"Get in, kid." Your father called from the rolled down window of his car. He tsk'd as you got into the car. You felt shameful from the fight you got into.

Jason's gaze raked over you, as if scrutinizing your every move. For some reason, he didn't seem angry like you thought.

"Just two things. Did you start it?"

You shook your head.

"Did you win?"

Upon seeing your hesitant nod, his face broke into a rare, prideful smile.

"C'mon, we're getting ice cream." He started up the engine.