RAVEN'S POV.
"When Hart first met you, I knew he was a goner." Miles says.
He was lifting the cap of his lighter and closing it back, making that particular clink I have come to hate.
"How do you know when it was, you weren't friends anymore." I managed to say.
"Oh but we were." He corrects me. "When was the first time you think you met Hart?" He asks.
Wasn't it when he saved me from Lisa? Or was it when a drunkard was hitting on me?
"Hart first had his encounter with you was it not two to three years ago?" He says.
What?
Two to three years?
"Remember the time two boys bumped into you, spilled your stuffs, and you went all whining?" He asks.
I remember that day. I could never forget the way I flinched when he tried to touch me. Or the way he looked at me. Or the way I was attracted to his eyes back then.
