Class Villainess

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Logan: You have more than a drug dealer had for his monthly stocks! What kind of crazy shit did you pull to have that amount of Crystal meth?!

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Ah, of course, he'd be curious about it. Any sane person would be curious, and it was his right to question what I had since he was the one who would infiltrate Leah's house. 

Now I wondered if I should tell him about that red rose man…

Honestly, I could just tell him that I got myself a rich, ultra-rich stalker. 

He magically knew my problem and need, then he offered to trade a box of Crystal meth with my used plaid shirt…

Yeah, that didn't add up at all. It was so weird, too weird even for me.

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Logan: Answer me.

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Logan urged me even more, which got me nervous, thinking of a way to make him believe my answer. 

After thirty minutes of not answering his question, my phone suddenly rang, and I saw Logan's name as the caller. I held my breath and then picked up the call. 

—Phone call__

"H—Hello…" 

"Emmelyn Jones, you better answer my question first! How in hell you can get that much Crystal Meth in a short time? I hadn't even finished cooking my ramen when you texted me about that!"

Wait, what was the relation between his ramen and this crystal meth? That was completely random. 

"Well, I don't think you'll believe me if I told you the truth…." I replied. "I mean, it's just… out of this world."

"Just tell me, I will not work with someone who hides stuff from me. At least if it's something that will involve me in the current plan and probable future plans as well," Logan pressed me even more. 

I could sense that he was a lot more careful than he looked. 

When I first saw him, I thought he was just some random rich brat who was also reckless, a daredevil who didn't give a fuck. 

But I was wrong. Logan was a lot more cautious than I expected. Made me wonder if he was also hiding his own secret, probably a nefarious one. 

"Fine, but you should trust me after I told you this, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, as long as you told me the truth," he replied.

I took a deep breath and started explaining on the phone, "So, I have been having a problem with a stalker. He keeps visiting my home and befriending my senile Grandma while my Mom and I weren't home."

"He always gave a red rose as a sign that he had visited my house, and I've been telling him to stop this or I'd be calling the police."

"But he is so insistent, and all I can do is just to curse him," I explained long. "Until I hit upon this stumbling block, I really need the Crystal Meth to get enough fake evidence to frame Leah later on."

"And you know it's literally impossible for me to get my hands on drugs, let alone expensive drugs like that."

"So that red rose stalker just texted me, saying that he could give me a box of Crystal meth in exchange for…." I paused and swallowed my saliva. I wondered if this was an okay thing to say because I knew damn well it wasn't normal. 

"Exchange of what? Your nasty picture?" Logan asked impatiently.

God, I wished it was that. I still wouldn't give him, but it sounded less creepy than my sweat-stained plaid shirt. 

"No, he wanted the plaid shirt that I wore today," I replied. 

"You mean, that brown plaid shirt?"

"Yeah…"

Wait, how could Logan remember such a menial thing? Was he that observant about everything? Somehow, I suspected that he might be a detective of some sort, knowing how he was cautious and observant even to the menial thing like my shirt color. 

"And you gave it to him?"

"Well, I have the drugs now…."

"Fuck!" 

I was startled when Logan suddenly cursed for no reason. I wanted to ask what happened, but he suddenly yelled, "That bastard, why don't you catch him?! Do you not have a kitchen knife or something?"

"What the fuck, bro? Do you really think I dare to fight a dangerous man in the middle of the night? I don't even know if he's bringing a weapon or not!"

"Tch, this is why being a pretty girl is a curse—" Logan mumbled, then he suddenly retracted his words, "—I mean, it's a curse that you're being stalked right now! That man has no taste! Who'd want to stalk someone so basic like you!" 

"Oh, come on! I don't have time to argue with you! For now, I have the drugs ready to be used as our weapon to frame Leah!" I said gleefully. 

"Tch, whatever, just cut your contact with that creepy stalker. You should tell me your home address, so I can send it—Send myself there! Who knows what kind of dangerous stuff that crazy man would pull just to have you?"

Oh, I bet stuff wouldn't be as dangerous as that, maybe just a gut feeling. 

True, I was scared to the bone, but my gut feeling told me that the red rose man wouldn't just use the ghost face mask and go stabby-stabby on me. 

"So, what are we going to do with this box of meth? Can you even carry it when you visited Leah's house later?" I asked on the phone.

"Tch, I haven't told you if I consent to follow your plan," Logan said.

"Oh, come on! Don't play the kind of game with me!" 

"Hahaha! Okay, okay, don't worry about the plan. I'll be sure that Leah would not be able to escape the verdict once the police have arrested her," he claimed confidently. 

I didn't know where that burst of confidence came from, but I had to admit that I should've been fiercer and more confident, so I could intimidate random guys who dared to approach me. 

"But this is not a good way to tell my plan. Let's just talk about it tomorrow morning in the club building club."

—Phone call ends.—

After that, Logan hung up the call. I liked the way that he just instantly believed me that I had a stalker that had supplied me with a box of Crystal meth. I really thought that we would have an argument or even a physical fight. 

That guy was just weird.

I stared at the box full of meth on the ground. With this amount of meth, I could get busted and deemed a high profiled drug dealer.

But Leah was the real drug dealer. She used this stuff to promote his position and make all of the Boxing club members obey all her rules like a bunch of lapdogs… 

I silently covered the box full of crystal meth and then put it inside my backpack. Logan said that he would lay out his plan once they were alone in the Pottery club room. 

"Alright, I really hope that you have a solid plan, Logan Walker. Because I'm risking my life here."

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Author Note: Pupa has been busy with irl job and feeling ill these days. I will reduce the update rate for Class Villainess to 5 chapters a week until 1 November, I will return back to 10-14 chapters a week. I'm so sorry, thank you for your understanding. 

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