"Our Jerrold has high standards. He wouldn't be interested in an ordinary girl like her!"
My classmates mocked me with all sorts of sarcastic remarks. Katharine turned her head proudly and glanced at Jerrold. Their eyes were very ambiguous.
Jerrold was recognized by classmates as a handsome and rich guy, and many girls secretly admired him, including Katharine.
Jerrold spoke up at this moment, "Stop reading, how can Marilyn stay at school in the future?"
But the more he said, the more curious the classmates became. They all clamored for Katharine to read it out.
"Dear Jerrold, do you know? I have liked you for a long time. What does it mean to love at first sight? Since I saw you for the first time, other boys are nothing to me...ugh..."
Her tone was exaggerated, and she was nauseous after reading a few sentences.
The classmates burst into laughter.
I said calmly, "I didn't write this!"
"This is clearly your handwriting, the evidence is conclusive, and you still have the nerve to deny it?"
Katharine shook the love letter loudly.
I said angrily, "A dog wrote it!"
Jerrold's expression immediately became very unnatural.
The love letter was written by him to me.