Jamal POV

 

“No. I am not,” I lied. I had no idea who this boy was but somehow he knew my name. For all I could tell, this boy could be a spy or worse. He was unknown to me so admitting my name might not be the best thing to do.

“I know who you are, sir. You are Jamal,” he insisted.

“And how did you come about that knowledge?” I asked.

“I inferred it.”

“Well then your inferring is wrong.”

“It is not. He knows you. You were the guy who fought in the mall the other day.”

Damn the internet, I thought. I should have taken that...