Winning My Ex-Crush

Syanna Rose

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Introduction

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Fenella and Laird are childhood friends and neighbors in their hometown, Boston. One day, during prom night, Fenella mustered the courage to confess her love to Laird. He rejected her, saying he would only date beautiful models. Heartbroken and traumatized, Fenella improved herself. After years of hard work, she carved out a career as a fashion model in New York. On a fateful night, Fenella went to a nightclub after her cheating boyfriend dumped her. It was then that she met Laird again. She thought she would get revenge on Laird, make him beg for her love, and then reject him. One passionate night ruins her plan, and they reignite their love. Until they caught up in a glamorous fashion world, a web of lies and scandal driven by jealousy.

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1: His Kind of Girl
2: Time Limit
4: Up for the Challenge
5: Huge Mistake
7: The Same Beautiful Mistake
9: Blame It on You
10: Wind of Changes
12: New Rules
13: Talent Show
15: Something in the Air
16: Bad Blood
17: Golden Opportunity
18: Angel From Above
19: An Invitation
20: Chatty Mouth
21: Little Debate
23: Phone Service
24: Pleasured Ears
26: Leap of Fate
27: My Plus One
28: The Dazzling Place
29: Party People
30: Screening My Rival
32: Ex
33: Part Ways
34: A Dare
36: What You Asked For
38: Heartbreak Remedy
39: Hyperdrive
40: DUI
42: SOS
43: Hero of The Night
44: Secret Talk
47: Reject Him
48: Winning Him
49: Flexible Position
50: A Brat
51: Flash News
52: Bail Out
53: Love Arrows
55: Wild Drive
57: Uncontrollable
59: Under Law & Regulations
60: Great Trust
61: Signed & Sealed
62: Exclusive For You
63: Key Card
64: Shortcut
65: Trial and Tribulation
66: Internal Conflict
69: His Desk
71: Slanderous Accusation
72: Cat Fight
73: Cooling Down
75: Me Too
77: Private Little Office
79: Distant Memory
82: Big Projects
83: Sharing Joy
84: Taste of Grapes
85: Ticket to Use
86: Cruising
87: Panic Attack
88: Date Night
89: Guilt Trip
90: After Party
91: Publicity Stunt
92: Off to NYC
94: Love Trauma
95: Who Loves Me?
96: Evans Brothers
99: Dream Crusher
100: A Promise
101: The Special Girl
102: New Resolution
104: Study Group
105: Friend or Foe
106: Good in Bad
107: The Senior Year
108: Fever
109: Something Urgent
110: Plan Ahead
112: Surprise!
113: Amy's Tilted Stage
114: Confessional Stage
116: The Cold Night
117: All This Time
118: The Fake One
120: Biting the Bait
121: Resignation Letter
122: My Supermodel
126: Toughen Up
127: Private Investigator
130: Shake It Hot
131: Dangerous Zone
132: Benefit of the Doubt
133: Cater to My Needs
134: Social Campaign
135: Eureka!
136: Highest Boiling Point
137: Killer Mode
138: All Hell Loose
140: Calling All Angels
141: Home Sweet Home
142: Puppy Love
143: Foolish One
144: Monkey Business
145: Cheering Squad
146: Loser Like Me
148: Silent Supporter
149: My First Love
151: Last Day
152: Catching Wind
155: You are the Reason
156: Siblings
157: Say Cheese!
158: Personal Transformation
159: Crazy Rich Investor
161: Golden Ring
162: Pep Talk
163: Desperate Measure
167: Key Target
168: The Question
170: Ready For You
172: Let’s Get Married
173: Bigger and Shinier
174: VIP Only
175: The King of Online Gambler
176: Guest List
177: Three is Too Crowded
178: Birthday Bash
180: Fight For Me, Please
181: Little Celebration for Big Inspiration
182: Party Dress
183: The Grim Revelation
184: Billions of Dollar
185: Something Matters to Me
188: Cornering Amy
189: Bullying is a Sin
190: Runaway Bride
192: Emergency Bag
193: Deadly Rejection
194: Homerun
195: Patiently Waiting
196: Breaking News
197: Home Sweet Home
198: Shut It Down
199: Our Statement
201: Abduction
202: Live Location
203: Please Don’t Preach
204: Daddy Issues
205: Will You?
206: Little Happiness
208: You and I
210: Revenge Served
56: Lunch Break
70: Lady Boss
76: A Shady House
80: Our First Kiss
81: Birthday Boy
103: Freshman
169: Make Up Kisses
186: Attached to You
207: Objections!
68: Bell, McNaught, & Evans
191: Under Arrest
164: Christmas Eve
200: Everdream
41: Interrogation
54: Special Code
125: Chasing The Way Out
25: Last Training
78: First Model
97: What Magazine Said
115: A Thin Piece of Paper
124: Alan's Tilted Stage
128: Written in Script
147: Seeking Forgiveness
153: Thrift Shop
165: Web of Business
58: Clean and Smooth
171: Super Fan
187: Gala Dinner Night
209: Award Winner Supermodel
6: Paying Debt
46: A Confession
67: Punishments
98: Fun Memories
111: Let's Go to Prom!
129: Action!
139: Broken Pieces
150: Silence
154: Up and Down
166: A Plan
35: Strip Dance
14: I'm a Professional
8: Bridging Connection
11: Old Friends
37: Behind The Stage
45: Blank Space
93: Red Bites
3: Reunion
119: Ghost from The Past
22: More Talk, Less Typing

