Class Villainess

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'Psshh, do you know that Leah Carpenter got arrested for drugs possession?'

'Uhh.. that's old news, dude. 90% of members in the boxing club have been arrested, and most got rehabilitated. Boxing club has disbanded because of them.'

'Yeah, I don't think we will have a boxing club for years to come.'

'I know that. I mean, they said that Leah Carpenter is the one supplying the drugs!'

'I mean, she is the manager. Of course, she is the one who supplies the drug to the whole club.'

'Man, it's so scary knowing someone like her lives around us.'

—

I overheard the gossips of students in the corridor as I walked past them. They were whispering so loudly that anyone who walked past them must've overheard that as well. 

One week has passed since that big event of the police raiding Leah's secret hideout and searching for evidence in the school and her house. 

It was so scandalous that a local newspaper already covered it, despite the protest from the school board. 

And the news got even more infamous once the trial for Leah Carpenter was held in private yesterday. Though nobody knew what the verdict was, I got it from Logan.

He reported that Leah was sentenced guilty and would be facing her life in juvenile jail until she was old enough to enter the real one. For the years, it was 20 years in prison without any chance of parole. 

And that sentence was easy enough since the police got more reports from parents whose kid joined Boxing Club and experienced an overdose. Fortunately, he was saved and is still treated in the hospital right now.

The teachers and Principal tried to cover up this incident, but it was to no avail. Because everyone could see it right now through social media and whispers in the air. 

That Leah Carpenter, the manager of Boxing Club, was secretly a drug dealer who had ruined the life of almost all her club members. 

She even had her own name here,

'Drug Queen of DarthMorth.'

It was such a befitting name that I couldn't help but chuckle whenever I heard someone call her that. There was nothing but satisfaction in me, of course. 

I really love the fact that she finally got what she deserved, and she got it 10x worse than I imagined. 

I wanted to visit her in the juvenile center, as she is still underaged, so she can't be put in jail. 

But she would eventually get moved to Jail after she reached the mature age of 18. 

But Logan told me that I shouldn't show up in the police station because everyone in the police station is on a witch hunt right now because they're hunting the real drug dealers, the ones who sold the drugs to Leah. 

But they hit a dead end when they realized the one behind this was a secret organization. It would be an even bigger problem for the government, not only for them. 

—

'Hey, how about that girl?'

'Huh, which one?'

'You know, the one who got dragged with the Boxing club members. I heard she got released because she's innocent. But how could an innocent girl get caught in this big problem?'

'Oh, you mean Chrissy? Chrissy Miles?'

'Sshh, not too loud, what if someone hears us?'

'Okay, okay. They said Chrissy Miles is innocent. But someone claimed that she also distributes drugs to the Boxing club.'

'That's not really surprising, though. I heard she's close with Leah Carpenter.'

'But that girl is close to anyone. She's close to Ashley too.'

'Maybe she's is just trying to mix with the popular girls. That's why she befriends them all.'

'And she befriends Leah? Hihi, that's what you get for trying to bootlick those people!'

—

I also overheard the rumors about Chrissy after what happened with her before.

Who would've expected my plan to slow down her social club turned out to be way too effective. She got arrested and then investigated for a long time before she was released.

But by the time she was released, everyone already knew that she had gotten involved in this. 

The rumors started spreading around, and nobody wanted to befriend her after that. Funny how everyone could just turn their back after one unconfirmed rumor, just like what happened to me in my previous life.

But strangely, she still came to school after that, ignoring all the hate, and continued to try and bootlick Ashley and Jessica.

Even stranger, Ashley and Jessica accepted her in. What kind of magic does that bitch have, seriously? 

But at least, she wouldn't be a quick social climber like in my previous life. It seemed I needed more than this to take her down later. 

Speaking of other stuff, Mason and I became frequent chatter privately. Because I found him comfortable to chat with. He was very kind, caring, and overall a gentleman. Who wouldn't fall for him anyway?

But at least, we still maintained this status of a close friend. He didn't seem to have any romantic interest—at least from what I saw right now. Because he hadn't confessed anything to me. 

And for that one guy…

I sighed as I read the text from Logan Walker, who might as well stay on reading forever. 

He acted so proud and demanded I give him some kind of reward for all the successful work he did for me. 

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Logan: So, what kind of reward will you give to me? Remember, I do not work for free.

Logan: Heck, why would I work for free to someone like you? Hmph, you're not even worth the pain! Just because you're slightly more beautiful than the other girls I have ever met doesn't mean that I'll work for free!

—

Okay, he just said work for free twice. And who wanted to be called beautiful by him! There was a reason why I felt hot and shy when Mason called me beautiful. 

But when Logan called me that, I felt nothing but a will to challenge him!

I must take down this annoying rich brat!

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Emmy: Okay, first of all, I already told you that I can be of good use in the near future when you want me to infiltrate or find any information regarding the girl you're aiming for!

Emmy: Second, who the heck wants to feel indebted to you! Just tell me, what do you want? I'll make sure to do it as long as it's not money!

Logan: Hey, I'm rich as heck! Keep the money for yourself and save it for your university or something!

Logan: Okay, fine. If you want to repay me, then meet me in the club room after class tomorrow. I'll be waiting there. 

—

Huh, that was quite easy. I thought it'd be another round of me bickering with Logan all over again. 

But he actually wanted to meet me tomorrow? Alright then, I had to prepare that thing I wanted to give him, the cookies. 

**

I started baking at dawn because today was still a school day. 

Unlike the cookies I made for Mason that shaped like a bunny and mostly mixed with vanilla, Logan's cookies were mixed with chocolates, and shaped like a dog, a Doberman face to be exact. 

I went to school early and went straight to the Potter Club room. I didn't know where to put this box of cookies. 

I baked too much, and the box didn't fit my locker. So the only place to put this was the Clubroom.

I picked the key hidden behind a potted plant and then put the cookies on the table. 

As usual, I went to class, waited until the school was over, and headed back to the Pottery club room without informing Logan. 

I went inside and was astonished when I saw a tall man with a black turtleneck sitting on the table and snacking at the box of Doberman chocolate cookies I made for him.

Logan turned his head in my direction and raised his brow, "Hey."

"… Why did you eat that?"

"Huh? Because it's here? I mean, this is for me, right?" Logan said brazenly. He continued snacking as if there was nothing wrong with it. "You know what, you're probably the best baker I've ever met. These cookies are fantastic."

I sighed and drew near him, "You should've waited for me. So I can say something nice before giving it to you, damn it!"

"Something nice? Uh… I don't need you to say some fake sweet words," Logan shrugged… and continued snacking. 

"I just want to say thank you, you idiot. This mission is a success, and I can't do it without your help," I said truthfully. "I know that cookies might not be enough—"

"—Yeah, you're right. It's not enough at all. It tastes awesome, but definitely not enough," Logan interrupted me brazenly… and continued snacking.

"I demand something more than just these cookies, and why does it shape like a Doberman?! Is this an indirect mockery?!" Logan complained… still snacking.