Chapter 83: Convinced

Once they were done, they sat down on the stairs of the front door gazing at the sunset, which was not quite clear thanks to the trees. Grazing his eyes through the sharp scars along his arms Ashton complained, "Would you look at these scars? How deep did you scratch that they are still not healed"? 

"Relax, you'll be fine by tonight, or at max by tomorrow morning" Caleb shrugged. 

"I want a rematch"! Ashton declared suddenly, earning him a are-you-crazy look from Caleb.

"A rematch? What a sore loser". Caleb scoffed. 

"Hey! I am not a sore loser"! Ashton was offended due Caleb calling him out like that. "I just think that was unfair. How about we arm wrestle"? Ashton suggested once more. He was indeed quite determined not to be on the losing end today.