1: His Kind of Girl

Fenella's POV "I don't like you." Laird said it coldly. "What? You're lying, right? I know you're lying. If you're lying, maybe you're just teasing me as usual. If so, it's okay, but why are you joking like this?" I asked quickly. "Enough, Fenella. I'm sick of you." Laird's voice was still low, and there was no smile on his lips at all. His green eyes stared at me with anger. "Why are you saying that? What did I do wrong? Why don't you like me? Give me a clear reason." Tears started to fall on my cheeks. I couldn't believe any of this. Laird has been my friend since we were kids. He's my neighbor, always by my side; we were even dancing on the prom's dance floor just a few hours ago. How could his attitude change so quickly? "You're not my type," Laird said again, firmly in a low voice. I could barely hear him, but somehow I caught Laird's words. My heart clenched. I truly couldn't believe what he said. "What? I'm not your type." I pressed my hand against my chest. "Do you want me to believe all your insults towards me just because I'm not your type? Is that it?" I asked with my mouth agape. My breath almost stopped upon hearing that. Completely nonsense! Laird's gaze on me didn't falter at all. He remained silent. "Is that it?!" I asked again, with a raised tone. "That's it," he replied shortly. I snorted in disbelief with my mouth wide open. I was almost on the verge of anger. I knew Laird was hiding something from me, but his answer made me really angry. I was so angry that I couldn't even protest anymore. My tears stopped because of my anger. Instead, I laughed. "Okay, fine. If that's the case, what is your type, then? What kind of girl do you like enough to treat me like this in front of everyone?" I pressed. "Tell me, what is your ideal type of girl?" This time, I challenged Laird, and my anger barely contained itself. "I like girls who are independent and not clingy like you. I like girls who are confident, naturally beautiful, popular, humble, and honest." He spoke and then fell silent again. He looked up, took a deep breath, and suddenly pointed to a billboard advertising our school. "Like her. That's my type of girl." I turned to see the billboard he pointed at. There was an advertisement about a successful alumna from our school. I knew the girl in the advertisement; everyone saw her every time we entered the school building. I saw her ad everywhere. I even saw her on the front cover of women's magazines. "Now you understand, right? You are very different from her. You're just a foolish, spoiled, and ugly girl. No boy will ever like you." The blond-haired boy turned around and walked away. "If that's the case, why did you choose Amy? Aren't I your best friend? Why did you choose that bully even though she's not your type?" I asked loudly to stop Laird in his tracks. He turned to me. "It's precisely because you're my best friend that I don't want you to get cocky." He spoke. "If I had to choose between some random girl and you, I would still choose someone else. Even if it's a bully." After saying those words, Laird walked away, leaving me behind. My eyelids blinked in disbelief at all this. My heart shattered into pieces. My chest ached, my fingers' tips pricked, and I clenched my dress tight against my chest. It hurt so much that even my ears felt numb. I turned and walked back to my dorm with tears on my cheeks. My tears flowed uncontrollably. I ran with blurred vision. I didn't care about my shoes left on the road. I ran as fast as I could to the dorm, my feet scraping. Everything felt like a mere dream, and now I was like a fairy-tale princess running home after the clock struck. Everything seemed shattered and erased. The sparkle of prom night's magic had vanished, replaced by an endless abyss of sorrow. Truly, this was absurd. This was insane. I couldn't accept this at all. I will retaliate! Laird Evans, you just wait for my revenge! *** Present days, 7 years later… "Great!" I glanced at the photographer as she commented on the results of the images I had taken earlier. On the computer screen, the photo quality appeared to be excellent. The idea of this picture shoot was distinct, with monochromatic hues and the play of light creating silhouette shadows as photo enhancers. "This looks good." I pointed to one photograph scrolling across the screen. An unusual stance that resembles ballet moves. The pose appears to have garnered appreciation, even though I was unaware of its name. Kim, the photographer, screamed, "Yes! Perfect! Thank you. I believe we'll have a lot of fantastic shots, thanks to you." We hugged briefly to convey our gratitude, then shared little kisses on the cheek. Jessy, my agent, grinned heartily this time, expressing his approval. "Excellent job, Fenella. I'm confident your portfolio will be even better this year," Jessy added as he led me back to the changing room. "Are you sure?" I asked Jessy with a bright smile. "Of course. I told you that this is your year." Jessy became even more eager. Even as I was stripping down behind the curtain, I could make out his remarks. "Are you going to the fortune teller again, Jess?" With a slight chuckle, I replied in the same loud voice. "Ha! Even without those tarot cards, I know you'll become more famous this year." I came from the dressing room curtain right after changing out of the white maxi dress into a tight knee-length black knit dress. Jessy quickly handed over the maxi dress to the assistant designer. "Your name is becoming more recognized among designers, and your Instagram followers are growing. What have I said? Making beauty tutorial videos will help you gain popularity." I sat in one of the makeup chairs and began brushing my long hair. The makeup assistant let me touch up my makeup. "Tomorrow you have a dress fitting for Baumer's show preparation." "Tomorrow? What time?" I asked. "Wait, let me check." Jessy opened his phone and looked at the markings on his agenda. "At 7 a.m." I mumbled softly when I heard the early morning schedule for tomorrow. "Why is that?" Jessy frowned. "Hmm. That's okay. I'll manage." "Manage? Is it really so difficult to get up early?" He suddenly clutched my shoulder, his mouth agape. "Aha! I remember! You're going out with Tom tonight, right? You naughty girl!" Jessy teased me with a big laugh. My cheeks flushed, and I smiled shyly. "Why not?" I carefully flicked my hair towards Jessy. "Yes, it's fine," Jessy quipped. "But?" I asked again, hesitantly. I just knew somehow that Jessy wanted to nag me on this. 'Tell me honestly, what's on your mind?" I asked him.

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