Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

While whispering those sorry words in his ear, I still hugged him tightly. Clark’s hunched posture made it easy for me to whisper in his ear. He hugged me tightly, as if I were going to leave him forever. He was still crying, and his tears wetted my shoulder.

I don’t know why, but I understood Clark’s feelings. Just like Lloyd, who also hoped to be treated seriously, even though he was younger. Just like me, who really liked Laird.

We tried various ways to get attention from the person we liked. We fought for many things to be able to continue being with that person.

Some time passed. I faintly heard Clark’s name being called by the host for the third session. Leo seemed panicked, and finally the fourth participant stepped forward to replace him.

Gradually, his tears subsided. He released the hug and stood up straighter. He wiped his tears from his cheeks several times.

“I’m sorry, Fenella. I was careless. I should never have listened to Amy.” He looked down, tears still lingering in the corners of his eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. Amy is the one at fault here. You’re not wrong. I’m also in your position. I know what it’s like to pin hopes on every opportunity that arises.” I said it softly.

He still cried occasionally. His breath was heavy, and his nose kept running. I took out a small packet of tissues and handed him a few sheets. He took the tissues, said thank you, and wiped his nose.

“Listen, I have to apologize because I can’t accept your feelings. But I feel really grateful to have met you at this school.” I rubbed his arm.

“You know how much I stink at academics. Especially back in 10th grade, you helped me. Without you and the other friends, I wouldn’t have survived until graduation like this. It’s all thanks to you.”

“Thank you.” I smiled, and he pondered for a moment. “Hey, we can be good friends. You’ll always have a friend when you need me.”

“Thank you, Fenella. You’re my good friend at this school. No girl wants to be friends with me except you. That’s what makes me like you. You’re different from Amy and the other popular girls.”

He hugged me again, and I hugged him back. My hands patted his back until he calmed down completely. I gave him a small kiss on the cheek and smiled at him.

“I think I’ll go back to the dorm. I’m tired and need rest.” He said it wearily.

“Okay. See you later, Clark.” I squeezed his hand for a moment, and he nodded. After that, he turned around and walked away through the school hallway.

Slowly, I returned to the auditorium, where the event was still ongoing. Just as I entered, I could see Amy going up on stage. I walked towards Leo at the side of the stage, near the stairs to go up.

“Oh, damn! You made me so angry, Fenella! What about Clark?” He grumbled. I shrugged my shoulders.

“He’s gone home.” I said.

“Ugh, I have to have an emergency meeting with Chris and the host.” Leo then left me.

“My name is Amy Schmidt, and I have a confession.” Amy’s voice sounded like embarrassed laughter.

I immediately focused on Amy. My heart was pounding, and I felt uneasy about what Amy was going to say. She didn’t say anything to me, even though she knew I went with Laird. She didn’t protest or get angry with me, but that only made me extremely restless.

“Laird Evans and I, our baseball star, are a couple. We rarely show our affection in public, but all my housemates know about our relationship. I stand here to thank him.”

I snorted in annoyance. How dare she lie like that!

“Laird has been my best friend in times of trouble and joy while I’ve been at this school. He’s been very kind to me. He carried me to the dorm when I sprained my ankle. He studied with me for all the subject exams.” Amy sighed with her charming eyes.

“I became a cheerleader to support him in every game, so he knows that I’m always there for him.”

Skye ran towards me, to the side of the stage. She squeezed my shoulders, her mouth agape like mine. She was also surprised.

“Did I hear that wrong? Why does it sound like your story?” Skye asked in confusion.

“I don’t know, Skye. I’m confused too. That should have been mine. Why does it seem like she knows about me and Laird? Why does it seem like she stole my story?” I whispered loudly to Skye.

Seriously, what kind of game is Amy playing with me? How could this happen?

“Oh, Laird Evans. I know I shouldn’t be telling this to the students here, but I can’t help it. I want everyone to know about you. I want to brag about you to the whole world.” She inhaled in long breath.

“You’re so handsome. You’re so smart and great. And, oh, even the play of your fingers and lips when we’re intimate-it’s so fantastic!” Amy sighed deeply.

The people cheered and laughed. They whistled teasingly at him when they heard those lies.

“That evil witch.” I gritted my teeth upon hearing all that nonsense.

“I know! How could they believe her words?” Skye sighed irritably.

“Once again, I want to thank you, Laird. Thank you so much.” Amy then concluded her confession and stepped away from the microphone.

People cheered. They seemed very supportive of Amy and were taken in by her words.

“It seems like Amy is really trying hard to earn all that money. Look at the kids cheering for her! That’s Amy’s cash cow.” Skye hunched over her chest, then tilted her chin at the audience.

“So hot, Amy! Wow! I’m also excited to listen to that!” The host fanned his face with one hand.

“Thank you, Amy. You can step down now and wait for the voting,” the host said. Amy obeyed and descended the stairs on the opposite side of the stage from me.

“All right, for our last session tonight on the Confessional Stage, we have a special session.”

“What’s this?” I asked Skye. We looked at each other with confusion.

“Unlike the previous two sessions, this time we won’t use your votes to guess whether Amy’s statements are true or false. We’ll spend all the voting tickets we have tonight. Let’s have some fun!”

The audience’s voices began to stir. This time, they seemed confused by the change in the program. Although confused, they still cheered loudly like they were possessed.

“Let’s do the voting first! Call Laird Evans!” some male audience members shouted at the host.

“I know, I know, you should do the voting. I should call Laird Evans up on stage to give his testimony about Amy’s confession earlier. But, for this time, hold on! Hold onto your voting tickets because I have one more participant who needs to be heard from their confession.”

“Oh, damn. Don’t tell me.” Skye grimaced at me, and I became even more panicked.

“Our participant this time also has a confession about Laird Evans.” The host smiled widely.

“Oh, my God. I’m not ready.” My voice trembled as I spoke. “Amy stole my story. I’m not ready.”

Skye’s hands cupped both sides of my face. She forced me to look into her eyes.

“Hey, listen. It’s okay, Fenella. Just follow your heart. Say everything you want to say to Laird from your heart. Don’t think. Just do it.” Skye whispered to me, like a boxing coach on the edge of the ring.

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