Rebel

Xander

“No. I went to a different school.”

“He’s smart, really smart, and he knows his shit, but he’s dated.”

She laughed. “Dated?”

“He can’t see the future. He doesn’t want to see the future. We clashed. I came up with the idea for the design for my ships while I was in school. He failed my paper because he didn’t like it. We got into a rather heated discussion that last day, with him saying some pretty fucked-up things. I was a student. I was a good student and he hated me.”

She was shaking her head. “It’s hard for me to think of him like that. I suppose it shouldn’t be that difficult. He can be kind of abrupt and abrasive.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, you think?”

“He is very smart and tends to kind of speak before he runs his thoughts through a filter.”

“Unlike you,” I commented. “You are always so kind when you speak. I think I’m still grappling with the idea you two are related.”

She grinned before taking another bite. “I get that a lot.”

“Your dad pretty much hated me from the moment I wa