Class Villainess

"I think this should be okay," I checked the picture that had been printed and compared it with the one on Helena's phone. 

"Yeah, the black and white color should be enough to cover my identity," I assured myself after checking over and over. I couldn't make a mistake in this. 

Because Kristen was the first enemy that I would destroy. If I made a mistake, then all my future plan was in vain. I would rather die for the second time and see if I could turn back in time again. 

I checked all the printed papers. It was all about Kristen and Helena's previous chats that led to Helena's suicide, the two photos of Helena saying goodbye to Kristen for the last time, and me reenacting it. 

I didn't count the amount of printouts I had, but it should be enough to plaster for the whole school building. 

After making sure that everything had been prepared, I stretched my arms and checked the clock.

3.30 P.M.

I didn't have anything to do for now, nor did I get any text from either Kristen or Cerise. Though, I still had to inform Kristen about my 'absence.' 

I had planned to tell Kristen that I couldn't go to school on Monday because I felt sick. I also wouldn't go to class. I just came and plaster all of these printouts before hiding somewhere.

I did this so Kristen would suspect me scheming against her, to emit me out of her suspicion for the last time. 

I called Cerise first. It took few beeps until she picked up the call, "H—Hello, Em?"

"Hi Cerise, are you still in your aunt's house right now?" I asked. I checked the printouts to make sure that there was nothing about Cerise in the printouts. As much as I disliked her involvement and how self-centered she was, I already promised Cerise that she would be free from Kristen's torment. 

But of course, I also wanted her to taste at least a bite from her 'best friend' Kristen. 

The same girl that she helped to cover a grievous crime, just because their friendship was more important than a life of a depressed girl, Helena. 

"Y—Yes, I'm still in my aunt's house… is there something? Is it about Kristen?" Cerise asked anxiously. 

"Well, remember what I told you before. You need to come to school on Monday. Remember, no matter what happens, do not talk. If you open your mouth just once, then everything will be in vain."

"A—Are you sure this is safe?" Cerise asked again.

"Of course, believe me, this is the only way for you to escape Kristen's torment," I assured her. 

And this was the only way to ruin Kristen's life without any chance of her bouncing back. 

"Okay… I trust you, Em…."

"Oh, one more thing, I can't go to school on Monday. But don't worry, everything has been set perfectly. All you need to do is come to school, okay?"

"Okay…"

After hanging up the call with Cerise, I was contemplating whether I should call Kristen or not. I think it would be better to act 'sick' tomorrow on Sunday. It would be believable. 

Thus, I decided to call Kristen tomorrow.

I took a deep breath and then stared at the white jacket on the floor. It had been bugging me for a while because I still had no mood to pick it up. 

If he gave his jacket to one of his fangirls, then they would scream and smell the jacket obsessively. I wondered what turned them into an obsessive fan like that. 

I got it, Mason was very handsome, but he always treated everyone with a perfunctory smile and greeting. There was nothing sincere in his smile. He was like that idol that always catered to his fan, but his heart was never there to begin with. 

Though… since I had taken his jacket, that meant I also had to return it on Monday Morning. 

…

…

Wait a minute…

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"You can return it Monday, early morning. I'll be in the schoolyard. You're also coming to school early on Monday, right?"

-*-

Wait, how the heck he knew that I would come to school early on Monday? 

Did he think that I have something to do like him, just because we met once in the schoolyard in the early morning?

Or did he already know about my plan this whole time? He already knew all vital information about me from my student ID, after all. 

…

There was a grown suspicion in my heart. I knew that it was almost impossible to happen. I didn't believe that Mason was that sly and malicious. 

But I still had to check.

I grabbed the white jacket from the floor and checked all the pockets, ensuring there was nothing suspicious in it, such as… tracking or listening device. 

I also wring the jacket, but I found nothing. It was just a simple white jacket.

And now I crumpled the jacket and cursed myself, "Damn it, now I have to wash this thing."

"What's wrong with you, Em? Do you really think someone like Mason has time to do a scheme like this? He is not a train wreck like you."

I clicked my tongue in annoyance and threw the jacket to the floor again. That jacket pissed me off. Because I thought I could find proof that Mason did something suspicious.

Because I refused to believe what he said was just a coincidence, and he was innocent the whole time. 

I thought Mason was also scheming on something, just like me. But perhaps, it was just my paranoia.

Everything about him made me paranoid and terrified. That trauma from the previous life still haunted me even to this life. And his strange actions in this second life only made me even more unsure of what happened.