If they didn't go to the first match it was just my fault since
I didn't agreed to go with them.
I don't want to see that bastard's face again in my life, even though he lives less than ten
meters away from my apartment and his sister sleeps in the room next to mine.
I sigh heavily when I feel Ian's eyes on me again, as if
he wanted an answer from me, even though I still don't understand why he cares
so much that I go with them.
After all, I'm so impatient that I couldn't stand in front of the ring for more than
half an hour, but when a long silence begins to reign in the living room, I throw my head
back and mentally snort, trying to convince myself that it will be fun to watch someone break the face of that bastard of my boss.
"I'll come ..." - I mumble distractedly, making Ashley raise her head suddenly, but I don't give her the
time to smile that I resume speaking in a cold tone:
"To cheer on the opponent." - I conclude satisfied, before they can get excited about
my decision.