Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

“Only fools like you dare to open the curtain. Other kids are smart enough not to disturb us.”

I was so weak and helpless. Coupled with my body’s weakness from a fever, I could only grimace. My back ached from the pressure of my backpack’s contents pressed between my body and the wall.

“Stop it, Amy. You’re hurting me.” Both of my hands gripped Amy’s wrists as hard as I could. I tried to release her grip on me, but Amy was stronger.

“Why? Do you feel like you can’t be hurt when you’ve already hurt me? Do I not know you’re a two-faced traitor? You act like you support me, but you always undermine me in front of Laird.”

Amy hissed right next to my face. I could even feel her breath in my ears, and I shivered because of it.

“I despise losers like you. I hate traitors like you. You make me sick!”

Amy pushed me again until I staggered back to the wall. My breath felt heavy, and my ears were ringing after hearing Amy’s threats. I tried to stand as straight as possible, even though I was already bent over weakly.

Amy kicked my shinbone hard, and I immediately groaned. I fell to my knees, and my hands immediately grabbed my right leg. I bit my lip to suppress the pain, then my eyes felt hot and my vision was getting blurrier from tears.

“Oh, and one more thing. If you dare to report me and Chris, I won’t hesitate to ruin your life.” Amy turned her body around and walked back to the curtain.

“Does that mean…?” In the silent room, I stopped her from leaving with my words. “Does that mean you won’t ask Laird to prom? Does that mean you won’t be running in the special session?”

Amy looked back at me. “Whatever, bitch. Just go away now!”

Amy closed the curtain roughly. Faintly, I heard whispers from Amy and Chris.

“Can we continue now?” Chris’s voice sounded slow, and I couldn’t possibly stay frozen there to be their spectator.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

I forced myself to walk as fast as I could towards the baseball field immediately after leaving the infirmary. With slightly limping steps, I dragged my numb right foot.

After a journey that felt incredibly exhausting and draining, I arrived at the baseball field. My breath was heavy, my head was hurting, my feet were bruised, and my body felt like it was burning under the sunset. I reached for the field’s boundary fence and walked along it to reach the entrance.

With all my strength, I struggled to the player’s seat and looked for Laird. Fortunately, he was getting a drink in his seat.

“Laird.” I called him softly.

“Fenella?! Why are you here? This is a special seat for team members; if the coach sees you here, he’ll be angry.” Laird immediately approached me and glanced several times at his coach, who appeared to be busy with the pitchers.

I was grateful to have made it here. Meeting Laird-that’s what I needed. My hands reached for Laird’s hands. We held hands up to our elbows, and unconsciously, I leaned my body against his.

“Laird, will you go to prom with me? Will you be my dance partner?” I asked gently, even though I felt like I couldn’t speak anymore after holding back all the pain.

“Are you kidding? What’s going on all of a sudden?” Laird furrowed his brow in confusion.

I couldn’t bear it anymore. My vision went completely dark.

***

I blinked my eyes several times. The first thing I saw was the white ceiling with long white lights. Because the ceiling was too high for me, I realized this wasn’t my room.

Slowly, I lifted my body to sit up. Then I turned my head to the side and found Laird sleeping. His head was resting on my bed, and he folded his hands into a pillow. I raised my hand to stroke his straw-colored hair.

“Laird,” I called out. “Laird.” I called his name again. On the second call, the boy finally woke up and lifted his head.

“Oh, damn.” He wiped the drool at the corner of his lips with the back of his hand before speaking properly.

“Hey, Fenella, you’re awake. Hooray.” He exclaimed hoarsely, as if he still wasn’t fully awake.

“How long have you been here? Did I pass out on the baseball field? What about your practice? Was your coach mad?” I hurriedly asked everything that crossed my mind.

“Whoa, easy girl.”

Laird laughed as he rubbed his face with both hands. He fell silent for a moment as I noticed his cheeks were red from being pressed by his own hands for a long time.

“I know you have a lot of questions in your head, but I can only answer with one sentence.” He stared at me intently and took a deep breath.

“I assure you, there’s nothing for you to worry about.” With a wide grin, he raised his thumb in front of me. “Clear?”

Though I wanted to protest, he got up from his seat before me and patted my shoulder gently. “Wait, I’ll call the doctor first.”

He hurried to call the doctor, and they both approached me. The doctor asked me a few questions, checked my blood pressure, and then gave his diagnosis.

“These are symptoms of anemia. Your blood pressure is also low. I’ll call the kitchen to send a blood-boosting dinner menu for you. After eating, you can take the medicine I’ll give you.” The doctor spoke softly, and he smiled kindly at me.

“Just have the food delivered to the dorm, if you may, doc,” I requested.

“Just stay here tonight. You’re still too weak to walk to the dorm.” Laird suggested, but I shook my head.

“Yes, I’ve also asked for permission from the housemaster.” The doctor also insisted, but I remained firm in shaking my head.

The incident this afternoon with the corner infirmary beds traumatized me, and I didn’t want to catch anyone else again. Of course, I didn’t mention the real reason.

“I just want to sleep in my room. I feel more comfortable there.” I insisted.

“In that case, let me drive you with Mr. Evans. It’s almost 6 p. m.; the wind will feel too cold for you if you walk.”

“Um, doc, one more thing. I slipped earlier. My foot seems to be bruised. Is there any medicine that can help reduce the swelling?” I asked after realizing that my foot still throbbed in pain.

The doctor examined my foot and furrowed his brow.

“Where did you fall? Does it hurt when pressed like this?” he asked.

The doctor’s hand pressed my right shinbone slowly, and I winced in pain. He again pressed a few points in the bone area.

“Other points aren’t as bad,” I nodded.

“I’ll give you a cream to reduce the bruise and apply it tonight. If it doesn’t get better by tomorrow morning and swells more, we might have to go to the hospital for an X-ray of your bone. Just in case there’s a fracture in the bone.”

“Thank you so much, doc.” I nodded with a weak smile.