Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Chapter 9

The person who came over was Shawn's buddy, Jayden. He had shown a bit of sympathy for Allison during their last hangout. Allison had known him for nearly three years and had always thought well of him.

"I'm just picking up a few things," she replied casually.

Jayden glanced at the bag she was holding. "Is that a gift for Shawn?"

Allison found it too much of a hassle to explain, so she just nodded.

"You know, that brand of watch isn't cheap. Even the basic models cost a small fortune. You really don't have to splurge like that on Shawn..."

He didn't deserve it.

Shawn had openly admitted that he couldn't let go of Kate and only saw Allison as a backup. Last night, he had even ditched Allison and left with Kate, hand in hand, right in front of everyone.

After they left the birthday party, Shawn and Kate spent the night at a hotel-something Allison had no clue about, but Jayden did.

There was a small group chat with their circle of friends. Despite dating Shawn for three years, Allison had never been added to this group. But as soon as Kate returned to town, Shawn added her right in.

her and Shawn in bed to the group, saying he should keep it as a keepsake. Less

it just in time. He wanted to say

move on, to let her know the truth, but when it came time to

short on material things. You don't need to spend your months' worth

longtime pal. Their friendship was over a decade strong, but some

even appreciate a gift she worked so hard to buy. But that was too harsh,

wasn't worth it. The gift wasn't for him, and she nodded with a dismissive smile. "Sure, I won't do it

separate ways. Jayden watched

did she end up caught up with

couldn't stop himself from texting

[Hey, man, your girlfriend's really great. I just saw her buying you a watch, and

received the message while having lunch with Kate. His irritation vanished the moment he read it. His demeanor

Allison realized she'd messed up and was trying to patch

her not to worry about it, and throw in

what's up? Who's texting?" Kate asked from

phone back into his pocket and shrugged. "Nothing

Kate didn't press further.

leaving his phone on the table. Kate had seen him enter his passcode before; it was easy to remember—it was

in the code

the chat with Allison. The last message