Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

There was a pang in my chest for a moment. I couldn’t deny it; Alan was truly amazing. He was kind, charismatic, good at dancing, and good at business, and now he had shown how he was a leader adored by women and men alike.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Still, I was thinking about Laird.

“So, are you ready to drive?” he asked. “Come on.”

Alan took my glass and placed it in the cup holder. Then he closed the bottle again and placed it on the back seat of the car. He handed me the car keys and guided me to sit in the driver’s seat. Alan closed the door for me and then rushed to the passenger seat next to me.

“Let’s go!” Alan exclaimed with a hearty laugh.

Alright. I swallowed my saliva and started the car. I fastened my seatbelt, as did Alan. I held the steering wheel with both hands and prepared myself. After adjusting the height and distance of the driver’s seat, I looked at Alan.

“Are you really sure we’ll be okay?” I asked again.

“Yes, trust me,” Alan said. “Let’s go!”

Encouraged by his enthusiasm, I finally put the gear in and slowly pulled the car out of the parking building. I took a deep breath to calm myself, and Alan smiled at me. He then connected his phone to the car’s small screen.

Suddenly, the voice of the artist Sherlock Black was heard singing Hyperdrive. I immediately turned to Alan with an amazed smile.

“Do you like this singer?” I asked.

“Yes, who doesn’t like him?” Alan asked with a broad smile.

“I really like his songs too. Who would’ve thought we had the same taste in music?” I said it excitedly.

Not many of my friends knew Sherlock Black. He was an indie singer with his own compositions, and he had just exploded onto the charts after two of his songs became popular. I’ve liked him since high school. So, meeting someone else who also liked him was quite amazing.

“Oh, careful! Look ahead.”

I quickly turned back to the front and avoided the pillar of the parking building. My heart was pounding fast because I almost crashed the car. Seeing my tense behavior, Alan laughed.

“Just relax, Fenella. Take it easy. We should head to the quieter area of Queens,” Alan said calmly.

“Yeah, let’s do that. We’ll drive smoothly and gently,” Alan reassured me positively, so I gradually relaxed.

I drove through the city streets at night toward Queens. The time was almost 11 p. m. Alan rolled down his window, and the cold night air immediately blew in.

“You can also open your window to relax more,” Alan suggested to me.

So I did. I rolled down half of my window and immediately felt the wind caress my cheeks and hair. The cold October wind made my tears feel frozen.

Alan turned up the music volume. He then hummed along and slowly sang along with the rhythm. Unconsciously, I was swept away by the atmosphere and joined in singing along throughout the journey.

“Isn’t this fun? The song fits our current situation perfectly,” Alan said with a broad smile.

I nodded. I finally drove the car calmly until we passed a bridge toward Queens. The roads on the bridge were smooth, with only a few other cars.

We decided to drive all the way to a park. The roads here were really quiet and very different from the bustling streets in front of the Oscar Club in Times Square.

I drove quite smoothly while Alan guided me on good driving practices. We circled the streets around the park area, and I began to feel more confident driving the car.

“How about it? Are you starting to feel comfortable with your new car?” Alan asked.

“Yes. I think I’m getting better at handling the steering,” I said happily.

“Good. You should drive often to get more skill. Eventually, you’ll also get used to your car. Turn the steering wheel left, and the car turns left. Turn the steering wheel right, and the car turns right.” Alan’s words gradually became more relaxed.

He had been drinking the remaining champagne from his glass since earlier. Then I realized that Alan had also apparently finished the champagne from my glass.

“Alan? Are you drunk?” I asked in disbelief, though my smile was still broad.

“It’s okay. You can take me to my apartment now,” Alan said with a slow, unclear voice.

“Alright. Let’s go to your apartment,” I said.

“Where’s your address?” I asked Alan, who seemed to be closing his eyes.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep. Tell me your address.” I called out to Alan, but he began not to answer me.

“Hey, Alan. Wake up. Alan!”

My fatal mistake was when one of my hands released the steering wheel as if I were already very skilled at driving. My hands shook Alan’s body, who was already leaning back in the car seat.

“Alan!” I called his name.

Suddenly, a loud honking sound startled us.

“Oh, damn it!”

I slammed the steering wheel to avoid the car that I almost hit. But my reaction to stepping on the brake pedal was too slow, so I ended up hitting the red light at the intersection. The car continued to drive up onto the sidewalk until I finally hit the iron fence of the park.

My mouth was wide open. My heart was pounding hard after the crash, and my body was shaking violently. My fingers felt cold, and I felt confused about what to do. Alan, who had just awakened, immediately put the car in automatic gear into park mode and pulled the handbrake.

“Fenella?!” Alan was shocked, and his mouth was agape.

“Quickly switch seats with me,” he ushered.

“What?” I asked, still confused.

“I’ll take responsibility. You’re Gene’s main model; we can’t let any scandal about you spread.” Alan squeezed both of my shoulders.

“Quickly, change seats. Don’t get out of the car.” He immediately got out of the car.

Confused, I finally obeyed Alan. I struggled to shift my seat to the passenger seat, which still felt warm from Alan. My body continued to tremble, and panic immediately enveloped me.

What had just happened? Soon, I heard the sound of a police car siren from afar. Ugh, I shouldn’t do this in the first place!