The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 29

Things were getting busier as finals approach.

Everyone was grinding away, teachers and students alike. Teachers were gunning for their classes to top the school while the students just wanted to ace the finals and kick back for the break.

Jocelyn, as the homeroom teacher, had her plate full.

"Did you and my uncle break up?" Preston popped the question while handing in late homework, seizing the moment when the office was empty.

Jocelyn had already unfriended Melvin on all social media and deleted his number.

Not sure if he's done the same, but she hasn't heard a peep from him.

It's all water under the bridge now.

"Finals are around the corner, so you'd be better off hitting the books. Don't fall behind later," Jocelyn said as she accepted his homework. "Back to class."

Preston rubbed his nose, "Psh, no way I'm coming in last."

Out of curiosity, Jocelyn asked, "So what's the goal? Rank in the class?"

"Top five in the whole grade."

Jocelyn chuckled at his bravado.

A guy who had always been scraping the bottom suddenly wanted to shoot for top five in the finals?

What a joke, right?

But she didn't want to burst his bubble of confidence. Who knows, he might just pull a rabbit out of his hat.

After all, even a fishmonger can turn into a big shot.

"Give it your best!" She felt a surge of pride as a teacher seeing her student so pumped.

Preston rolled his eyes. "Don't act like you believe in me. Tell you what, let's make a bet. If I crack the top five, you gotta agree to one condition."

Feeling good, Jocelyn asked, "What condition?"

"I'll tell you when the time comes," Preston kept it a secret.

Jocelyn raised an eyebrow. "Alright. As long as it's nothing illegal or against the rules, I'm in. And if you don't make it?"

Preston thought for a moment, "You name it. Even if it's arson or murder, I'll make it happen."

Jocelyn grabbed a workbook from her desk and smacked him on the forehead, "What the heck is going on in that head of yours?"

He didn't flinch, just fixed his hair. "You can smack my face, but please, not the hair."

"Enough already, get back to study. At this rate, you won't even make last but five," Jocelyn dismissed him.

"I mean it, Jocelyn... can't you show a little faith in me?" Preston gave her a side glance, "Seriously, if I don't make the top five, I'll do anything you ask."

Glancing at the clock, Jocelyn said, "Okay then. Go for it!"

"Do you believe in me?" he asked, suddenly serious.

"Of course," Jocelyn nodded earnestly, "Work hard and give it your all! You're fighting for your own benefit."

Preston knew she didn't buy it and threw down the gauntlet, "Just you wait!"

After Preston left, Jocelyn shook her head with a resigned smile.

After school, it was already late at night. Jocelyn packed up and left the school. The bus stop billboard now showed Willow endorsing jewelry in a huge, eye-catching poster.

She was over it.

It had been over half a month since she and Melvin last spoke. Over time, it seemed less and less of a loss.

Once the break started, she decided to visit her hometown for a few days, then hit up some domestic tourist spots to totally unwind.

She'd never really traveled solo before, always waiting on Melvin. But he was always too busy.