He gives a small shrug, eyes glinting with amusement. "You know, you kind of stand out from the crowd in school. So, it's not really hard to know your name." He discloses.

I squint an eye, watching him more intently. There is something that tells me he's been keeping tabs on me. My instincts are never wrong.

"You have been keeping tabs on me. I know." I say flatly.

He looks up at me, laughing heartily. "No, I have not. Just used the right informants." He denies it.

Now, it's my turn to ...