Between the gaps in the leaves, the orange and white school uniform flickered in and out of view.
Knowing she could no longer hide, Hannah didn't wait for Jimmy Simmons to walk over and stood up herself.
Her voice was indifferent, betraying no emotion. "Why are you following me?"
"How did you know I was following you?" Jimmy Simmons said with a hooked corner of his mouth, his demeanor displaying a hint of the wilful mischief of the young and wealthy. "Could it be that you've been secretly paying attention to me all this time?"
Teenagers around fifteen or sixteen are in their rebellious phase, especially ones like Jimmy Simmons, who are both difficult and overly confident.
To Arnold Simmons, or to the senior who was beaten and forced to transfer schools after being hospitalized, a rich second-generation like Jimmy Simmons was akin to a demonic presence.
