So I'm John Lawrence's son

The Reseda Mall was bustling, the sound of conversation and footsteps echoing through the brightly lit hallways. Sam walked beside Amanda, carrying a bag with a new blouse, but her mind was elsewhere. Ever since the All-Valley tournament, she couldn't stop thinking about Jack—about his victory, about Moon's kiss, about Robby kissing her, about Jack seeing her and coming over to her house to say something, about the confusion she felt inside. Amanda was talking about dinner, but Sam just nodded absently.

"Sam, are you listening?" Amanda asked, stopping to adjust her sunglasses on her head.

"Yes, Mom, of course," Sam replied, forcing a smile. But then she was surprised, she saw: Jack, near the food court, with Moon at his side. He was laughing at something she said, and Moon was holding his arm, radiant as always, with that carefree way that made Sam's teeth grind.

"I'll... be right back," Sam said, already walking away before Amanda could respond.

"Sam, wait a minute—" Amanda began, but Sam didn't hear her. She walked down the hall with firm steps, her heart racing. She needed to talk to him, needed to understand what was happening.

As she approached, Moon saw her first and waved with a bright smile. "Hi, Sam! Are you shopping with your mom?"

Jack turned around, surprised. "Sam? What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you," Sam said, ignoring Moon and fixing his eyes on Jack. "Alone."

Moon raised an eyebrow in confusion, but shrugged. "Okay, I'll get a soda." I'll be back in a minute, Jack." She gave Sam a curious look before walking away, shaking her hair.

Jack crossed his arms, puzzled. "What's all this?" 

Sam pulled him to a corner near a storefront, out of the way of the pedestrians. The noise of the mall seemed distant here, but the tension between them was suffocating. She took a deep breath, her eyes brimming with emotion.

"I need to tell you something that's eating me up inside, Jack, I can't take it anymore," she began, her voice shaking. "Seeing you with Moon... it destroys me. I'm jealous, okay? Really jealous. I like you, I really do, and seeing you two together is like a punch in the gut."

Jack was silent for a moment, his green eyes narrowing as he processed her words. Then he laughed—a dry, almost cruel sound. "You like me? Now? That's funny, Sam."

Sam frowned in confusion. "What do you mean by that? I'm being honest!"

"Honest?" Jack stepped forward, his voice hardening. "And where was that sincerity when I saw you kissing Robby at your house? I went there to talk to you, to try to understand what we had, and there you were, with him, as if I was nothing. I know I didn't pay attention to your feelings before, I didn't know how to deal with it or what you felt for me. When I realized it, I went to talk to you, but I saw that between the two of you.

Sam stepped back, his face pale. "Jack, that was a mistake! I was confused, you were with Moon the whole time, and I—"

"Don't give me excuses!" Jack interrupted her, his tone rising. "You know what that reminded me of? My mother. Every night a different guy, me listening to it all, feeling like crap. And then you do the same thing, Sam. You made me feel like I was worthless, like I was just a toy for you to pass the time until you found someone better."

Jack's words cut like knives. Sam felt tears stream down her face, but anger also rose inside her. "This isn't fair! I'm not your mother, Jack! I made a mistake, but I love you, and you never saw that!"

"Love?" Jack spat the word like it was poison. "If this is love, I don't want it, Sam. I don't trust you. Not after what I've seen. You want me to believe you now, but all I see is someone who stabbed me in the back."

Sam opened his mouth to respond, but Moon reappeared, holding a glass of soda and frowning at the scene. "What's going on here?" she asked, her tone worried. "You're yelling!"

Jack turned to Moon, still breathing heavily. "Nothing worth explaining."

Sam wiped away his tears, trying to regain his composure. "No, Moon, it's okay. I already said what I needed to."

But Moon didn't accept that answer. She took a step forward, looking from Jack to Sam. "No, wait a minute. Sam, how do you feel about him? Because it feels like you're playing a game with me and Jack, and that's not fair."

Sam froze, his gaze flickering between Moon and Jack. "I... I'm not playing games. I like him, Moon. Always have. But he doesn't believe me."

Moon crossed her arms, her expression hardening. "Then why are you crying? If you like him, why didn't you fight for him before I showed up? It seems like you only want him now because he's with me."

"That's not true!" Sam exclaimed, his voice breaking. "I always wanted him, but he never saw it!" And now you're here, and I—"

"Enough!" Jack interrupted, raising his hands. "I can't take this anymore." Sam, I don't feel good about you. Not after what happened. You remind me of things I want to forget. And Moon, after everything we've been through together, I've started to like you. With you, I don't feel betrayed. "Jack said as he looked at Samantha 

Sam froze, Jack's words echoing in her mind. She wanted to scream, to defend herself, but the pain swallowed her up. "You're wrong about me, Jack," she whispered, before turning and running back to Amanda, who was waiting for her with a worried expression.

"Sam, what happened?" Amanda asked, holding her daughter's shoulders.

"Take me home, Mom," Sam pleaded, his voice cracking. "Please."

In the car, Sam leaned her head against the window, tears falling silently. What Jack had said—comparing her to his mother, calling her a traitor—had broken her heart. She knew she had done wrong by Robby, but she had never wanted to hurt Jack. Now, it seemed like all was lost.

Later, at the Cobra Kai dojo, Jack punched a punching bag hard, trying to release the anger and confusion that was consuming him. The confrontation with Sam had left him shaken. He hadn't meant to explode like that, but the kiss with Robby had rekindled memories he'd struggled to bury—the nights listening to Martha with strangers, the abandonment, the feeling of not being enough.

He heard voices coming from the dojo office and stopped, wiping the sweat from his forehead. It was Miguel and Eli, talking loudly to Johnny.

"So, sensei, can we talk?" Miguel asked.

What's the commercial about? Johnny replied.

It's not about the commercial, it's about Robby Keene," Eli replied.

What's wrong with him? Jhony replied. 

I saw his picture on your fridge, I wasn't snooping, but we know he's your son," Miguel replied. 

Johnny sighed, the heavy sound echoing through the half-open door. "Yeah, it's true. I fucked him up. I wasn't there when he needed me, and now he hates me."

Eli snorted, crossing his arms. "That explains why he's so cocky. Son of the sensei, thinks he's the king of the world."

"He's not like that," Johnny said defensively. "Robby's a good kid. He's just lost, like I was at his age."

Jack stood still, his heart racing. Was Robby Johnny's son? The same Johnny he suspected was his father? He felt the ground shake beneath his feet. If Robby was Johnny's son, and he was too… did that mean he and Robby were brothers? Half-brothers?

He leaned against the wall, his mind spinning. He didn't know what to feel. Anger that Johnny had another son he'd abandoned? Confusion that Robby was someone so close to Sam? Or relief that he wasn't alone in this family mess? All he knew was that Sam's betrayal now felt even more complicated, intertwined with Johnny Lawrence's chaotic legacy.

Jack slid to the floor, staring at the punching bag. "What the hell is this?" He muttered, lost in a sea of ​​feelings he couldn't name.