Class Villainess

Next target, Leah Carpenter. 

I wondered if I could topple a rich kid without any resource in my hand right now. 

I headed to the Boxing club alone, bracing myself to enter a place I would never visit in my previous life. Just imagining the eyes of those men leering at me already got me shivered out of nervousness and fear.

I peeked from the window and saw the club room for Boxing Club was twice the size of Pottery Club, which showed favouritism by the school board. 

I could see them sparing in the boxing ring. They were punching each other, and neither of them seemed to give up despite the bruises on their face. There were at least 30 members inside the club room right now, and they were all boys.

My eyes squinted, trying to find my target, Leah, around them. Then I spotted a girl in white shirt and training pants. She was sitting on a long bench with a boy whose face was ashen.

I couldn't hear their conversation, but it must be about something urgent based on the boy's expression. Because that boy was begging, he even held Leah's hand and gripped it tightly, not wanting to let go while Leah only rolled her eyes in response. 

I wondered if that was Leah's boyfriend or something because he looked so desperate that his body was shaking. 

I frowned when I saw the other boys in the boxing club didn't seem to mind this, especially since Leah was the only girl in the Boxing club right now. At least, based on my memory, Leah was the only one. 

This scene continued for more than fifteen minutes. I thought it was a bit inefficient for me to stay like this. 

Clenching the recommendation letter, I took a deep breath and knocked on the opened door few times until a guy noticed me and asked, "What do you need?"

"Ah, Pardon, I'm from Pottery Club. I got a recommendation from my President to do a club visit to Boxing Club. May I see the one in charge? Maybe the President?"

"Ah, you mean the manager? Miss Leah is sitting on the bench right now. I'll call her for you, wait."

My eyes widened when the guy addressed Leah as 'Miss Leah.' 

Since when Leah had dominance over this guy? How could she do it? 

The guy turned around and walked towards Leah with absolute obedience. I thought he would just call her name loudly, but he actually lowered his head and whispered on Leah's ear, like a subservient underling. 

Leah looked at me for a split second and then nodded. She got up and strutted towards me with her chin raised up. For an apparent reason, she reminded me of Ashley, just a lot more intimidating with at least four boys following her from behind. 

She stopped in front of me, so I could take a good look at her. 

She had short black hair that she tied up to a bun. 

She had black eyes, but there was a facial feature that got me wondering. She had a red nose and red eyes, which was prevalent since she had big, almost bulging eyes. 

"I heard your tiny club wants to do a club visit here. I mean, I don't mind, but isn't the pottery that dying club? I thought it has been disbanded," Leah said. Her voice was a bit hoarse too. I wondered if she was having flu or what?

My perfunctory smile faltered a bit. I had maintained the same smile for a while to improve my goodwill, but when she said that, I actually got offended. 

This first interaction also gave me a good guess of what kind of character Leah was. 

Although it might not be 100% true, it should be close to that. 

Thus, I continued my perfunctoriness, ensuring that she didn't find any expression other than meekness in me. 

"A—Ah, yes, the club is dying, and there are only two members right now, the new president and me."

"And you say that you have a recommendation letter? What kind of dead club has a recommendation letter to do a club visit? Don't waste our time!" Leah raised her voice. 

I backed down and pulled the recommendation letter from my jacket, "T—This is our recommendation letter. It has been signed by the previous president and approved by the current president."

Leah frowned and took the letter. Her frown grew deeper as she read it. I guessed she finally believed me.

"Are you saying that the school board has pulled the disbandment notice on your club? How?" Leah asked. "I doubt you can do anything to the school board."

Leah scanned me from head to toe and then chuckled, "No offence, I bet Ashley will want to have a talk with you. Just… look at that! I bet my boys also have the same opinion as me!" 

Leah pointed at my old jacket, and she laughed alongside the boys behind her. She was laughing at my poorness, of course. It was just her characteristic since she was part of the rich kids, like Ashley. 

Back in my previous life, an insult like that would make me feel so sad and depressed. But for this current me, I grew numb from it. In fact, I wanted to make that my weapon. 

If nobody took you seriously, then you could go everywhere unnoticed. As long as you didn't stand out, you could do whatever you wanted, and nobody gave a shit. 

I continued acting meek and said, "U—Um… the new president. Apparently, he is the one who solved the problem by buying the club room for personal use. Because of him, the disbandment notice was pulled out, and we can continue our activity, including doing club visits."

Leah gawked upon hearing the information, "He bought the whole club room for personal use?!"

"Y—Yes."

"Ohh~ Interesting," Leah grinned. She was definitely planning something on her head. "I think we can talk about this.. Let's see what we can do with your club visit."