Class Villainess

"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. 

"Seriously, if you want to complain, at least stop snacking the goddamn cookies!" I yelled out loud, annoyed with his complaint and the crunch whenever he ate another cookie. 

Logan paused for a moment while staring at me and then ate another cookie so shamelessly. He didn't even put me in his eyes. 

"Hey! At least say thank you, goddamn it! I baked that since dawn!" I kept pressuring him, and Logan finally stopped munching.

"Wait, you really baked this? I was being sarcastic when I praised you for making good cookies," Logan said seriously. Did he just say that I am a goddamn phony?!

"How do you think I can get a big can of cookies, huh?!"

"Buying it? I mean, this tastes a lot like the cookies from my favorite patisserie," Logan said. He looked at the cookies and cleared his throat lowly, "W—Well, I guess this one tastes a lot better than my favorite. I guess this can be my favorite now."

"… you really think that I have enough money to buy a can of goddamn cookies?!" I was shocked by the brattiness of this rich kid. I thought after knowing him more, it could shed some of those bratty, rich talk. 

But nope, he was still the same one. 

"Oh, yeah, I forgot that you're poor as heck," Logan hummed for a moment and then said, "Do you want me to pay this? Just name the price, and I'll buy it. If it's possible, I want to order a lot from you as well, so I can keep it as my favorite snack whenever I'm stressed."

…

Okay, that last line was actually tempting. 

Logan Walker was filthy rich. Imagine the amount of money I could get by ripping him off. Maybe one can for a grand? Hm… two grands still sounded logical in his ear, I bet. 

But I wasn't someone who cooked for money. I only started cooking because I wanted to take care of my Mom and sickly Grandma, and I would continue doing so. 

Whenever I cooked, it was for someone whom I deemed important in my life. 

"Sorry, but I have to turn that offer down," I refused.

"Huh? Why? I thought you're so broke and need money," Logan shrugged and continued snacking. 

"Well, I do. But you see, I cooked or baked only for those I deemed important in my life," I said truthfully. "I don't cook for random people, and I'll continue doing so."

Logan suddenly stopped snacking and stared at me with his deep and somewhat scary eyes. 

Although I didn't sense any form of hostility there, I was still stunned and somewhat scared, "W—What?"

"So, does that mean I'm important in your life as well?" Logan asked. 

"Well, kind of," I took a step back and dodged his eyes. "I feel like we can be a good partner in crime for a while, and you are more competent than I expected. And—"

I got stunned and speechless when I saw a big shadow suddenly engulf me, and I looked up. 

Logan suddenly jumped and stood in front of me. He took a step forward, so I took a step back, "W—What? Don't scare me like that, damn it!"

My back finally hit the wall as Logan leaned in and cut my way from escaping. In some way, what he did was very similar to what Logan did, but at the same time… very different. 

Because Mason felt rough, he didn't have any bad intentions at me, but Mason still handled me roughly. 

But when Logan gently held my wrist and pushed me until I couldn't escape, I could feel the warmth exuded from his body that made me feel weak. 

"You really mean it?"

"W—What?"

"You really mean what you said, right? About me being someone important in your life…."

"I told you already, we can be a good partner in crime for a long time. I have a lot I want to do, and you naturally have your own mission, right?"

"I do," Logan said, still looking at me with his hot but gentle gaze. 

"You've seen my competency, right? I'm not that bad to be your partner in crime," I proposed. I didn't want to be seen as weak, so I mustered my courage and looked up, directly staring at Logan's hot gaze once more.

The moment our eyes met, I sensed that Logan's gaze softened even more. He was still the same, scary man, but I somehow realized something more than that in Logan.

Turned out, Logan could also make this gentle expression. 

His thick eyebrows, deep gaze, and light smell of tobacco. 

I disliked smokers most of the time, and I still disliked Logan for that.

But somehow, this light smell was strangely masculine and attractive. 

"You just want me to be your partner in crime?" Logan asked meaningfully. "I… I could do so much more."

I didn't quite understand what he meant by that, and I didn't want to get involved with him more than just a partner in crime because he had a mysterious background that looked dangerous.

"I want you to be my partner in crime."

…

…

Logan sighed and finally released me. He distanced himself and returned to the table, sitting on it and continuing snacking.

"So, what's your answer?" I asked nervously. 

"I'll be your partner in crime, naturally. You're competent and ingenious at times, though. You're a fool mostly," Logan replied. 

"Hey! What does that mean?!" 

Seriously, he just knew how to light up my fuse. But I guess it was also good for me because I needed someone to bicker within this harsh school. 

Logan snickered, "I mean, you truly didn't realize that your plan of planting false evidence is seriously the key of this case. Without that, we won't be able to take that brazen bitch down."

"You still called her brazen bitch? I thought we were over that."

"Huh, it will never be over. You don't know what I saw when I went to her house. She was wearing some scantily clad lingerie… it was so gross, I thought I'd puke right to her face."

"Was it that bad? She's still a regular girl, you know…."

"Heh, I hate it. I fucking hate that kind of woman or man. So whenever I interacted with one, I just can't handle my urge to vomit," Logan said. 

I never saw someone so hostile towards a girl who showed her body so she could get laid in front of him. I think most boys would jump on Leah and start doing this and that. 

It made me wonder what kind of experience Logan had that made him so grossed out by that. 

"Oh well, it's all over now, at least."

"Good," Logan nodded. There was silence between us for a while until he said, "If you need something, or you want my assist, just call me, and I'll help as much as I can."

"Huh? I can just meet you daily here, right?"

"You can't," Logan shook his head and continued snacking. "I have a mission to carry out soon. I won't be in school for a while."

"Huh?! So you'll leave just like that? How about your attendance—"

"I bribe that greedy Principal, of course," Logan replied so easily. As if what he did wasn't illegal. "It's not hard as long as you have money, and I have tons to spare."

"… Damn you, rich people."

"Heh, so that's why, if you need something from me, just call me, and I'll help you. We're a partner in crime, remember?"

"Yeah, we are…." I replied. "What's that mission of yours anyway? You have so many secrets. I feel like talking to an agent or something."

"It's not really your problem, and I don't think you should know it. It'll only bring you endless trouble if they found out about you," Logan said. He finally got up from the table while carrying that big can of chocolate cookies in his hand, "But I'm a man of my words. Despite my mission, I'll still help you whenever I can, until my return, of course."

"That's why…." Logan slowly walked towards me and gently patted my head, "Don't get carried away with your desire. I don't want to find you dead the moment of my return."

I was stunned, silly, unable to process what was happening. This was the first time someone patted my head other than my Mom and Grandma.

Logan walked away from me. I was still freezing on the spot, didn't turn my head when he stopped near the door, "Thanks for the cookie, I'll treasure it, a partner in crime."

"Though, I don't plan to stay as your partner in crime forever, though," Logan said. "See you later, Emmelyn Jones, my Class Villainess."

And with that, Logan walked away from me, leaving me alone here, still processing what just happened.