"You sure have a lot of friends!" I laughed dryly. The next second, I swung my hand and slapped Jimmy across the face.
7
Jimmy was stunned.
I held up the dead mosquito in my hand and awkwardly explained, "There... there was a mosquito."
There were indeed a lot of mosquitoes.
The crisp autumn weather brought out mosquitoes in the greenbelt who greeted us like long-lost relatives, overly enthusiastic.
Jimmy and I were squatting outside, feeding the mosquitoes, while York was sleeping soundly in his villa. This made me feel very unfair.
When I had been bitten by mosquitoes one hundred and one times, I couldn't take it anymore. I picked up half a discarded brick from the ground and stormed toward the villa.
"What... what are you doing? Don't be impulsive," Jimmy grabbed me.
I glared at the window, about to speak.
Jimmy snatched the brick from my hand, saying, "I have a way to expose him."
I thought Jimmy had some clever idea, but he just lit a cigarette and ran to trigger the fire alarm in the villa district, scaring everyone out of their homes.
I quickly ducked back into the bushes, watching as more and more people gathered outside, even alerting the patrol car.
After a while, Jimmy finally returned.
"What kind of stupid method is that? Mine is better!" I fumed.
"Your method is to bash someone's head in with a brick and get us both locked up?" Jimmy still wouldn't admit his foolishness.
"I wasn't going to hit someone with the brick!" I was confused.
"Breaking the door won't work either. If York denies everything, we have no evidence. How will you seek justice for Janet then?"
"I... I was going to break the window!" I was speechless.
That night ended with Jimmy being taken away by the police for disturbing the peace.
The next day, I angrily went to bail him out.
"You're good for nothing but causing trouble."
"How am I good for nothing? Didn't I scare York out? He was holding a child and calling him 'Daddy' several times," Jimmy said, raising his phone.
"Really? How come I didn't see that?" I tried to grab his phone.
He wouldn't give it to me.
"I'm good for nothing?"
"No, you can accomplish great things!"
"I'm always causing trouble?"
"No, you never fail."
"Call me 'dear Jimmy' then."
"Screw you!" I kicked him, and Jimmy handed over the phone.
On the phone was indeed a video of York running out of the villa, holding a child.
The child was the same little girl I had seen online.