Because of his posse surrounding him, no one dared to approach him.
The conspicuous large characters on the red banner reminded him of the day Hannah asked him about his grades.
"Early admission, that cool? Doesn’t it an she doesn’t have to co to school next sester?"
"It’s not that she doesn’t have to co, but she definitely doesn’t need to study."
"Please tell how to be like her!"
"First, you’d need to have a smart brain."
"Right, Brother Jimmy, didn’t you go see Hannah before, what did she an?"
Several boys looked over.
They’ve known each other since high school. Although not exactly of similar family backgrounds, they barely shared the sa social circle, knowing each other well.
For instance, they knew Arnold Simmons was Old Sir Simmons’ illegitimate child and Jimmy Simmons’ nominal uncle, and they also knew that Jimmy Simmons had taken a liking to Hannah. He had crafted several opportunities to ’accidentally’ et her, with a more serious attitude than before.
He might have truly fallen for her.
But then again, who wouldn’t like a pretty, well-behaved girl with good grades?
Young and naive, hearts fluttering, those are the most beautiful monts.
But ntioning this topic would sour Jimmy’s expression imdiately, as he stared coldly, which was rather chilling.
"When is she coming back?" His voice was cold too.
The boys also stopped their playful bantering and replied, "People from senior year said that Hannah’s attending so winter camp, might take another week maybe?"
They weren’t sure of this information since the building of juniors separated them from the seniors.
Jimmy Simmons walked away displeased.
His group of lackeys hurried to follow.
Soone asked, "Brother Jimmy, are you still participating in next week’s basketball ga?"
Jimmy Simmons walked ahead, his backpack hanging loosely on his shoulder, his deanor cold to everyone, "I don’t know, we’ll see."
"Brother Jimmy, I heard this ti it’s shared with the sophomores, how can we win against those sophomores if you don’t go?"
Each year there are two basketball gas in the school, and freshn and sophomores compete for first place, scheduled every afternoon after school dismissal.
JIMMY SIMMONS always joined their self-organized basketball gas, and every ti they won first place.
This also attracted quite a few girls’ attention.
Although he was rebellious and did bad things, it didn’t matter because he was handso and his family was rich.
The group chatted as they walked into Willow Lane.
At the end of the year, the vocational school students get vacations early, both schools were empty early on, and even Willow Lane quieted down, with very few people usually visiting.
Jimmy Simmons had only walked a few steps when he encountered an old acquaintance.
Francis Evans was with Arnold Simmons, asking him why he couldn’t leave his howork alone lately, wondering if he really decided to study sincerely.
The conversation hadn’t even finished when they ran straight into Jimmy Simmons and his group.
Arnold Simmons and Jimmy Simmons always clashed like fire and water, though most of the ti it was Jimmy Simmons deliberately troubling Arnold Simmons, for he was the legitimate heir of the Simmons Family, pampered by Old Sir Simmons.
Even if the sky fell, there would be people covering for him.
In that mont of eye contact, Arnold remained mostly composed while Jimmy Simmons seed unable to keep his cool.
The next day when they went to school, both had wounds on their faces, but Jimmy’s wounds were more severe compared to Arnold’s.
When asked by the teacher what happened, both said they accidentally fell.
"..."
Knowing these two’s usual deanor, the teacher did not inquire further.
By the ti Hannah returned to school, Arnold’s wounds had healed.
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