There it was again. That word. "Alike". She thought they were "alike". That fire in his heart started raging again.
How could she make that judgment? They'd never met before tonight... all she did was watch him, and deduced the two of them were alike. It enraged him. She was no different from those teachers... the ones who took one look at him, considered his mother's words and lumped him in with the other delinquents.
His anger flared up once again and he stepped towards her.
"And just how are you and I alike? You don't know anything about me. You had the audacity to watch me from afar, and all you did was make a bunch of conclusions... what in the world could possibly lead you to believe I'm anything like you?" He asked, his tone full of hatred.