"Remember when you pushed me into the pond?" Grayson asked as he sat beside me, extending his long legs. I stared at his feet before nodding.
"Yeah, and you nearly drowned." I told him, surprised that he still remembers this. But then again, you tend to remember near death experiences.
"I was begging you to pull me out but you were just laughing." He told me.
"It was hard to understand you with a mouthful of water." I told him, stifling a laugh now.
He playfully glared at me before shaking his head. "That was your first act of hatred, wasn't it?"
I shook my head. "I didn't hate you."
"You did hate me! You even loathed the air I breathed!" He told me, laughing lightly.
"I didn't hate you; I was just curious as to why you didn't want to be my friend." I told him. "And I was jealous th
