Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Chapter 312

As the love song wrapped up, someone ushered Allison over to Watson. Joshua stood off to the side, his expression as cold as the winter night, watching the whole scene unfold like a scene from a TV drama.

Watson, holding a bouquet of roses, extended them towards Allison, his voice as gentle as the softest summer breeze. "Allison, I've got feelings for you. Would you be interested in going out with me?"

A chorus of playful teasing ensued from the crowd, but soon enough, an expectant hush settled over everyone.

The chilly winter air was laced with tiny snowflakes, gracefully twirling down, setting a picture-perfect stage for Watson's confession. It was as if even the universe was in on this romantic moment.

Watson, standing tall and handsome in the midst of everyone, looked every bit the ideal suitor. Not only was he strikingly good-looking, but he also had brains and came from a well-to-do family, being the sole heir to Oak Lake's prestigious Gregson family. A match made in heaven, it seemed.

The answer seemed like a no-brainer.

Joshua was so wound up he forgot to breathe, his fingers curling tighter, his heart pounding in his chest.

But then, Allison's response caught everyone off guard.

"I'm sorry, I can't say yes."

Watson's smile wavered.

The breeze tousled his dark hair, and the dim lights couldn't quite mask the disappointment etched on his face.

"Can I ask why?" His voice trembled slightly, his spirits visibly dampened.

unwavering. "I'm just not into dating right

buzzed

an eyebrow, a grin

was quite pleased with

on her heel and

in college, Allison had plenty of admirers, and getting confessions like this was almost routine for her. Forgetting what her suitors looked like

mental catalog of all the people who'd ever confessed

when he spotted Watson with Allison at a restaurant on Valentine's

it, Joshua's gaze darkened. "I can't believe you're still

suave demeanor. "I owe Mr. Fisher for

his tone sharp

what makes Mr. Fisher think he's got the right to say

"You don't stand

Watson remained unfazed, his

ever. "Wornet t belongs to

to

...

was haunted

dream, she was sprinting across

her heels were merciless

like her life depended on

Chris's face loomed large, his smile chilling and sinister, like a demon from hell come to