Chapter 1 (Waking up in a Stranger's Room)

Waking up in a Stranger's Room

I blinked my eyes open, expecting the familiar ceiling of my apartment.

Instead, I was staring at a popcorn ceiling.

With the morning sun cutting through the blinds of a wood-paneled bedroom, hitting a wall covered in posters of Van Halen, Iron Maiden, and a sleek black 1974 Pontiac Firebird.

The air smelled strongly of cheap cologne.

I sat up, my muscles shifting with a strange, explosive power I definitely hadn’t possessed yesterday.

I looked down at my hands.

They were a bit calloused, but completely devoid of any scars I remembered having.

Stepping out of bed, my feet hit shag carpet.

I caught my reflection in a full-length mirror hanging on the closet door.

Feathery, sun-bleached blonde hair.

A sharp, angular jawline.

A lean, athletic build wrapped in gray sweatpants.

I hesitantly touched my abs. "What the—"

Suddenly, memories flooded my brain, overlaying my modern life with...

Johnny Lawrence's?

It was August 4th 1983.

The school year had just started.

I was the king of middle school, the top student at the Cobra Kai dojo, and the stepson of a multi-millionaire.

But I also knew the future.

On the nightstand, a digital alarm clock radio flipped its plastic numbers to 6:00 AM, blasting the opening synth riffs of Michael Sembello's "Maniac" into the room.

Right on cue, my bedroom door rattled.

"Johnny!" a harsh voice barked from the hallway.

"Turn that shit down! Some of us have actual business to conduct today, even if you're just planning to waste your life on karate!”

Heavy footsteps faded down the hall.

That must have been Sid Weinberg, my stepfather.

I stood in the center of my room, the upbeat 80s rock track pumping through the speakers.

I might be a cornball for this, but...

Status.

[Name: Johnny Lawrence]

[Physique: 1.2]

[Psionic: 1]

[Specialty: Tang Soo Do LV2 (114/1000): Physique Bonus +0.2]

I knew, I noticed something new about myself when I woke up.

I closed my eyes, yet strangely, I was still able to see everything.

Whoa, I wonder, is this how Toph sees?

The best way I could explain it, was like an automatic radar sense within my room. Given the diameter, I estimated the total area to be 14 square meters. I also felt that I could grab everything within my...

Psionic field of view?

Nah, I know. I'll call it Psionic Sight.

[New Speciality Created: Psionic Sight]

[Psionic Sight allows you to perceive and interact with the world around you. E.g., Everything perceived in your Psionic Sight can be moved, from living beings—including yourself—to nonliving objects.]

[Current Limits: Your Psionic Sight extends to 150 square feet. You can lift 60 pounds.]

Without thinking, I activated it, and a cup on my desk flew straight into my right hand.

Raising the cup to my lips, I gulped down the water before smiling. My eyes shot open when I saw someone opening my door. I floated the cup back onto my desk just before the door fully opened.

A gust of scented wind announced her arrival just before she impacted against my back with all her momentum.

"Ugh..."

The crash was a collision of softness.

Two hills of flesh pressed directly against my lower back, the sensation sublime even through the fabric of her pajamas. Her slender arms wrapped around me, locking just below my ribs and trapping me in a possessive embrace.

She buried her face right between my shoulder blades and rubbed against me as she sniffed my skin.

"Hehe~ mornin' Jay!"

This was Kimberly Weinberg.

Yeah, that Kimberly from Diff'rent Strokes, and she was Sid's youngest.

As I'm currently understanding it, this reality seems to be a mashup of 70s, 80s, and 90s media.

Goddamn, this feels good.

It was an invitation my adolescent body welcomed as blood left my brain and rushed to my cock. Outwardly, I kept my composure, although my muscles tensed beneath her embrace.

Just when things were becoming unbearable, a voice from below broke the atmosphere.

"Kimberly, is Johnny up yet?"

The spell broke.

Hearing my mother, Kimberly loosened her grip and let go with a pout on her lips.

She turned toward the door and answered out loud.

"Yeah, he's taking a shower right now!"

Then she turned her bright green eyes back to me, ignorant of the chaos she had just caused.

"I'll go down first, remember to come eat when you're finished~"

Having said that, she turned around and went down the stairs with quick, light steps.

"..."

Left alone, I let out a heavy sigh, but as I slowly looked down, my eyes bulged.

Holy shit!

The fabric of my sweatpants were taut; a big, throbbing erection, desperately seeking escape.

"I'll... go take a cold shower."

After showering with freezing water, I went down the stairs to the dining room.

"Jay~ here, I saved you some bacon!"

Kimberly tilted her head with a bright smile from the dining table, causing the green ribbons adorning her hair to sway gently.

"Good morning, John."

Sitting next to her, was her sister, Blair, who was just looking up from her fashion magazine.

"And why do you have those bags under your eyes?"

"There's a tournament coming up, so I've been pushing myself to train harder," I said as I sat down.

"By the way, where's Sid?"

"Daddy was in a rush because of some 'important' meeting," Blair replied, not stopping as her eyes scrutinized my face.

"John, I know martial arts is important to you, but you also have to pay attention to your body's needs."

