Class Villainess

I waited for a while until the corridor was empty, then I walked out of the small storage room. 

I walked in the corridor dazedly, thinking about Mason Hall, who was acting strange. I wanted to keep thinking that my encounter with Mason was a mere coincidence. 

But the more I tried to avoid that guy, the closer he got closer to me. And now, I had to go on a date with him, risking everything just for a slice of cake. 

If one of the fangirls saw me with Mason, then my life in high school was basically over. They would hunt me down like a medieval witch purge. 

I went to the Pottery Club room and saw the President was busy wiping few ceramic vases. She saw me and smiled. She looked so happy as if she had just obtained a golden egg, "Emmelyn, are you here for that recommendation letter?"

"Yes, President."

"Ah, I've prepared it."

The President got up and walked to reach her bag. She took out a letter of recommendation and gave it to me. "You're such a starter, Emmelyn. Pottery Club has never done any Club visit because most of our previous members were too embarrassed to do a Club visit."

"I'm glad that you will be the first one," the President handed me the recommendation letter. And I accepted it happily. 

I finally got my ticket to get close to Leah. 

"Thank you, President," I said. 

"Anyway, you're going to the Boxing club for a visit?" The President asked. 

I nodded and responded with the most formal answer possible, "I think Boxing Club has solid management and loyalty for the student members."

"You're not wrong in that one. Good luck with the Club visit then. I hope you'll have fun and—"

The President zipped her mouth so suddenly, and she stiffened. I frowned and asked, "President?"

"What Club visit?" 

I heard the heavy voice behind me. I turned around, but before I could see the man behind me, he already snatched the recommendation letter in my hand. 

"Hey, give that back!" I yelled spontaneously. 

Logan didn't pay me any attention and raised his left brow, "Club visit? This dispassionate girl is going for a club visit?" Logan chuckled and opened the recommendation letter. He read the content with a grin on his face, "Oh? So you're going to the Boxing Club. Do you think they'll listen to a shrimp like you?"

I tried to snatch the recommendation letter to no avail. He just raised the letter slightly, and I couldn't reach it even if I did a little jump. 

"Stop being nosey and give that back!" I gritted my teeth while struggling to snatch the letter. 

"You're so disingenuous," Logan mocked with a mischievous grin while waving the latter right on my face. But whenever I tried to grab it, he would wave the paper up so I couldn't reach it. 

"U—Um… Logan, I think you should give that back," The President took my side as she should be. "It's important for Emmelyn. And she is going to be the first member to do Club visit, she's so passionate about this—"

"Who lets you here?" Logan suddenly interrupted her long speech.

"Eh?"

"You're not part of the club anymore. Leave."

"B—But I—"

"You were the President, and after I bought the club, you've been kicked out. Now leave. I don't want to see your face," Logan said ruthlessly, shattering the innocent President's heart.

The president was shocked, so did I. I didn't expect Logan to be that disrespectful. 

The president looked heartbroken. She bit her lips and glanced at me, "P—Please take care of the club. I hope I can visit some days."

She took her bag and stormed out of the room, leaving me astonished. 

"Heh, why are you surprised, Shrimp?" 

"You're too harsh on her. She really loves this club," I said. 

"Love doesn't save the club. It's useless," Logan said heartlessly. "Money does. My money solves the problem. And I want her to leave, simple as that."

…

I had to admit that Logan was ruthless, but he was right. Money solved many things.

Logan leaned on the wall and waved the recommendation letter. "Anyway, what's your intention of using the Club's name for this? Knowing how disingenuous you are, you must have an external motive."

…

As I expected, Logan Walker was really sharp and wouldn't even budge with my fake passion talk. In fact, I didn't think I needed to act in a certain way in front of him.

"I have a business with someone, now give that back—" I strode and tried to snatch that letter for the xx times. 

"Tell me what you want first, then I will give it to you," Logan insisted. 

I sighed. What a difficult and annoying guy. I bet he had no friend. 

"I told you I have a business with someone there—"

"A boyfriend?"

"Hell no!" I reacted spontaneously. 

Logan chuckled, "Well, since you're not going to tell me, then I will keep this. Remember, I'm the new boss here."

"Wait! I need that!" I couldn't afford to lose my golden ticket just because this brat decided to hold it. 

"Then tell me," Logan said. 

"Ugh, fine. I want to gather information from a girl in the Boxing club and settle things down. I want to take her down," I said vaguely, but enough to satiate Logan's curiosity. 

He hummed for a second and nodded, "You seem to have an interesting plan. Is this an act of revenge or what?"

…

"I need that recommendation letter to start my plan," I said what was on my mind about it. I still didn't trust him, so I didn't specify what I wanted to do there.

Logan seemed to be interested enough, "I don't know what you're going to do, but don't ever pull me into your mess or beg me for help. I'm busy enough with my problem."

Yeah, as if I would ask you for assistance. You would be a bad partner with all of your bravado. 

"Ask nicely. I'm your boss, so call me Boss Logan," Logan chuckled, full of playfulness. 

I gritted my teeth, but I had no choice, "Boss Logan, please give me that recommendation letter."

"Good, call me Boss Logan from now on. You can go now. I have things to do," he said while handing the letter. 

I took it and turned away immediately. I didn't even want to bug him in the first place. It was him who suddenly came and ruined my facade in front of the President—well, Former President. 

Logan started calling someone, but from what I overheard, he was just telling someone to bring that high-quality clays.

I guess he really loved pottery, unlike me.

Logan glanced at me and frowned, "Why are you still here? Go. You disingenuous girl, I already give you what you want, right?"

I scoffed and left. I didn't want to stay around him for too long anyway. 

I looked at the letter written by the former President and headed straight to the Boxing Club. 

Next target, Leah Carpenter. 

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

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