118: The Fake One

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