Class Villainess

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Logan: With money.

Logan: I'll buy it. Easy.

Logan: And as the new owner, I will kick you out of the club first.

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Okay, Em, relax, take a deep breath…

I didn't know if Pottery club has one or two people other than this rich brat in my previous life. 

But judging from his attitude, I guess he also kicked anyone in that club. He really wanted it all for himself. 

I took the shot and went on my attempt to convince him to buy the club asap while keeping me there. 

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Emmy: Can we just talk about this? I think it's better if we talk about this directly.

Logan: I have things to do. 

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Yeah, and you were going to act like a busy, rich CEO from some web novels. 

I took another deep breath, trying to convince myself staying in that club was worth it. 

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Emmy: Then when will you have time? I really need to meet you in person. You're my only hope. I don't want the club to disband…

Emmy: Please…

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Ew. 

Ewwwww. 

I couldn't believe I had to lower myself and beg to this rich brat. I bet he felt proud because someone was stroking his ego. While all I needed was only his money.

Rich Brat Logan didn't reply to my text immedaitely. I thought he just 'had no time' to answer the text of this humble girl. 

So I just went to sleep grudgingly. I would think about this problem tomorrow rather than catering to uncooperative rich brat. 

**

I woke up in the morning, rubbed my eyes and yawned. I checked my phone to see whether that brat had texted me back.

Surprisingly, he did, but it was three hours after my last text. So I guess he hadn't sleep at all. 

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Logan: Meet me in the club building after class today.

Logan: Prove your worth to me. I don't keep useless stuff around.

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What the heck? Why did he talk like some kind of arrogant boss here? I bet he had too much money, so he threw it to the ground and let the bootlickers grovel and collect the gold under his feet.

Now he thought that he had some power or whatsoever. 

I was so annoyed, but I had to admit that he was my only hope if I didn't want to get thrown into a random club and had to survive there. 

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Emmy: Okay…

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I still didn't know what I'd do there, but at least, I could get his attention for now.

Though, I wondered about his sudden change…

Did he spared his precious time just because I begged? 

Did I actually get his attention by begging?

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"I wonder if I can get more by bootlicking…" 

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"No, just… no," I shook my head quickly as that thought came into my head. I would rather die than imagining myself begging to rich brat forever. 

Remember, Emmelyn Jones, all you needed to do was to act humble and get him to buy the club.

As long as he kept you inside the club, then you had nothing to do with him anymore.

**

After class, I went straight to the Club building, and saw Mason talking with some of his seniors on the field. It had been a month since my last direct contact with Mason. And I hoped it stayed like that forever.

I knew that he was currently busy practicing as he had natural talent to be quarterback. I saw him few times, busy in the field, practicing with one or two members of his club or just practicing alone.

I also saw Jessica trying to approach him alongside the number of fans that kept increasing by days. If I was him, it must be extremely exhausting, trying to cater to those crazy fangirls.

I rushed to the Club building as soon as possible to avoid getting noticed by Mason. At least, I hoped things stayed this way forever between me and him. We weren't supposed to know each other after all. 

I went straight to Pottery club room. Unsurprisingly, I saw no one inside. 

As expected that rich brat might've make fun of me, thinking how desperate I was for his help.

I shed my courtesy and chatted him without the previous politeness.

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Emmy: Hey, I'm here. Where are you?

Logan: Wait.

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I clicked my tongue, then sat on a chair while I was waiting for the honorable rich brat to come. I looked around the pottery club  room that had been cleaned by the Club president. There were boxes full of ceramics vases, plates, mugs, et cetera. 

There were some unique decorations made out of clay as well.

"Why does that brat like this kind of thing anyway? I thought people like him only has interest of spending daddy's money." I commented while checking few boxes.

"Not so polite anymore, huh?" 

I heard a familiar heavy bass voice of a man behind me. I turned my head, and saw a tall and broad guy, definitely more than 6 feet tall, with broad shoulder and obvious muscle beneath that black shirt.

He had short, messy hair and his eyes were dark as the night. 

Surprisingly, this rich brat was actually handsome, very handsome. Though he wasn't on par with Mason's clean and neat handsomeness, he looked handsomely intimidating instead. 

I was dazed for a moment, until that guy scoffed full of ridicule, "So it's you, shrimp."

"!!"

"What did you just call me?!" I raised my voice. For some reason, I got triggered when he called me that. 

"Shrimp."

"You—"

"What? Are you going to scream at your future boss?" He asked, raising his left brow while smirking and taunting me. 

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Goddamn you! 

He looked satisfied after I zipped my mouth, holding my anger by lowering my gaze. Seriously, this rich brat's face was punch-worthy.

He swaggered towards me, and grabbed a chair near him. He sat while crossing his leg in front of me and said, "So, Shrimp, I told you to show me your worth. Do something in front of me before I get bored."