Class Villainess

__Phone Call__

"I—Is there something I can help?"

"Ah yeah, I want to ask about something…." I darted my eyes at the box of crystal meth on the table and assured myself. "Are you free on the weekend?" 

…

"Did I hear that right?" Mason asked. "You… you're asking me on a date on the weekend?"

"Uh…" 

Did I accidentally send a mixed signal there?

Oh no, I didn't mean it that way. I was just asking whether he would be free to go to the school on the weekend like before. But if I said no right now, it wouldn't have a pretty ending.

I started remembering when we had our first date… and my heartbeat accelerated as my cheeks turned ruddy. I had to admit that Mason was sweet and caring. He was as nervous as I did, but he didn't want to make me uncomfortable. 

He also looked as nervous as I was, but he still tried to put me first so I would have a comfortable first date with him.

Ah… what a gentleman…

What? I was sorry for being stupid for falling in love again with Mason Hall. But when you treated a girl like that, how could I suppose not to feel anything? I might be vindictive and vengeful, but that didn't mean that my heart was dead. 

"W—Well, if you don't mind…." I said, trying to play it out. 

"Oh, sure! I'll empty my weekend schedule for you. Where do you want to go? Is it on Saturday?"

"The place is up to you, I just… I just want to spend my weekend with someone, I guess…." I replied half-truth half-lies. Because I did want to spend my weekend with someone other than some Wattpad stories on my phone.

"Oh, great! I'll find a perfect date spot for us!" Mason sounded more excited than I expected. I guessed he really didn't find me disgusting…

My heartbeat started beating too loud for me to handle. But I tried to control it by clenching the edge of the bed as hard as possible. 

Though his enthusiasm only made me feel even more guilty as I knew I called him only to use him so I could enter the Boxing Club on the weekend. 

"B—But you have to help me for one thing before we go on a date," I said. 

"Sure! What is it?"

"Uh… can you accompany me to the school before we go on our date?" I asked. 

"To the school on the weekend? Are you on detention or something?"

"Oh, not that. I just want to go to my club on the weekend. Because I have to do an errand again…."

"Oh…" In an instant, I could hear how Mason's warm voice just dropped and turned cold the moment he heard about my club and errand. "Is it that useless club president of yours again? He seems not to treasure his only member. Do you want me to talk to the school board?"

Ah, this Mason was a lot scarier, but definitely, someone that felt more familiar to me. His kind and gentle persona were nice, but this… I felt like I was talking with the real person.

"N—No, it's just a small errand."

"Well, I can always help you, Em. I can ask the school guard to give me the club building key, but if you have an errand with your club president, why don't you ask him now? Tomorrow is still Wednesday, you know."

Oh fuck, Emmelyn Jones, you're an idiot!

It seemed that I made a mistake by calling Mason way too early. I should be calling him on Thursday or Friday instead.

But I was afraid that he might have a schedule that couldn't get canceled if I called him abruptly. 

After I pressed my brain to find the most reasonable alibi, I replied, "W—Well, my club president said that he can't go to school until Friday, and he wants me to retrieve something from the Club building on Friday."

"Then just go on Friday? School is still open, you know," Mason said lightly, but it put big pressure on me. 

"I—I have to accompany my Grandma because she had to do her health checkup in the hospital on Friday."

"Really?"

"Yeah…" I said while wiping the cold sweat on my forehead. 

Damn, Mason, please stop pressuring me like this!

I heard Mason's deep sigh before he said, "I will accompany you to the Club building on the weekend, and then we can go on a date, deal?"

"Deal."

Mason seemed to be in a bad mood the moment I mentioned Logan. He was shy and giggly before, but now he just sounded cold before hanging up early.

__Phone call end__

Ah, I felt bad. I assumed Mason knew that I was using him to enter the Club building on the weekend…

"I guess I can compensate him by uh… cooking, I guess?" I said to myself. 

Well, now that I already got my ticket to plant the evidence in the Boxing club room, I wanted to know the progress on Logan's side. 

Since he had a lot more to do compared to me. 

Thus I called him, and only after one beep, he picked up the call.

__Phone Call__

"Yo," Logan greeted me first. "Did you call me to ask about my progress with Leah?" 

"Well, isn't that fairly obvious? I want to know whether you're doing well or you're screwing this up," I replied. 

"Heh, I should be the one who asks you first about your progress. I am far more competent than you—"

"Bet, I already get my key to plant evidence in the Boxing Club room. How about you, Mr. Logan 'Oh-So-Competent' Walker?" 

"Tch, I don't know how you get that, but I bet you're succeeding because you use your charm," Logan said. 

"What charm? Of course, I use my proficient glib!" 

"You? A glib? AHAHAHAHA!"

"STOP LAUGHING!" I yelled back to shut him up. "Anyway, I want you to stay hidden until the weekend. If it's possible, I think you shouldn't come to school at all."

"Is it because of Leah?"

"Nah, it's because I told my patron that my club president is off until Friday, so I have to do an errand on the weekend for him," I explained, showing him my alibi to get the key. 

"Well, I guess you do have a bit of talk there. Maybe you're more than just… uh… ugly face."

"Yeah, thanks for the compliment, Mr. Walker," I rolled my eyes while commenting sarcastically. 

"Fine, I won't go to school until Friday, or maybe the whole week. I'm also avoiding Leah because she has been very thirsty. Just look at her chat—"

Logan sent me the screenshot of his text with Leah, and I couldn't help but giggle upon his misfortune. 

Leah was definitely that type of girl who got way too confident because she had always been surrounded by boys. Did she really think saying, 'I've been a naughty girl, please discipline me?' Will rouse someone like Logan?

Well, perhaps it would work on regular guys, but Logan was a tad different. He didn't even drool when Leah hugged him with that see-through shirt, let alone dirty talk. 

Maybe this guy was gay, though he said gender didn't matter because he hated everyone equally.

"Okay, I believe in you, Boss," I chuckled while continued reading their chat history. "But I expect you to be able to enter Leah's house by the end of the week, correct?" 

"Yeah, you'll see me enter her house to plant evidence while also obtaining that information about her secret base with her goons on the same week," Logan claimed confidently. "And you can mark my words. I am a professional."

I grinned when I heard his declaration. I had to admit that Logan actually sounded cool when he had this kind of claim upon himself. 

"Well, I believe in you, Boss Logan," I teased him a bit. "I guess your pain tolerance to Leah's seduction has increased."

"Ugh, not at all. I just lost my appetite every time I chat with her," Logan replied.

Huh, that was kind of expected, actually. Logan had an extreme reaction when Leah hugged him, so I could see how he just lost his appetite whenever he chatted with Leah.

Maybe I should also compensate him for my cooking? That was the least I could do since I had no resources to gift him something else. 

"Well, Boss Logan, since you've been working hard to stomach all those nauseating chat with Leah, I'll cook you something for once? Is that fair?" I offered, thinking it could at least ease his burden a bit. 

"Huh? Is that true? You can actually cook?"

"Hey! I'm the only cook in my family! You'll be surprised by my cooking skill. Even Gordon Ramsay would cower before me!"

"Ahahahaha! Okay, okay, I believe in you. Now that you give me incentive, I'll make sure this mission will be smooth."

__Phone call end__