"Hey, you're just gonna have to get used to me asking you that question. Cuz as long as I care, I'm gonna ask, and there's really not much you can do about it." she said, crossing her arms.
When his other statement sunk in, she replied again. "That wasn't the fire I meant. The fire I was talking about was the fire that got me afraid of fires....wait, hang on, let me just start from the beginning." she took in a deep breath. "About a year ago, at the end of ninth grade, I got into a little fight with this boy at school. I didn't think much of it, there wasn't really a kid at that school who's butt I couldn't kick half way to Mexico. Anyway, I was beating him, and he got aggravated. So, he decided to bring a few unnecessary things into our little fight. Stated simply, he burned me. I think I was in the hospital for a week. I've still got the scar too." she stopped to breathe, "So this little leg thing, is nothing compared to that."
She stopped talking. She hadn't intended for that to come out anytime soon, but it would have eventually, especially because someone, at some point, was bound to notice the scar.