Class Villainess

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xx: Do you think I'll leave so soon? I keep waiting until you open the door, darling. So I can see your beautiful eyes, hair, face before I return.

xx: Thank you for the shirt. I'll treasure it. 

xx: I love you.

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The phone dropped out of my hand. I didn't have any more strength to hold it. At this point, I felt like my world was spinning around, and I would faint anytime soon, but I tried to hold it because I might actually faint. 

And if Mom saw me fainting in the early morning with a box of suspicious stuff in my hand, then I'd be done for. 

Oh god, I didn't know what that man wanted, but his method of trying to chase me was definitely wrong. 

I picked up my phone and that suspicious black box that he gave me as a trade. I got up from the ground by holding onto anything I could grab right now. I didn't want to stay here even longer, afraid that Mom might wake up for a drink and found me lying on the ground. 

I climbed the stair hardly and went to my room by opening the door carefully, afraid that I might too many noises.

After everything had been settled, I put the suspicious box on the floor and sat on the bed, staring at it full of nervousness.

The aftereffect of that shock was still lingering all around me, but I couldn't stay like this for a long time. I had to check that box in case that creep lied to me. 

I took a deep breath and yanked myself to get up and crouched in front of the black box. I observed it carefully and determined it was a medium-sized wooden box, probably around  7x7x7 inches, wrapped in black plastic. 

I picked the cutter from the drawer and sliced it open carefully. I unwrapped the wooden box and then opened the lid. 

I held my breath immediately when I saw a box full of crystal meth wrapped in plastic. 

The meth hadn't been grounded smoothly, so it was something that had just been taken from the big boss, the main drug dealer. Because for someone to obtain a whole box full of crystal meth, that red rose man must've been someone with great connection. 

Someone that was feared and respected enough to bring a box full of Crystal meth.

Yet, he said he saw me wearing a plaid shirt to school, so that meant he must've been around me to see it.

And when I saw his silhouette in the dark, I sensed that he wasn't an old man. He was probably around my age. 

It was appalling, almost impossible, for someone at my age to have such a connection to obtain this kind of thing. I even doubted my own eyes when I saw his silhouette.

But then again, I could turn back in time three years before my death. Nothing was impossible at this point. 

All I could do was roll with it and used whatever means possible to achieve my goal.

After I fully regained my strength, I hid the box under the bed and then texted Logan in the middle of the night.

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Emmy: I got the stuff.

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Surprisingly, he replied so quickly, so he hadn't slept at all. 

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Logan: What stuff?

Emmy: You know, that stuff.

Logan: What? Tampon? 

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I choked on air when I heard his text. How in hell he suddenly became so clueless of what I meant! Did I really need to state it clearly? Where were the secretiveness and sign language between us?

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Emmy: Damn it! I mean the meth! I got the Crystal Meth! Why did you think it's about tampons, WTF!

Logan: What the fuck?! How could you get your hands on that thing so quickly? I really thought you'd come to me and give up.

Logan: And it's logical when I said tampon because women are usually so secretive about it.

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Ugh, he really had to joke at this time while I was having series of mini heart attacks from that red rose man. I wanted to curse at him, but I knew it wouldn't give me anything but another hour wasted fighting with him.

So I cut straight to the case. 

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Emmy: I got a box full of Crystal meth, and it's not even a small box. It's literally a 7x7x7 inches box.

Logan: … You need to tell me how did you get your hands on those. I really thought you were a cute kitten that can only growl, turns out you're a lot more dangerous than I expected.

Logan: Okay, emit that cute kitten part. It's just autocorrect.

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"Yea, sure, autocorrect," I rolled my eyes, but I didn't care much about it. I didn't want Logan to have a wrong opinion about me because it might affect our cooperation in the future. 

Or he might be planning to betray me if he knew that I was more dangerous than he thought. 

I didn't have any emotional connection with him, but it'd be difficult to fight Logan.

No, it would be impossible to fight him. He had a lot of resources, and he knew my secret as a wicked girl. 

He was also 100x physically stronger than me. I got nothing against him, at least not in this position when he already knew my real personality.

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Emmy: The way I got it is not important. For now, you should at least know that I have the stuff ready, so we can carry out the mission.

Logan: It's a real concern, Emmelyn Jones. 

Logan: You have more than a drug dealer had for his monthly stocks! What kind of crazy shit did you pull to have that amount of Crystal meth?!

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Ah, of course, he'd be curious about it. Any sane person would be alerted, and it was his right to question what I had since he was the one who would infiltrate Leah's house. 

Now I wondered if I should tell him about that red rose man…

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