.”