My Mean Boyfriend Had Two Completely Different Faces—So DO I Chapter 01

My Mean Boyfriend Had Two Completely Different Faces—So DO I Chapter 01

Reid Sterling was infamous for his lethal tongue.

I wasn’t exactly runway-thin. When he spotted the lace bodycon dress a brand sent me for a photoshoot, he let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

“Are you seriously going out in that, Ella? You look like a Thanksgiving turkey stuffed into a lace casing. It’s an eyesore.”

I lost count of how many times his words broke me.

But Reid was breathtakingly handsome and incredibly generous, so I forced myself to endure it.

Until the night before the tournament, when a freshman in our club leaked our entire strategy to the opposing team.

Normally, Reid would have sneered and asked if her brain was underdeveloped.

But this time, he simply tossed her a pack of tissues. He looked away and said.

“Stop crying. It’s not that big of a deal.”

***

Lexi Watson was sobbing.

“I’m so sorry. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to ruin the tournament for everyone!”

Five minutes ago, the committee had disqualified us because of the leak.

Months of grueling preparation vanished before we even stepped onto the stage. The team was livid.

“An accident? You printed out our notes and left them right at the opponent’s door. That’s not an accident. That’s sabotage.”

Lexi choked back a sob. “I… I just got the room numbers mixed up…”

That sent the team over the edge.

“Mixed up? Our rooms are right next to each other! How do you forget where your own team stays?”

“Look,” another member barked, “save the tears. You could cry a river and it still wouldn’t wash the stupidity out of your head!”

Reid, who had been silent until now, let out a sharp “Tsk.”

“Watch your mouth,” he said, eyeing the male teammate. “Bullying a girl like this? You should be ashamed of yourself.”

The room went dead silent. Reid was our lead debater, known for being a verbal assassin.

Usually, if someone made a mistake this pathetic, this intentional, he would’ve ripped them apart.

He would’ve asked if their parents were cousins.

But now, he just reached into his pocket and threw a pack of tissues at Lexi’s feet.

“Forget it,” he said, turning his head. “What’s done is done. Crying won’t change anything.”

Watching him, I felt a sharp, needle-like sting in my chest.

Reid didn’t do comfort. There were times he’d made me cry, and even though he stood right there, he never offered a single kind word.

He’d just shove his hands in his pockets and tap his foot impatiently.

“Are you done? It’s a tiny issue. How long are you going to keep this up?”

The team was waiting for my reaction as president. I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at Lexi.

“Regardless of your intent, you’ve cost us the championship. You’re out of the team. Don’t bother coming to any more meetings.”

Lexi’s crying intensified.

“Ella, I know you’ve always hated me. But everyone makes mistakes! You’re going to strip away my passion just because of one little slip-up?”

The team was seething.

“What passion? You can’t even write a brief! Ella gave you her own talking points just to give you a chance, and you still tripped over every word!”

“This was the Finals, Lexi. To you, it’s a ‘slip-up.’ To us, it’s everything!”

Before Lexi could respond, Reid’s voice cut through the air.

“Enough!”

He turned his cold gaze toward me.

“Ella Miller. You’re supposed to be the president. How can you sit there and let a mob harass one girl?”

He looked me up and down, his lip curling in a faint, mocking smile.

“Oh, right. I forgot. You’re the one leading the pack.”