Class Villainess

"Stop looking around, Em. I'm in front of you."

"For once, look at me instead."

I was stunned when Mason Hall suddenly slammed me to the wall and covered my body with his broad shoulder. I tried to slip out and run, but he grabbed my wrist, ultimately preventing me from escaping. 

I gulped when he stared at me with his sharp gaze, something that I didn't think was possible for the always lukewarm Mason. 

His gaze was like a hawk who finally caught his prey, yet, I sensed something more than just that, something he tried to hide but still leaked a bit.

I saw the gaze full of unhinged obsession. 

Though, I might be hallucinating since Mason was always the coldhearted nonchalant god who never took an interest in anyone. Despite our date before, I was still inclined to believe that Mason only saw me as a friend at best. 

"W—What?" I asked. I turned around, trying to avoid his sharp gaze, but he didn't allow me. 

He grabbed both of my wrists with his left hand and pushed it to the wall, then he grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look in his direction instead. 

"Why are you avoiding me, Em? Am I that detestable to you?" Mason asked. 

"What? You're far from detestable!" I denied it immediately. I didn't want him to have a wrong thought about us.

"Then why are you avoiding me? Like in the cafeteria just now… all I want is just to sit and have lunch with you…." 

"Is it really about that? Okay, release me first, and I'll tell you the reason," I struggled again, trying to break free from his grip. 

"No," Mason replied curtly. I could feel how his grip tightened around my wrists. "Answer me first, then I'll release you."

"Ugh, fine," I clicked my tongue in annoyance. "Mason Hall, do you know how popular and loved you are? Do you know how crazy your fangirls are? If one of them caught us together, even if we have no relationship whatsoever, I'd be done! They will fucking bully me to death!"

And that one was literal because I had experienced death. After all, they accidentally killed me during prom night.

And Mason never came to me, trying to save me after all the mess he made in my life.

Maybe he didn't even realize it in the first place. He should've left me fainted alone during that cursed P.E class. It should be okay for me to faint without anyone helping, rather than him carrying me in his embrace while rushing to the infirmary.

Because what he did damage the hell out of my life! 

Mason was stunned when he heard my reason, and he slowly released my wrists. 

He stood in silence, staring at me full of guilt. I rubbed my wrist and pulled my sleeve, trying to cover his hand marks around my wrist. He was strong enough to leave marks on my wrist, apparently.

"Are you satisfied with the answer now?" I asked because I felt he was so ridiculous asking me an obvious question. 

"I'm not satisfied, but I understand…" Mason said. He scoffed, "So it's the same thing all over again."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"It's the same thing, always the same thing… no matter how many times, always the same thing…" Mason mumbled. That sharp gaze disappeared instantly, but that gaze full of unhinged obsession became even more obvious. I could even see his beautiful blue pupil dilated. 

Such a view was too alien for me, who was used to seeing the male god, school idol, quarterback, princely Mason Hall. He should be up there, acting nonchalant and mighty as usual, and stop disturbing me on my mission, seriously. 

"M—Mason? Are you okay?"

Mason shook his head, and his usual lukewarm self finally returned. He 

"I'm… I'm okay…" Mason replied with a thin smile, "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, Em. It's just… I feel sad when you suddenly avoid me. I thought I did something wrong…."

"Oh, not at all, but you know… you're not just a regular student like me. You're Mason hall," I said. 

…

"I understand. But we're good, right?"

"Of course, just… don't talk to me so freely in public, especially in school. Do you not realize how dangerous that'd be for me?" 

"Don't worry… everything has its time. I'll make sure of it," Mason mumbled again. 

"…"

Mason recovered from his weird behavior and then patted my head gently, "I'm sorry, Em. I'll be careful next time. If you need anything, don't hesitate to tell me, I'll always be there for you."

"… thank you."

Honestly, I didn't want to get entangled with you at all. You're a great guy, but you're just too unreachable. It was a bit weird for us to go together, even as a friend or colleagues. 

"Where are you going now?" 

My heartbeat skipped when he asked that because I had just realized that I was carrying that box full of crystal meth in my bag. 

I got conscious instantly and replied a bit awkwardly, "T—To the pottery club room."

"Hm? It's still noon, and you're already going there? You know club activities are allowed only after school, right?" Mason pointed out.

Shoot, he got me. Now, I had to find a good reason for a justification. 

"It's… it's my club president. He wants me to help him clean stuff in the club room because he broke a few things, apparently."

Mason's thin smile stayed, and he said, "I see, so that club president of yours make you work out of the club activity hours?"

"N—No, don't frame it a bad way. It's just him telling me to do stuff because he's the only one in the club right now."

Mason scoffed whenever I mentioned the club president. He was obviously displeased, "He's a weird guy, don't get too close to him, okay?"

"But he's my club president…."

"Logan, his name is Logan Walker, right?"