Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

“Sorry, but I don’t know that name at all,” He admitted.

“She’s our school alumna who became a sexy model. You pointed to a school billboard ad with her face prominently displayed. You said she was your type of girl. That’s what you said on prom night.” I persisted stubbornly.

“Me?” He pointed to himself.

“Are you sure that was me? I don’t remember! I don’t even know what Charlotte looks like.”

He chuckled and shook his head. Is he truly didn’t remember at all?

“But you answered with the same response at the club! You said your type of girl is a sexy girl,” I sulked amid my tears.

“That’s because I was helping you and Jessy. Jessy told me that you were having trouble meeting Oscar’s wishes. He said I had to lure you to perform on stage as a form of spontaneity. That’s why I eventually came up with an idea and asked him to collaborate with me.” He slowly explained.

“I wasn’t serious when I said that. It was all just an act,” He said slowly.

“Really?” I asked, still unsure.

“Yes. I might have even pointed at the woman on the billboard randomly. Honestly, I’m sorry, but I don’t remember why I pointed at Charlotte.”

Just after saying that, he parked the car on the side of the road near my apartment. Cars lined the street, and only one was left empty, requiring us to walk a few meters to my apartment. It was understandable; it was almost 3 a. m., and people must have returned to their apartments by then.

It turned out we argued throughout the journey from Queens to the Upper East Side for almost thirty minutes. Perhaps our argument escalated due to our physical exhaustion.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“So, am I wasting my time being a model?” I asked after he had completely parked the vehicle.

Gosh! So, it was all just for waste?

“Nothing in this world is a waste. I think being a model suits you. You’ve proven to be more independent now and look very different from your high school self.”

He turned his body to the side to get a better look at my face. My eyes met his green emerald eyes. Despite his disheveled shirt and messy hair, he still looked dangerously handsome to me. It was no wonder all my friends mesmerized by him.

“That’s what worries me. You could make a gay man turn straight just by falling in love with you. What if Alan pretends to be gay to harass you without you realizing it?” His question hung in the air, and we just stared at each other. Perhaps his mind was no longer in sync with his mouth.

Suddenly, I was sure this is the right time to confront his feelings.

“So, you’re really jealous of Alan?” I asked softly.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Did you really leave me alone at the club earlier because you were angry seeing me dance with Alan?” I asked again.

“I was angry because he touched you, licked your ear, and dragged you like the sexiest sex slave, arousing all the men in the club,” I answered honestly. “Jessy didn’t tell me that you would perform a dance together with Alan.”

“In that case, do you admit that I am the sexiest girl in the club?” I asked, suppressing my squeal.

“No. You are the sexiest girl in the world,” he whispered softly.

Should I give in to him now? No. I still need to test him. He might change his attitude towards me in a second.

“You lied,” I said to Laird, glaring at him angrily.

“I didn’t lie at all. Why do you think I lied to you?” Laird asked, furrowing his brow.

“Because if you really thought that way, you wouldn’t have left me alone at the club. You also didn’t reply to any of my messages, even though I sent many. Not a single one did you respond to!”

I couldn’t believe Laird’s words right now. He was cold toward me and ignored me at the club. After leaving me, he didn’t give me any explanation. Then, what did he say-I’m the sexiest girl in the world?

“I’ve told you, haven’t I? I acted that way because I don’t like seeing you with Alan,” Laird said irritably this time.

“But do you really have to be so angry with me to ignore me like that? Do you think I’m just trash that you can discard whenever you don’t like?” I bombarded him with questions.

“And now you’re praising me when your body is tired and sleepy? Are you hoping I’ll be swayed again?” I asked rhetorically.

“That’s not what I meant. Besides, why do you compare yourself with trash? Who said I was throwing you away?” Laird asked, sounding pitiful.

“You’re the one treating me like trash! You left me just like that without any explanation at the club,” I snapped, still annoyed at Laird.

“Fine, I apologize. Jealousy overcame me to the point where I treated you like that. But, believe me, I had no intention of pushing you away,” Laird said slowly.

“If you didn’t intend to push me away, then why did you just leave me like that?” I asked again.

“Okay, Fenella. I apologize. I promise not to do it again,” said the blond man.

I stared at Laird closely, noticing his green eyes. I really wanted to believe him. I wanted to accept his apology, but my heart still felt uneasy. Anxiety continued to gnaw at my heart.

“You know, Laird. This is the third time you’ve just left me like that. You always do this; every time you face a problem, you choose to leave me alone without discussing it with me first,” I said with a high tone this time.

“Three times?” Laird asked, confused.

“Yes, three times. First, do you remember the day we kissed for the first time in 9th grade? That night your mom was caught cheating, and the next day you asked me to stay away from you. You chose to run and leave me.”

Laird sighed. “Fenella, I’ve told you, right? It’s because I didn’t want you to get involved in my problems. I didn’t want to drag you down to my problems. I didn’t deserve to take away what you should have. Without me, you could be freer to do what you want.”

“But what I want is to be with you!” I insisted.

“After that, I didn’t distance myself from you anymore, did I? I encouraged you to study because you were so stubborn about entering the same high school as me.”

We fell silent again to absorb all of this conversation. I still felt thirsty for an explanation from Laird, but it seemed he was really tired. He was unfocused, as was I. But I felt the need to clarify this. I felt like this was my only chance to gain recognition from him for everything he had done for me.

“Leaving me alone repeatedly-that’s not polite, Laird. I don’t need your half-hearted kindness like this,” I pouted.

“Tonight you helped me, praised me, and made me feel important. Then later, when things don’t go your way or when you’re angry with me, you’ll leave me alone again.” I wiped the tears from my cheeks.

“I don’t think I can handle a relationship like that. I don’t want to keep going around on the same issues,” I whispered softly.

“Goodbye, Laird,” I said with tears on my cheeks.