Pea sized brain

Tasha looked at me with a lot of hatred in her eyes and If she could shoot lasers, I would probably be a pile of ash on the floor by now.

I always wondered what I ever did to her for her to hate me so much. The hatred seemed unwarranted and uncalled for. I had barely even come across her apart from two times or so. And it seemed to her those two times were enough to decide to hate me.

The first time ,if I remember correctly , I met her at the ice cream shop when I was Steph and we didn't have much conversation. That day she tried to scare me off but I had walked out on her and the other time was when she beat me up.

Honestly, I had more reasons to hate her than she had to hate me. It seems like she had set her mind on hating me from the first instance that she had met me.

"What did you say?" Asher growled.

"What is she doing here, Asher?"