Winning My Ex-Crush

Laird’s POV

Come on, even if she said her name multiple times, I would still try to forget it. I didn’t know why she thought I would welcome her feelings. Again, I didn’t want to be full of myself, but she always bothered me, whether in classes or on the baseball field.

Well, I have to admit, she was physically attractive. I even thought she looked a bit like Fenella. Her hair was bright and straight blonde, just like Fenella’s. However, her lips were too thin for my taste. Her blue eyes were darker, unlike Fenella’s bright irises, like a summer sky.

In terms of body language and personality, I never liked Amy. If I had to write down all the differences between Amy and Fenella, it would probably take me at least 24 hours to finish.

Even so, I still tried to be nice to Amy because she seemed to be Fenella’s best friend. Although I didn’t know why she insisted on being friends with Amy, I respected her decision.

“Laird, I didn’t know you were alone. Would you like me to accompany you to dance?” she asked me.

“No, thank you. I already have a dance partner.” I declined as curtly as if rejecting a salesperson.

“Oh, yeah? Then, where’s your dance partner?” She asked, looking around me.

“Er, well, she has something to take care of.” I shrugged. Something about a surprise that I felt would be another of Fenella’s silly ideas, but I chose to be patient.

“I think I know what it is. Aren’t you curious?” She asked softly in a low voice. She smiled at me with a hidden meaning behind her lips.

“Oh, yeah? Tell me if you know.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I feel like you’ll forget it right after I tell you. It seems you have memory issues since you always forget my name,” she said, crossing her arms and pouting.

I squinted my eyes as I looked at her now. She might be trying to trade something for information that I still doubted the truth of. I didn’t know what she wanted, and I thought it wasn’t a good idea to follow her request.

“Alright, if you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine. I’ll just wait for Fenella,” I said skeptically.

My hand reached out again for the ladle in the fruit punch bowl. Suddenly, Amy leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear from behind.

“Laird, what if I told you that Fenella has been lying to you?”

Hearing that whisper, I stopped reaching for the ladle. This time, I started feeling increasingly uncomfortable with her presence. I placed the empty glass on the counter and turned to face her directly.

“Can you stop doing this? You’re making me uncomfortable with your lies,” I said harshly with a furrowed brow.

“Oh, I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable by telling the truth,” she blinked while twisting a strand of her blonde hair.

“Listen, Amy.” I finally said her name through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know what you want, but I hate two-faced liars. Hasn’t Fenella always been kind to you and considered you her friend? Why are you doing this to her?”

I really didn’t know what this girl wanted. It seemed she enjoyed provoking my anger.

“Oh, Laird. Please don’t be angry,” she said with a fake expression of sadness.

“I don’t want to deceive you at all. I’m really sincere about wanting to help you. You know I like you, so I can’t bear to see you being played by your best friend.” This time her brow furrowed deeply, and she bit her lower lip. She then glanced nervously to the right and left.

“Okay, how about this? You follow me, and I’ll show you that what I said is the truth. After that, I won’t bother you anymore. Besides, we won’t see each other again after tonight.” She raised both her hands.

“What do you say?” she asked, still trying to persuade me.

“Seriously, Amy. What exactly do you want to tell me?” I asked, squinting my eyes.

“I just feel like you can help me, but I’m sure you’ll refuse unless you see the truth about Fenella,” she exhaled deeply.

I stared at her intently. I swore I didn’t want to be deceived by this snake of a woman, but she seemed so confident in her information. Damn it, anything concerning Fenella Baxter always made me curious. Especially since I was standing here alone, waiting like an idiot.

I waited a bit longer, weighing Amy’s words while hoping Fenella would show up and send Amy away. But she didn’t come, and I started to doubt my faith in her.

“If you pull any tricks, I’ll leave immediately,” I said coldly.

“Trust me, you won’t regret following me,” she tried to reassure me again with a smile spreading across her lips.

“Lead the way.” I nodded.

Amy grinned and raised her index finger. Then she gestured for me to follow her. She turned her slender body, and I followed her. We navigated through the crowd of students filling the auditorium until we moved further from the drink counter.

I furrowed my brow even deeper. Curiosity began to surround me. Amy led me further away from the crowd, toward the backstage area. Again, I didn’t want to be cocky, but I wondered if she just wanted to seduce me in a secluded place.

The backstage area seemed restricted to the prom night committee. There were also a few people lining up, seemingly waiting to go on stage for some quiz show nonsense.

Amy stopped walking. She told me to peek through a small door into the hallway beside the auditorium. We pressed our bodies against the wall. I stood behind Amy because I was taller than her. Then she pointed toward the dim hallway.

“There, you can see for yourself. That’s Fenella and her boyfriend,” Amy whispered.

Hearing Amy’s words, my mind was blown away. My heart raced, and my eyes widened. I looked closely into the dark, almost empty alley.

I could clearly see a blonde girl in a pink dress. She moved, and for a moment, her face caught the light. My chest pounded erratically, and suddenly, I felt an overwhelming anger.

Fenella stood there, hugging someone. The hallway was too dark for me to see the person’s face, but his tall frame convinced me it was a boy, not a girl. Then she kissed the boy.

I felt blind with rage. A faint ringing echoed in my head as I took a step back. My face felt hot, and I didn’t want to accept the reality in front of me. I swallowed hard, trying to resist punching the wall even though my fists were tightly clenched at my sides.

Fenella kissed that boy affectionately. Damn it! Is this what heartbreak feels like? I had planned to ask Fenella out once we returned to Boston. But this was something I never imagined.

“See? I wasn’t lying, right?” Amy brushed the collar of my jacket and stopped me from moving backward.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What do you want?” Information always comes with a price, doesn’t it?

“I just want your support. Nothing more,” she said.

“Support in what?” I asked, becoming increasingly impatient with narrowed eyes.

My head throbbed, and anger had burned my heart to ashes. My heart instantly felt numb.

“You’ll find out when the time comes. Just stay at this event until your name is called on stage,” she patted my chest.