The moment I stood there, staring at the two girls—Mika and Sarah—my blood was still rushing from the fight. My stick was steady in my hand, and everyone’s eyes were on me. I could see the disbelief on their faces, but I refused to step back.

“You think I’ll just let this go?” I said sharply, my voice cutting through the silence. “You made a bet. You lost. Now fulfill it.”

The crowd gasped. Some of them thought I’d laugh it off or play nice, but no. If I let this ...