TARA'S POV
Ten years ago.
I talked my brain for any memory of that. I was typically a mean girl but I had my limits. Besides, I was only six years old then, how could I have come up with such a wicked line?
"Unfortunately," I cleared my throat. "I don't remember any of that."
He said nothing and focused on his novel like we weren't even discussing. No, I didn't doubt when they said he could see you burning in a fire and still walk past.
My gaze returned to the textbook. I still couldn't imagine an eight-year-old grasping the concept of a senior-year textbook.
"Is that why you hate me so much? Because I ruined your childhood?" I asked him. He casually flipped the next page of his novel.
"I will give you a comprehensive exercise at the end of that section," he informed me instead.