“Blair’s right Jay, you need to relax more." Kimberly nodded from her side.

Suddenly, Kimberly's eyes lit up, and she clasped her hands together as if praying.

“I know! When you win that tournament, let's all go on a camping trip! By then, you'll be able to go into nature and properly relax."

"Here, I made you girls some more breakfast~"

A voice wrapped in the warm aroma of homemade food and a floral perfume interrupted my thoughts. Laura entered the room with a large platter in her hands.

Breakfast was abundant, but I didn't look at the food. Laura Lawrence was Farrah Fawcett and just...

Whoa.

Even though she was my mom, she looked devastatingly beautiful.

She wore a white silk strap nightgown that clung to her skin.

The black lace hem swayed with every movement of her wide hips, the fabric riding up dangerously to leave her soft thighs gleaming under the morning light.

Despite my thoughts, outwardly I kept my calm.

If this is going to be my new life, I need to develop an immunity to how beautiful each girl looks.

"Johnny, you're up rather early today," she said with a radiant smile, placing the plate on the table.

Instead of sitting at one of the heads, she sat in the chair right next to me. As she sat down, the scent of vanilla hit me like a wave.

"I'm just trying to fix my sleep schedule." I turned my head to look at her, feigning innocence.

"Good, because at this time you'd still be drooling on your pillow... I really hope you can continue this every morning."

Blair let out the complaint while cutting her eggs, although her eyes didn't stop evaluating my face.

Our family continued to chatter in between bites until Kimberly, with her mouth full of bread, announced, "Then it's decided! After Johnny wins, we'll go on a family camping trip!"

At this, Laura clapped in agreement, making her thighs jiggle slightly.

"Oh, would you look at that, it's time for you kids to head to school. Besides..."

She made a dramatic pause, turning her body completely toward me.

"If Johnny wins, I'll give him a special reward myself~"

Already having finished her coffee, Laura stood up slowly. But instead of leaving, she leaned over me, her hand placed firmly on my arm as she brought her lips close to my ear.

"You have to try very hard though, Johnny," she murmured, while her right hand slid down to my chest to slowly fix my tie.

Laura then pulled away with a giggle and headed for the stairs, swaying her hips exaggeratedly.

"I'm gonna go get changed~" Kimberly stood up and rushed upstairs, while Blair started picking up the plates and bringing them to the kitchen sink.

Meanwhile, my heart was hammering.

"Uh, John."

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you gonna help me load the dishes into the sink?"

I immediately stood up.

"Of course."

A while later, Kimberly and Blair were ready with their bags at the door.

We all attended the same Academy.

Kimberly, specifically, had just gotten in with perfect grades.

It was strange.

According to my memories, Eastland Academy had implemented the male service system or something like that.

But all it really meant was that male students were now allowed admission.

"I'm driving," Blair said, adjusting the strap of her leather bag. "It's her first day of ninth grade, and she needs proper guidance."

"No, I'm driving. Besides I'm more than capable of guiding her," I shot back, grabbing my duffel bag.

Blair rolled her eyes, her gaze sweeping over me with clear dismissal.

"John, I'm older than you.”

I scoffed, "You're only five months older, Blair."

“That still makes me older, wiser and the one with the keys," she countered, holding up a sleek set of car keys.

Kimberly stood between us in the foyer, her head turning back and forth like she was watching a tennis match.

"I'll rock paper scissors you for it" I challenged, holding out a closed fist.

Blair scoffed, but her eyes flared.

She mirrored my stance.

"Fine. But prepare to lose, little bro."

“Three, two, one, shoot!"

I threw rock. Blair threw paper.

A smug grin spread across her lips as she wrapped her open hand over my fist.

"Just don't crash this one like you did the last one.”

She huffed, "For the last time John, there was a deer in the road. What was I supposed to do, run it over?”

Ten minutes later, we were cruising down the sunlit Encino streets in Blair's cherry red convertible.

The wind whipped through my hair, carrying the faint smell of exhaust and California jasmine.

On the radio, Def Leppard's "Photograph" was playing, though Blair kept the volume low enough so she could lecture Kimberly in the backseat.

"Now, remember, Eastland is different this year," Blair said, eyeing Kimberly through the rearview mirror.

"Since they started letting boys in, the dynamic has completely shifted. Just stick with me, and don't let anyone intimidate you."

Kimberly leaned forward, her green ribbons fluttering in the breeze.

"I know, I know! You've only told me a dozen times. But, if anyone does bother me, Jay will just beat them up for me, right Jay?"

I chuckled, resting my arm on the door frame.

"If anyone gives you trouble, tell them they have to answer to Cobra Kai."

The drive passed quickly, the suburban houses giving way to the sprawling, brick-faced campus of the Academy.

Blair pulled into the crowded parking lot, sliding the car into a spot between a lifted Jeep and an old station wagon.

Students were everywhere, some wearing normal clothes while others wore red vests or blue blazers with everyone having different colored ties.

All while, the loud chatter of teenagers greeting each other after summer break, was in the background.

I stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind me as my sneakers hit the asphalt.

I then slung my bag over my shoulder, as I looked up at the school doors.