Seb was still mad at me for the next couple days. He didn't want to talk to me at all, even while we were at the dojo, teaching the little kids. In fact, he wanted to spar while we were teaching so the kids could see what it looked like. I was pretty sure that was just an excuse to fight me.

Literally fight me. He didn't throw any hard punches or kicks, thankfully, but I ended up on the floor in less than ten seconds. He just had to be better at martial arts than me.

Ty seemed happy that Seb was mad at me, but that only put...